Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15: 15. I’m Going To Kill You

"Ms. Adams," the Head Mistress of the Greymoor Academy folded her fingers over a stack of files seated on her desk of rich mahogany. "There have been... concerning reports from your peers. As you understand, it is important you remain a model student throughout your stay in Greymoor to keep your scholarship."

I knew there was a problem the second I stepped into the classroom and got summoned by the Head.

She settled a tablet screen in front of me. "Can you identify the female in these videos?"

The world tilted on its axis as I watched what could only be a sex tape. A groupee, really, with at least seven males I don’t recognize and a single brown haired girl in the center.

The brown haired girl had my face plastered on hers so seamlessly, it looked exactly like me.

My eyes shot up to meet Head Mistress Atlas’s in wild panic. "That isn’t me. I swear it."

Her lips pulled thin. "That was only a fraction of the disturbing materials that were sent to the Academy’s site, Ms. Adams. It took a rather troubling effort to have it all taken down." Her eyes were a hard grey. "I understand that you are an adult now and your intimate life hardly concerns anyone but yourself. But you are Greymoor’s scholarship student. And as such, you must hold Greymoor’s image in the highest esteem. Your conduct must speak the same and this has put a stain onto the Academy’s reputation."

Tears filled my eyes. "That isn’t me, Head Mistress."

She merely stared. "But it looks exactly like you, Ms. Adams. The disciplinary committee is currently in decision on what to do with your case, and unless you can provide irrefutable proof that the female in the pictures and videos is not you, you will be expelled, and in the event that you did find a way to clear your name, your scholarship status will be suspended until the board wishes to revisit it."

My eyes flew wide. Oh goddess. Oh god.

I stood abruptly, ignoring the fact that the rest of the school board was in the office. As well as a few men. Including Mr. Halven.

I pulled up my shirt, revealing the network bruises all over my torso that had formed over the last couple of weeks from bearing all the pain from Cole’s escapades. "I was rejected on the first day of school. I’ve had these ever since then. This is my proof that I am not the girl in the videos."

Everyone in the room stirred uncomfortably, varying expressions of horror lighting up their gazes.

Head Mistress Atlas’s expression, however, did not shift. "And if the materials were taken before then?"

I stared at the board, watching my life unravel right in front of me. "It isn’t me. That isn’t me. It’s been fabricated. The least you could do before deciding to throw me out is investigate it. Please."

The Head merely said in response, "That is insufficient. We’ve wasted enough resources on you already, Ms. Adams, and have gotten nothing but a smear in Greymoor’s stellar reputation. Short of the Queen’s intervention, nothing can help you. You will return later today for your expulsion letter and you will hand in your badge. As well as everything you’ve been given by Greymoor."

My legs shook.

Everything was over. My life was over. Even if I found proof and cleared my name, this would stick to me like glue. I would never be able to pay for Greymoor’s fees. I would never be able to go to school anywhere else.

I began to hyperventilate.

I couldn’t remember leaving the office. All I could think of was the diner last night. The vengeful look in Lana’s eyes.

It was her. She did this.

My vision hazed red, my fingers trembling with violence. Murder.

I slammed into something hard in the hallway, but I barely felt it. There were hands on my shoulders, shaking me hard with the most marvelous voice I’d ever heard.

A part of me acknowledged that it was a Lycan. But it didn’t break through the haze of blood lust that came over me.

I shoved him with shocking strength and ran down the hallway filled with students who pointed upon sighting me and whispered. Slut. Whore. Loose. At me. Me, who had worked hard for every single thing in her life, just to watch it all wash down the drain.

I found Lana in the Cafeteria.

"Maisie," I heard Regina say as she blocked my path. And then there was Jenny. And then there was Nick.

My brain took note of them, but their faces, their voices, their pleas to take a breath... none of it sank in. My vision had tunneled into the object of my bloodlust and my entire being itched to... hurt. To make her bleed. To... to kill.

I shoved at the protective wall my friends formed around me, knocking Jenny aside into the bench. She yelped, but I didn’t hear her pain. I shouldn’t have been able to do that, but that didn’t register either.

All I could hear were the words, Hurt her. Break her. Kill her.

I smiled. "I want to hurt you."

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