Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120: 120. Jericho II

Maisie

His hands had a slight tremor on my skin but his expression otherwise remained dull and empty. I fought the urge to touch him.

"The humans stood outside and cheered. They cheered while my family burned alive. I remembered looking back and seeing my Da trapped beneath a beam. My brothers screaming. My mother shoved me out the window in time for everything to explode."

My stomach twisted with horror and I didn’t know when my fingers threaded through his. Or when my throat clogged. Or when tears brimmed in my eyes.

His gaze drifted somewhere far away and his lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. "I shifted for the first time that night and I killed every human I could find."

There was no pride in his voice. No remorse either. "I don’t remember most of it. Only blood. Fear. Running. They caught me eventually."

Cold. My chest felt so cold. His fingers felt like ice.

"They kept me in a cage because they didn’t know how to kill me. So they experimented." Another tremor ran along his shoulders. "They burned and branded me. But in that form, it did nothing. They drowned me. They tried cutting pieces off me but could never come close enough. They buried me."

He shuddered. I didn’t think I was breathing any more. I felt sick.

"They poisoned me. Somewhere, they figured aconite, your wolfsbane, made me queasy. Somewhere they realized the reason the cage held me at all was because there were traces of silver metal in it. They poisoned me with the mix. But it didn’t kill me. So they starved me."

The horror must have shown on my face because Jericho’s gaze softened. "I don’t remember all of it.

He paused. "I remember being hungry." His voice cracked slightly. "For years, I remember being hungry."

"Jer..." I exhaled softly.

It was as though calling his name pulled him out of the memory, because he blinked twice and the glazed look was gone from his eyes. "The Queen found me after seven years."

He had been thirteen. A child.

"She walked into the cage and sat beside me. She talked to me, even as I tried to rip her head off. And when she hand fed me and healed my wounds, I felt warmer than I had in seven years." He exhaled. "’You’re safe now, Ivashkov. Let me take you home. You must be exhausted.’"

His amber eyes rose to mine. "When you are drowning, malyshka, you don’t care who tosses you a rope. You take it."

Understanding began creeping in slowly.

"I followed her," Jericho said with a silent laugh. "I would have followed her anywhere. I did follow her everywhere. She fed me. She helped me shift back. Taught me how to speak again. How to behave. How to live among people. And I grew attached to her. She became my entire world, all that mattered, all that I lost. I would’ve done anything for her if she so asked for it. And for years, I did. I wanted to please her. It was all I lived for. There was no other purpose to my being."

My breaths had grown shallow.

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