Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16: 16. Calm Quinlan

I knew the instant I woke up that I wasn’t in my bedroom.

For one, the air smelled fresh. Clean. Like the sun beating down hard on fresh lilies and the intoxicating scent of something manly and crisp. Like notes. Definitely not like laundry detergent.

And then, the voices came.

"You couldn’t think of anywhere else to bring her but here?" a familiar voice all but snarled and the walls and glamorous chandelier’s rattled from the force of it.

"Pretending a problem doesn’t exist isn’t going to make it go away, Mercer. The sooner we tell her the truth, the better. If I hadn’t stepped in, it would’ve consumed her. We all know there’s no coming back from that," the calmer one said. His voice was monotone. He was the one who had commanded me to sleep.

My head was pounding wretchedly and my lashes fluttered open.

I was greeted by the view of a waterfall.

All of my thoughts were forgotten, every single worry or ache spooling out of my body as I stared out the ceiling to floor window, lips parted in awe.

I’d never seen anything so beautiful. I wasn’t even aware Ashbourne had waterfalls. The sunlight reflected off the waters causing them to glisten as they poured down, down into the massive lake below.

Where was I?

I tore my gaze away for long enough to look around me. I was in the largest bedroom I’d ever seen. All pale French oak floors, walls of deep, muted greige. One entire wall was a shelving of books. Architecture. Philosophy. Literature. There were trophies, too. Too many to count.

The art hung here and there was antique. The rug was antique. The oval shaped mirror was antique. The dresser was antique. The bed was the largest piece in the room, big enough to fit a group of twenty, and the black silken sheets felt so perversely soft of my skin that I wanted to burrow back into them and sleep. And sleep.

It was all so staggering that when I glanced down at my chipped nails, my clothes, it was clear as day that I didn’t belong here.

Wherever here was.

The sound of the arguing outside had faded and just as I threw the covers over my legs, the door knob twisted.

"You’re awake."

The sunlight hit the blonde’s face and I felt it like a punch to my gut. He was so handsome, I bet women salivated over him all the time. He belonged on the front page of a magazine that advertised underwear.

Hell, if he was advertising pans for omelettes, I would totally spend all of my savings buying them.

He was taller than Prince Soren by a couple of inches and he had these icy blue eyes that seemed unperturbed and unshaken by anything. "I am Quinlan. But you may call me Quinn."

"Quinn," I repeated, unable to take my eyes off him.

His reaction to hearing his name on my lips was strange. His lashes fluttered strangely and he seemed to... shudder.

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