Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: 112. Back To School III

Maisie

"We need to fix this," Cole said, voice strained.

"We?" I echoed, turning to face him with a cold, empty stare. "From where I’m standing, this is your problem. Not mine. The same way my suffering was never yours."

I turned to leave.

His hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

Big mistake.

I slammed him against the wall before I even realized I’d moved. The impact cracked the plaster. Cole’s eyes widened in shock as I pinned him there effortlessly with one hand, my new Lycan strength making it laughably easy.

"The next time you touch me is the day you die, mutt," my Lycan said through me.

I blinked, forcing the red haze from my eyes, and stepped back. "Don’t approach me. Don’t talk to me. Don’t even look at me. Go pray to the Goddess for mercy, Cole, because I have none left for you."

I started walking away again when his broken voice stopped me. "Is it true you’re getting a divorce?"

I paused and turned slowly. How did he know that? We were keeping it quiet until everything was finalized.

Cole pushed off the wall. "I know everything about you, Maisie. Every little detail." He took a step forward. "If you’re getting a divorce, then we can be together. Come back to me. Tell me how long I need to endure this pain for and I will. Just... come back."

I stared at him for a long moment.

Then I laughed. It came out harsh and humorless. "There is nothing you have that I want," I said flatly. "There is no part of me that wants to be yours, Cole. None. And even if I had no other options left in this world, I’d rather become a priestess than ever let you touch me again."

I stepped closer, looking him dead in the eyes so he could see exactly how little I felt for him.

"You didn’t care when I was dying. You slept with other women to dig the knife deeper. And now I’m supposed to care that you’re in pain?"

His face crumpled. The last shred of careful pleading gave way to raw panic.

Cole Hayes dropped to his knees in front of me.

My breath caught as I stared down at him.

Cole Hayes, future Alpha, on his knees in a school hallway, looking up at me with a face stripped bare by fear.

"Maisie, please," he said hoarsely. He swallowed hard and lifted a hand, like he wanted to touch me and had only just remembered he no longer had the right.

"I’m sorry. I was a dick. I shouldn’t have rejected you. I shouldn’t have asked you to be my mistress. I shouldn’t have done a lot of things. I hurt you. I get it. I’m sorry."

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