Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174: 174. Alternatives

Maisie

An hour later, I was sitting on the couch, alternating between wiping the blood off Mercer’s left eye and Soren’s busted lip. The smell of alcohol on the cotton was as strong as the scent wafting off me in waves.

After nearly tearing down the house, I figured they could clean up after themselves, but I felt oddly protective of them and cleaning their wounds gave me something else to focus on, other than the lust overriding my senses.

Quinlan sighed. "Perhaps I should’ve joined in the fight, just so you can dote on me like that. Look at you. The very picture of a loving wife."

I shot him a glare, but returned my attention back to the gash on Soren’s forehead. There was a piece of glass sticking in there. I shook my head. "So, if I am to understand this ruckus, you’re saying that Margaret Hunt extended you an offer, and her terms were my getting mated to her sons?"

"Amongst other things," Soren grunted. He was distracted, staring at my cleavage, and every time my fingers touched his unusually heated skin, he flinched like it was too much to bear.

I listened as he explained in clear terms what she wanted. He didn’t seem happy about it, especially the proposed courtship period between me and my half-brothers. None of them did, but it was clear they were all in agreement for one thing. They all thought I deserved to know that the offer was at least extended, even if they wanted nothing more than to burn it to ashes.

They sat in silence, the tension hiking up to the roof as they waited.

For me.

"There is no other way to dilute the Queen’s strength than this?" I asked. I wasn’t very great with politics. I didn’t know how and why everyone thought the crown would look great on me. All I knew was how to study.

"She has been pulling strings. The likelihood that we are able to get the crown back with her alive is rather slim," Jericho said. Mercer’s shoulders stiffened at that but Jericho continued, "Revealing your parentage in that manner was a deliberate blow to tear down Soren’s good standing. The court already considers him a reckless airhead for..."

"For marrying me," I finished, ignoring the twinge of sadness I felt on that matter.

Jericho’s expression was tight. "Her terms make it clear she has no plans on stepping down."

Said terms being making me a breeder for the general public audience of Lycan males.

"Getting you pregnant might cement your place as Queen and make the Court more receptive to you," Quinlan said, and he looked disturbed by that. "But we do not trust that if that happens, the Queen won’t switch up the rules again. So long as she wears the crown, she can do whatever the fuck she wants."

I thought hard, and I knew Soren was not going to like what came out of my mouth next. Neither was Mercer.

"And..." I exhaled. "What if... what if there was a way to prove that... Margaret didn’t kill the previous queen?"

Silence descended on the living room area. Four pairs of gazes fixed on me like I was a stranger. The mood was swiftly shifting into something hostile and I added, "While we were sparring, Ryder said something to me that stood out. I’m not saying I believe him. It’s that... he didn’t deny her trying to kill Soren when he was a child. But what he did deny was his mother killing yours. He claimed the Hunts were the next in line to inherit. If that was true, it wouldn’t have made any sense to still murder for the crown."

Oh god.

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