Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: 115. Desperate

Soren

I heard the thud first.

My eyes snapped open, every muscle in my body snapping taut before my mind had fully caught up. My hand was under the pillow, reaching for the arm of the gun I always kept there, my finger crooking over the trigger as I listened for the next sound.

I’d had enough assassination attempts in the past year to last me through a lifetime, but none had been bold enough to come here. How the fuck did they get past security without triggering the alarms?

A single breath passed.

A faint, female groan came from the balcony. The glass door slid open silently, and the wind brought in the scent of jasmine and vanilla.

The tension in my body eased so fast it almost pissed me off.

What the hell was she doing?

I let my hand fall away from the gun and settled back against the pillows, keeping my breathing slow and even, letting my eyes remain shut.

The soft pad of bare feet hit the marble. I remained perfectly still. I could feel her hesitation and anxiety in the air. Could hear the careful shift of her feet and the rustle of her clothes as she edged closer.

The bedframe creaked as she leaned over my back.

There was a small pause. Then her fingers reached out. They hovered just above the wound on my bandaged shoulder, just above the scorch that throbbed like a living thing. Every breath pulled at the raw wound. Every shift of my body sent fresh fire across my skin. It made it near impossible to function the entire day.

But the heat of her fingers felt like they might cure me. And I yearned for it, thinking, Touch me, Adams. Even if for a second.

Pathetic, my Lycan commented. Take her wrist. Put her on her back. Knot her up with pups and she’ll never leave us again.

I ignored him, even as I felt Maisie’s hesitation, the conflict rolling off her in waves through the bond.

Maisie sucked in a sharp breath, drawing the covers back slowly to see the full length of damage. And then, she began sniffling quietly. "Idiot," she said. "You idiot."

She’d spent the entire day pretending I didn’t exist.

Ignoring me.

Avoiding me.

Walking around the house in that tiny pink shorts acting as though she couldn’t care less whether I lived or died.

And now she was sneaking into my bedroom in the middle of the night to cuss at me.

My shoulders tensed and Maisie gasped at the sudden movement, pulling her hand back like she’d been burned.

I heard her turn to flee.

No.

My hand shot out and caught her wrist before she could take another step. Maisie screamed as I yanked her forward and she stumbled and fell half on top of me.

I rolled slightly, pinning her beneath me, trapping her against the mattress. "Usually, when women sneak into my bedroom, they do it without clothes."

Her wide, bewitching eyes met mine in the dark. "Get off."

"I plan to," I said, hands bracing on either sides of her head. Her silky brown her tickled my thumb. "Will you help me?"

She frowned. Then put the words together, and the flush that filled her cheeks made something twist in my chest. She was so darned beautiful, it felt like I was catching a glimpse of something truly ethereal. "You’re naked," she accused, like I was some demented bastard who had been waiting for her to sneak into my bedroom and sit on my cock.

Well. That wasn’t too far from it.

"I always sleep naked," I muttered, eyes on her fluttering pulse.

She was so warm under me, I wanted to press her face into her neck and my skin against her. A pleased rattle erupted from my chest, knowing she had spent the entire day at school, smelling like me. She still did.

She must’ve caught the flash of heat in my gaze because her eyes narrowed. "You seem perfectly alright."

Leaving.

Stay.

When had I ever told anyone that? Never.

Just what did she think she was to me? Dispensable? As-fucking-if.

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