Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142: 142. Court III

Maisie

There was a little bit of silence from the dais before the Queen spoke again. "You must think me a fool, nephew, if you think I do not smell his blood on that wench behind you."

Soren remained stiff as a board. "We had a bit of pork on the way here. Rare. Unless Adrian has begun to smell like a gutted pig, then you are mistaken, aunt."

He was lying out of his teeth so easily, I might have been impressed if I didn’t have seat pouring down my back. There was such raw violence in the air, I kept waiting for it to erupt.

The Lycan Queen hissed. "I felt him die, you scoundrel, in the same way I feel every one of my people die. You do not fool me with your useless act. You will confess to your crime or there will be nothing left of you four torn bury when I tear you to pieces."

Soren stared at her, and without blinking, he said, "Have you checked the whorehouses in Ashbourne, maybe?"

The hall sucked in a sharp breath, waiting.

And it came down, like an anvil. "Come forward, girl. I hear your transition is completed. Let me have a look at you."

Soren’s shoulder tensed. Jericho’s fingers curled. Quinlan inhaled abruptly and Mercer stiffened.

"Well?" she said snappily.

Mercer’s fingers tightened on mine. It was clear they didn’t want me taking the step forward, but out of the corner of my eyes, I noticed the guards lining the walls, the doors, every corner of the hall.

If they continued to disregard her orders, someone was going to get hurt.

I pulled my hand out of Mercer’s, and I heard Soren down the line of the bond, "Do not look in her eyes. Do not speak, no matter what questions she deems to ask you. We’ll take care of this."

I swallowed, slipping past the protective wall they’d formed around me to stand in front of them.

They brushed up closer behind me, their heats warming my back, letting me know they were there, and while I appreciated it, it did nothing to save me from the piercing stare of the Queen.

She appraised me like I was a commodity for purchase at a local market.

"Hmm." Her mouth curved. "Adequate."

My nails bit into my palms.

"It is as I was told," she continued, pleased with her own cruelty. "Fecund enough. Strong enough. If you had not already been bonded, you might have made a serviceable breeder. Shame."

I swallowed the rage. The yearning to smash her teeth in. But I knew she was only goading me and—

"Tell me, little girl," she smiled wider. "Was it your scent, or that new body of yours? Or might it be that false innocence and pretty face you used to lure Adrian in, just so you could commit treason?"

"What?"

The accusation was so jarring and out of place that in my shock, I forgot Soren’s warning, and made the mistake of glancing up.

The Queen’s black eyes slammed into mine, and the world around me was consumed by their darkness.

Those eyes were everywhere. In my mind. Around me, as she cocked her head in an almost serpentine movement. The presence in my mind was sentient and cruel, scraping down against my mental walls like claws to skin, searching.

It rebounded against an even older wall I hadn’t realized I had, and the result had my head splitting with such raw pain, I screamed.

I felt the Queen’s frustration at being unable to get into my head, and then she began striking harder, haphazardly, no longer trying to get in but to shatter it. To shatter my mind.

My Lycan was a heavy presence in my mind, shielding against the attack I didn’t understand. I tasted blood in my mouth. I felt it pour down my nose, my eyes, my ears.

Someone was screaming. It sounded like me. There was a roaring sound scraping off the walls, and I heard Soren yell, "Enough!"

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