Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117. Sugar Daddy?

Mercer

My fingers wrapped tight around the steering wheel until I felt the steel beneath begin to bend.

None-the-wiser, Maisie’s friends were in the back seat, laughing, and they did, in fact, not keep the talk of knotting and pregnancies to a minimum.

I didn’t think she knew it, but Maisie’s friends were unhinged, and if I was in a better mood, I might have appreciated the jokes.

But I wasn’t.

Nothing was right. Nothing was fucking right. We’d walked around the laws for the Exiled and it was true. They could be in Greymoor. They could be around Maisie whenever they fucking liked, so emboldened by this that we’d found six of our guards dead yesterday.

Something was coming. And I hated walking into a battle blind. I just wished mother wasn’t too engrossed in her hatred of Maisie and us at the moment, and her useless pride, to see that the Exiles were up to something.

There had been way too many attacks in the last few weeks to be called random acts of violence.

"What is that for?" Maisie asked quietly an hour later, as the receptionist rang up my card.

They’d racked up the bill. The redhead had gotten herself a little diamond choker. I was wondering what the fuck she needed a diamond choker for. And then she added teardrops. And then she decided she wanted the whole collection.

They were using me like I was their fucking sugar daddy. Pay for this, Mercer. Buy this, Mercer. This would really look great on Maisie, Mercer. You know, you aren’t as bad as we thought you were, Mercer.

But I didn’t complain. Maisie’s friends being happy meant I got to stay in her good graces. Hopefully, the next time they were having conversations about measuring dick sizes, they would recommend mine to her.

I held up the flimsy swim suit. "This? I like it."

Maisie’s brows rose to her hairline. "You’re going to put on women’s swimwear? It has a thong, Mercer."

I held it up close to my face, squinting. "What’s wrong with wearing a thong? Think my ass won’t fit?"

She started laughing. It was a silly laugh that escaped her without her permission. It was the first time she’d ever laughed for me. For real. When she wasn’t completely out of her mind.

Her hair was wild around her face, luscious, magical, and the fire in her blue eyes blazed me to the core. Some bizarre flutter ran deep in my gut and I frowned, puzzled by the clear anomaly.

Must be indigestion. Only women had butterflies.

Still, I had no idea what I was doing until I lowered my head and caught the edge of that laughter with my lips.

Maisie jerked away from me, eyes wide, my fingers touching up her bottom lip. Possibly to wipe it off?

The jealousy that rose in me was ugly, and for an insane second, I considered sinking my fangs into her lips just to make a fucking point, but I dipped my head instead. "Sorry."

The word tasted like poison. Of course I wasn’t fucking sorry.

She averted her gaze and nodded, but the air between us remained strained.

Twenty minutes later, she had been dragged over to the stall by the redhead, who was forcing her into a beautiful emerald dress that I was more likely to throw into the hearth because it revealed too much of her tits. My tits. She looked like a wet dream.

What was that clause again? I wear what I want? Fuck that. I didn’t care what game of chess she was playing with Soren. I wanted no part of it. I didn’t like this game anymore.

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