Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 193

Chapter 193: 193. Dinner With Mom

Maisie

Dinner was something of a banquet, but it was the tensest I’d ever been to. And considering how tense dinner with the Lycan Queen had been, this was record breaking.

More than half of the table hated us and didn’t bother trying to hide it. I thought the only reason they weren’t reaching across to stab us was because they feared their queen.

The other half ogled us like we were dinner, the males shameless in their perusal of me and my body, and the females batting pretty lashes at my mates, like they wanted pieces out of them.

The red head across the table—Trinity?—was currently running her toes up and down what she thought to be Jericho’s foot, staring at him from under long, hooded lashes, biting her bottom lip softly in a ’come hither’ look that should’ve looked silly, but was infuriatingly attractive on her.

And I wondered if she knew it was my leg she was rubbing on.

Quinlan was laughing quietly beside me behind a glass of wine.

Of course, he would find it funny that I was fuming, when literally every maid who dropped a platter of food between him and Mercer always seemed to have a problem with their necklines hanging absurdly low and their skirts hiking high enough that when they ’accidentally’ dropped the tray or a glass, I was flashed with an obscene view.

I wanted to go home. I was having too many murderous thoughts tonight.

Jericho took a slice of the yummy looking dessert cake and placed it into my plate. "You should eat, malyshka. We can’t have you passing out from all the energy you’re expending thinking about how to turn her into meat skewers."

I glared at him and stabbed into the chocolate cake. The fork went straight through, clanging against the porcelain and shattering it.

The redhead jumped in her seat, as did everyone else on the table, more than twenty pairs of eyes snapping to me as I growled, "Get your toes away from me or I’ll cut them all off."

Her eyes widened and her cheeks burned red as she straightened in her seat.

An undignified snort escaped Kara who sat like a prim and proper lady beside Ryder, and then she slapped her hand over her mouth in horror, ducking her head low like it was something that would go punished.

"Easy, Cherie," Quinlan said, passing the broken shards of the plate to the nearest maid. "We aren’t killing anyone today, oui?"

I glared pointedly at the maid bent at his side, with her breasts all up in his face. A growl escaped me.

Maybe I was overreacting. But I could’ve sworn the buttons of her blouse were all done five seconds ago.

"Pathetic," someone whispered not too far off. It was a dark haired man, one of whom had been glaring at me all evening. "She’s a wild creature. A violent, little thing who needs a leash."

"Maybe I’ll let her put a leash on you," Soren crooned sweetly, a smug smile playing softly on his mouth. "I can’t guarantee you’ll be able to handle being on the receiving end of that violence, though."

The man’s face turned red.

"She abuses them?" a woman whispered down the table. "Little wonder they’re all wrapped around her fingers like that. She must be very powerful if she is able to bring the four princes to heel. They have quite the reputation. You know they call her wedding to them The Bloody Wedding."

"Of course, she is powerful. She is the Queen’s daughter," another gossiped.

Another woman nodded and whispered, "Look how the silver haired one keeps feeding her. Poor thing. She must have traumatized them. She treats them like puppies, when they should be worshipped."

My left eye twitched. What on earth was wrong with these people?

Mercer’s eyes narrowed as my hands trembled around my fork. "May," he said in warning like I was something volatile, about to explode, though his eyes were lit with amusement, like he was enjoying this.

"I’ve heard from my sons that you attend the academy."

The table fell silent and it took me a little while to realize Margaret was speaking. To me. I lifted my gaze and found hers at where she sat at the table’s head.

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