Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 225

Chapter 225: 225. Interrogations I

Maisie

There’s an overwhelmingly hostile aura leaking out of all three of them, stuffing the interrogation chamber as if it weren’t already hard enough to sit across from them and pretend they meant nothing to me.

I forced myself to sit still.

Under the table my nails dug into my trembling fists as I stared Soren head on, ignoring Mercer and Jericho. Mercer, because I feared he had the ability to open his mouth and destabilize me with one harsh word. Jericho, because he’d always had a way to strip me bare without even speaking.

Quinlan was noticeably absent and I tried hard not to think about what that meant.

Maybe he had written me off. Maybe he too believed the worst of me and didn’t think I was even worth looking at.

I took it as a small blessing. It meant I didn’t have to see the hatred in his eyes, too.

Soren flicked the stylus pen between his index and middle fingers calmly, but I’d spent enough time around him to know when the man was pissed off and restraining himself from acting rash.

It was in the way his aura kept attacking mine and choking the air from around me, leaving me with only enough to make my head woozy and my body titter on the dangerous edge of excitement and fear.

He had changed, too.

He was bigger than I remembered, broader through the shoulders, the muscles of his arms straining against the dark fabric of his shirt whenever he moved. His face had hardened into something colder and more severe. The softness that had come to stay around his mouth the longer we knew each other was now gone.

Jericho sat to his left, silent as ever. His silver hair was a few inches longer, nearly hiding his eyes, but I felt them on me anyway. He hadn’t looked away from me since I woke, like he thought if he looked any deeper, he might find something left of the woman he had fallen for.

My Lycan stirred the moment I took them in.

Mine.

I clenched my jaw. Shut up.

Look at them. Look how strong they became. They got harder without us. We should climb across the table and sit in the dark one’s lap. We should kiss his neck and place our mark on him again. You want that too, don’t you?

I dug my nails deeper into my palms. The perks of spending months training my mind and my body? It gave me some advantage over my Lycan. She could no longer snatch control of the reins whenever she wanted to.

And believe me, she was trying so hard right now. My body kept jerking imperceptibly each time I refused her what she wanted.

On second thoughts, I want the redhead first. I want to sink my teeth into that pretty throat and make him snarl. Then the silver one. I want him on his knees. Our scents on them have faded significantly. We should correct that so they can never wash us off them.

I ignored her.

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