Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202: 202. An Impossible Solution III

Maisie

Gruer’s expression blanked out. "You see, I can’t tell you that."

"What do you mean, you can’t?" I asked, not realizing I was stepping too close to the line.

His lips curled. "There is a balance to all things, and already, it hangs precariously. There are rules even I cannot break. I will not give you the knife you plan to die on."

"I-I don’t understand—"

"I see it in you," he said, voice pitying. "The same madness that plagued Elara Thorne. Did you know, shortly after she landed in this world and birthed her child, she took her own life?"

I froze.

I thought if he could’ve crossed the circle, he would be inches away from me. "You are walking the same dangerous line. But Elara, she had many decades. She lived a long life. You haven’t even lived yet. You are much too young to throw everything away. There will always be other men. There won’t be another you."

"That is not your decision to make," I seethed, tears welling in my eyes.

"Maybe it isn’t," he purred. "But I am not obligated to tell you anything else."

I took a desperate step forward. "Please."

He smiled like he’d been waiting for that. "Shall I tell you what will happen if you die trying to break this bond?"

I didn’t want to hear it. But I couldn’t move.

His mouth curved into a wicked smile. "The rift will take you. You won’t even have a body to bury. They will look for you. They will mourn you. Days. Months. Might take years. They will hate you for it. They will never understand why you had to ’leave’. No one will ever know what you gave and even if they did, they would never forgive you for it."

His eyes glittered with satisfaction as I bit down hard to hide my cry, and failed. "Stop," I whispered.

"They will find someone else. Someone easier. They will fuck her—"

"Stop it—"

"—harder than they ever fucked you—"

A sob tore out of me. "Stop it!"

He went on relentlessly. "They will wake up beside her every morning and eventually stop reaching for the empty space where you used to be—"

A hoarse wail echoed around me. "Please—stop talking—"

"They will tell her they love her. They will have children. Dark haired, fair haired, amber eyes, green eyes, blue eyes, violet eyes—they will call them ’Father’, or ’Dad’."

I covered my ears with both hands, shaking my head violently, but his voice still cut through.

"They will live full lives without you. Happy lives. And the hole you left behind will shrink. And shrink. Until one day, it will be as though you were never there at all."

A broken, ugly wail ripped out of me. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. My knees hit the floor as I curled forward, sobbing so hard my chest hurt.

Gruer watched me with something almost like satisfaction. "Not even you are that selfless. Go home, Maisie Adams. Go home to your mates. And if seven days are all you have left, be grateful for it."

No. I didn’t—would never—accept that.

But Gruer had decided we were through and that annoyed expression returned to his face, his hand pushing against the protective barrier. "Now, I believe you owe me something."

"No," I said with a hateful rage I couldn’t control. He never even asked my question.

My lungs seized as my body jerked upright, like I was being remote-controlled by something. My hand rose of its own accord and pressed against the barrier, right where Gruer’s fingers were.

I couldn’t control my own body.

Gruer’s eyes flashed a greedy green and it felt like he was peering into my soul, like he could see all of my secrets, all of my memories, every thought I ever had in my entire time.

I didn’t feel him in my head, but my life flashed before my eyes, anyway, unbidden.

"Hm," he hummed, already pulling away, but just as he was about to, his nostrils flared.

Then he tilted his head like he’d heard something, and his eyes lowered to my stomach and widened strangely.

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