Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17: 17. Changing

Quinlan’s bathroom was the size of Luna Kaida’s entire bedroom. And some more. His closet was just as large.

What could someone like that want with someone like me? I had nothing to offer. And it couldn’t have been sex because I was an Omega, and they had made it very clear when the redhead, Mercer, said I reeked worse than any Omega that he’d had the displeasure of being around that they sure as hell didn’t like me like that.

So, what was it?

I fidgeted, even as I wore the clothes that had been set out for me. There were two sets and I didn’t bother touching the one on the left. It looked far too expensive to be given to me.

The ones I pulled on were simple, though, they still felt way too luxurious to be homewear. A baggy shirt and slacks that smelled faintly of perfume and that addictive scent all Lycans had. They clearly belonged to Quinlan.

I couldn’t find my shoes anywhere, so I started out of the bedroom barefoot, marvelling in sheer wonder at the house outside the bedroom.

Sweet, freaking Goddess.

It was a mansion. A real, swear to the gods mansion. The staircases went down in spirals, the chandeliers sparkled with a soft glow, the walls were made of glass in the sitting room and I could see the vast yard outside, the gardens, the greenery and the unending, devastatingly, beautiful waterfall.

But the scent of something spicy and delicious tickled my nostrils, causing my stomach to growl angrily.

Following it brought me smack into the living room area, which naturally bled into the dining area and I stopped short when I found four pairs of eyes staring back at me.

If someone had told me a month ago that I would be in a house, having an early dinner with four Lycans, I would have laughed and told them they were mad.

But then again, if someone had told me they would have ever looked in my direction, I would have said the same thing.

Collectively, they glanced first at my hair. It was wet and back to its usual frizz, falling about my face in unruly curls. Then their gazes lowered to Quinlan’s shirt sticking to my skin, then the pants, then my barefoot that I placed over the other.

My cheeks reddened with embarrassment. "I couldn’t... I couldn’t find my shoes."

The silence that followed was so thick, I felt a layer of it settle over my skin.

I sought solace in Quinlan’s face, but his jaw was clenched, his fingers wrapped tightly around a glass of water. I didn’t think he was breathing at all.

Something black flashed in his eyes and he made a small noise in his throat that sounded predatory and made my skin jump with fright.

"Quinn," the silver haired one warned.

Quinlan, ever the calm, expressionless one, snarled.

And lunged for me.

I screamed, stumbling back as his face morphed. Soren and the redhead moved, catching Quinlan before he could pounce on me, and the silver haired one came for me, grabbing me in a run so fast, I didn’t even have a second to scream.

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