Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145: 145. Family Breakfast I

Maisie

I hated this place. I hated everything.

I’d hardly been able to catch a wink of sleep last night, having spent most of it tossing and turning, sobbing and screaming into my pillow at the unjust feeling in my chest and wondering if the Lycans were giving me the silent treatment because of what I’d said in the infirmary, considering the only words I’d gotten out of any of them that night was from Soren, who shoved a tray at my face.

"Eat."

He didn’t even look at me when he said it. None of them did.

And when I’d asked about Quinlan, I’d gotten a noncommittal, "He’ll be fine."

I wanted to leap out the window and go check on him. But at the thought of finding Tessa there, doting on him, loving up to him, I balked and hid under the covers like an idiot.

And of course, because I was a crazy person, I used my ninja skills and snuck into the infirmary anyway. I didn’t find him there.

On my way back, I found him. His bedroom was on the same floor and wing as mine. He’d been standing by the door, skin pale and sweaty and wrapped up in bandages, and Tessa had been in front of him, in a red flimsy, see-through chemise.

She had her fingers pressed to his chest, her head tipped up, wide with affection and vulnerability, and she was so much taller than me, the distance between their lips were non existent.

When he’d glanced up, I ducked behind the wall, panting, and sniffing, lips quivering as stupid tears rolled down my cheek.

I bet she knew always knew the right words to say. I bet she would make a better wife than I did when I was gone. I bet her perfect height would make sexual positions much better. I bet they’d make such beautiful, fair headed babies.

I had growled so hard into my pillows that my throat hurt so bad by morning.

And now, I was being forced out of bed for a family breakfast.

Whatever that meant.

I was washed, plucked free of all the hair on my skin and scrubbed raw. I suspected the maids hated me, and so they ’prepared’ me harder than necessary.

My hair was pulled back from my scalp into tight, intricate braids. My face was painted effectively. And then came the horror. I was shoved in a corset-like dress, a touch modern and a touch outdated, and I’d felt my ribs squeeze as the ropes were pulled.

"Is this..." I wheezed. "... necessary? It’s only breakfast."

Brynn hummed in agreement. "It is your first official introduction to the entire royal family. Breakfast is a mild term for what happens in those halls every morning." She shook her head. "You must look the part."

"The part is cosplaying a woman who got lost on her way to an eighteenth century’s Duke’s ball? Who even wears corsets anymore?" I grumbled.

Brynn glared at me. "What you lack in poise, you must at least, make up for in appearance."

"Do my husbands receive the same treatment, too? I bet Soren would look pretty in a fucking basket."

A maid choked on a cough. Brynn muttered something about ’foul mouthed brats’, and ordered that the ropes should be yanked even tighter, so that I had little breath to speak out of turn at the breakfast table.

In the daytime, the castle bustled with energy. Maids were running about in a frenzy, and every one seemed to have somewhere to be.

My jaw was on the floor for most of the walk to the main building as Brynn gave me a cold, yet intensive tour.

"The castle has stood for several centuries, built in a time when the royal family had several occupants that each heir needed a section to house their mates and pups."

Well, that explained the size of it. I’d never really noticed, considering the last time I was here, I had been fighting for my life. And last night didn’t exactly count for the best experience.

The castle was enormous. There were so many structures, all looking exactly the same, that it felt like I was walking through a room of mirrors.

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