Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 224

Chapter 224: 224. The Ride Back Home

Maisie

I had forgotten how much of an asshole Mercer Black could be when he decided he didn’t fuck with you.

The plane was freezing. I lay on my side in the cargo hold, hog-tied so tightly my fingers had gone numb hours ago. Mercer had tied the knots himself, and it was in such a manner that they only tightened the more I struggled. Every time I tried to shift, the bindings bit deeper into my already raw skin. A thick gag filled my mouth, muffling my angry shrieks.

He had left me here like discarded garbage.

Surrounded by crates of ammunition and weapons, I had no idea how long we’d been in the air. Long enough that my bladder was demanding for release. Long enough that hunger had become a dull, constant ache in my stomach. Long enough that the humiliation of it all made me think of committing a different kind of murder.

I slammed my body sideways into the nearest stack of crates.

Once. Twice. Harder.

Metal screeched. Something heavy toppled and crashed beside me. I kept going until the noise was impossible to ignore.

Five minutes later, the door finally opened.

Mercer stood there, framed by the dim light of the cabin beyond. He peered down at me like I was shit he wanted to scrape off his boots. He was dressed head to toe in black, a t-shirt stretched tightly across his muscled chest, the most casual pair of jeans I’d ever seen on him tucked neatly into boots. And his hair was pulled back into a man bun.

My Lycan decided she liked this look a whole lot and began purring like an overfed cat, completely oblivious to the stormy cloud around Mercer as he stepped inside and shut the door behind him.

The click of the lock sounded final and my breath hitched.

I went still as he crossed the small space and crouched in front of me. Close enough that I could smell him, his hot skin, his cologne. He hadn’t changed it. I suddenly felt more home sick than I had in the nine months I was gone.

His fingers caught the edge of the gag and dragged it out roughly.

"You’ve made a mess," he murmured, his thumb skimming over the blood I could taste on my lip. He wiped it off and smeared it between his fingers.

My voice came out hoarse. "I need to use the bathroom."

He studied me for a long moment. "You never did learn how to plead for things properly."

"If I piss myself in here, it will stink and get all over your precious shipment."

Mercer’s gaze drifted over the ropes cutting into my wrists, the dirt on my clothes, the cut on my neck that had long since stopped bleeding. When his eyes returned to mine, something ugly flickered in them.

"Then piss yourself."

The words landed flat.

I stared at him, thinking for sure that he had to be joking. But he stared at me like he was waiting for me to soil my pants. "What the hell is wrong with you? First you try to kill me. Now you want me to die from a ruptured bladder."

He leaned in. Not enough to touch me, but close enough that our breaths mingled. "You. You are everything wrong."

My fingers curled hard into fists. "You are not even going to ask me why?"

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