Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: 18. An Inferior Race

It had been established that my life was already in some form of danger.

If the pain from Cole sleeping with someone else didn’t drive me insane, it was going to kill me.

If I couldn’t get the Lycan Queen to sever the bond between Cole and I, I was going to die.

Adding one more thing to that list seemed inconsequential, until it was yet another thing you had no hand in.

I was back in the living room area. Quinlan was positively subdued, lazily swirling a glass of wine like he hadn’t been trying to eat me alive minutes ago.

Mercer was perched on a stool, his fiery red hair standing out starkly in the room. He might have been handsome, were it not for that perpetual sneer on his face that told me his stance on me being a wretched charity case hadn’t changed.

Prince Soren was shirtless, thick arms of corded muscles leaning back against the kitchen island leisurely, that hint of mischief never leaving his violet eyes.

And Jericho might have been a fly on the wall. Of all the four of them, he had no presence. He could’ve been in your face and you wouldn’t have noticed him until he was stabbing you to death.

Somehow, he scared me even more than the other three.

They were four completely different people, with four completely different personalities too big to share a room together. The aura was so staggering, I had chosen to sit.

Because I didn’t think my legs could hold me.

"Y-you said I was going to die," I said, breaking the silence.

My voice was back to its usual squeak. Perhaps, it was because I was losing my marbles and panicking again.

Prince Soren nodded. "Not every bite transmits the curse, but in the event that it does, not many survive it. Humans die instantly. In wolves, it takes a longer stretch of time for the body to acclimate to it, or reject it completely. It is why we are, after all, a dying race. Replicating is an arduous task."

My fingers tightened in the slacks. "That night at the mixer, one of you bit me."

They shared a look I couldn’t decipher. One that came from years of being so closely knit together, anyone else was practically an outsider.

"We all did," Jericho said.

My breath hitched. "And doomed me to death–"

"Those were our woods you ran into, Ms. Adams," Mercer cut in, each word clipped with irritation. Mercer seemed like a man who was always angry about something. "We were on a hunt and you practically ran into our maws. Of course, you were bitten. There is a reason why those woods are restricted in the first place."

"Forgive me if I didn’t see the sign that said, ’Predatory Lycans Ahead. Stay The Fuck Away Or You’re Gonna Die,’" I gritted out, voice bordering on hysterical.

Prince Soren snorted, like my breaking down was some form of personal joke to him. "There hasn’t been a successful change in centuries. The last was an Alpha Female and she nearly died from it."

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