Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: 136. The Club IV

Maisie

My skin turned to ice and I jerked again, harder, and he shoved me backward into the booth so fast the air punched out of my lungs. My shoulder struck the leather seat.

The noise of the theater surged on.

A heavy weight began to pin me to the floor.

I twisted, fighting hard enough for my muscles to burn, but he was too strong, too heavy, too close. The edge of the bench dug into my back. My pulse pounded in my ears so loudly I could barely hear theater anymore.

Something in me went feral.

I kicked. He caught my leg with his thigh and trapped me there. I screamed, hands lashing out and I slashed my claws down his face. But the second the gash formed, it healed. Too fast. It was impossible to heal that fast, even for a Lycan.

"Perks of fucking the Queen. Among other things," he chuckled, slapping his hands over my wrists to keep me trapped under him. "Don’t make this anymore difficult than it has to be."

My breath came in sharp pulls.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" I snarled but his hand came down over my mouth again.

Hated the taste of his skin. It was acrid.

I sank my teeth in to his palm.

He jerked back with a hiss.

I used the opening to wrench one wrist free and slam the heel of my hand into his nose. Pain exploded through my palm, but he only staggered an inch before hauling me in again.

The space felt too tight. Too loud. Laughter echoed all around me.

I could feel the bond pulsing somewhere under my skin, restless and far away, as though I had to break through layers of water just to reach it.

Help.

His breath brushed my cheek. "You should’ve stayed where they put you."

My stomach lurched and I drove my forehead into his face.

Something cracked.

He swore, stumbling back, and I shot for the opening in the curtain.

His hand caught the back of my neck and yanking me off my feet and hauling me backwards onto bench. My head struck the wooden edge hard enough to make white sparks burst across my vision.

When I came to, he was straddling me, his hands running up my legs, hiking up my skirt, eyes black with lust. I swung my fist and slapped him across the face.

He laughed hoarse, running his tongue along the inside of his cheek, and then he was strangling me, so that my screams came out as tiny, cut off squeaks.

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