Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159: 159. An Insane Visitor I

Tessa

Tessa woke with a start.

She always slept with the windows open.

Her mother told her it was a terrible habit and one day, one of the many people she had broken would take the window in to slit her throat.

Tessa left it open anyway. She feared nothing. Feared no one. Not even death.

But there was something about the displacement of the air that made all of the hairs along her and rise and every instinct in her body snap taut.

She knew she was in danger before her mind caught up, her Lycan growing restless in her chest. Frightened.

She sat up fast, sheets slipping from her waist, heart already hammering, every sense she possessed flaring at once as an ominous pressure settled over the room, as though something abominable had entered it and was now standing very still, watching her.

Tessa’s claws extended halfway before she identified the shape at the foot of her bed, bent slightly to pick up a bottle of liquor from the floor.

Maisie Adams.

Earlier that evening, she had been summoned before the court, still shaken from the Exile attack, finding herself being accused of trying to murder wench.

"She smelled like a rebel," she told the court, tears brimming in her eyes. "She had rebel blood all over her. It was an accident on my part, but how should I have known your bride was meeting with rebels?"

And just like that, she had turned the tables on them, and to twist the knife even deeper, she added, "We were attacked where we are supposed to be the safest. Our walls have been secure for years. Now of all times. Did they break through our defenses or did someone let them in?"

She knew if they hadn’t been in the presence of the Queen, Soren might have killed her for the accusation.

Jericho had tried, of course, and gotten pinned to the ground by the Queen’s guards.

Very violent, that one.

He was not like the others with their diplomatic words and politics. If Jericho hated something, he didn’t talk to it. He killed it.

And hate Tessa, he did.

It didn’t matter how innocent and truly, awfully saddened she tried to look while offering to apologize to the stupid bitch.

They didn’t buy the act.

In fact, judging from the murder in their gazes when the Queen dismissed their accusations as irrelevant, Tessa expected to wake up to claws ripping her heart out.

It was why she had slept naked, after all.

She was not, in fact, expecting the mutt herself.

Maisie Adams turned the bottle over on her hands, studying it. "I almost envy you. My husbands have forbidden me from drinking. Though, I think that has more to do with how crazy I get when I’m drunk."

The girl popped the lid and downed the rest of the alcohol in the bottle.

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