Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146: 146. Family Breakfast II

Maisie

Breakfast was in an open-aired pavilion.

The table was long enough to fit four families of pure breds and hybrids.

I was wedged on the left side between Jericho and Quinlan.

Quinlan looked annoyingly good for a man who had been whipped less than a day ago. His embroidered jacket hid most of the damage, but the bandage peeking from his half-open shirt was impossible to miss.

Jericho, meanwhile, was still refusing to speak to me.

Which would have been easier to bear if he wasn’t simultaneously taking all the bones out of my fish, cutting my steak into smaller pieces, and quietly replacing my glass of water every time it got low.

"Jer, about last night—"

He let out an irritated grunt and turned his gaze elsewhere, dismissing me.

I exhaled through my nose. Fine. I deserved that.

Soren and Mercer sat closer to the head of the table. And between them was the source of my rapidly deteriorating mood.

Tessa.

She looked positively radiant in her sapphire blue. The gown was cut scandalously low, the neckline dipping just enough that every time she leaned toward Soren, her pale cleavage glistened.

She kept giggling like she’d won a lottery or something.

I did not miss the Queen’s approving smile each time she did it. Lady Graham, seated on the Queen’s right, made a soft, loud little sound of encouragement. "It really is such a shame they can’t be bonded. They have such beautiful chemistry."

Her gaze flicked to me. "Instead, we get that."

A few women down the table tittered into their cups.

Don’t react, I told myself as my fingers tightened around the glass cup. Don’t give them the satisfaction.

I’d been around bullies before. This was no different.

I repeated the mantra so many times, I didn’t hear the question until the table had fallen silent.

I glanced up and the Queen’s mate, the one who always liked to stare at parts of me oddly, and had blue-black hair that reminded me of Bastian, ran his fingers down her arms, massaging gently. "You worry too much, my Queen," he murmured. "The girl has only been bonded a short while."

The Queen hummed. "I had expected better progress," the Queen said. "We should be able to sniff a pup on her by now." She turned to Mercer. "Am I to believe you four incapable of impregnating her or might your new bride be barren?"

My food turned to lead in my stomach.

"Mother," Mercer hissed, fingers tightening around his fork. "If you’re looking for a fertility report, I’m sure Memah can ease your worries, considering you had her torment our mate in the guise of a useless examination."

The table fell silent, staring at Mercer with shock. I knew then that it was possibly the first time he’d ever spoken to her that way.

Her brow arched as another of her mates combed his fingers through her hair. "You would address me this way because of that little girl?"

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