Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 23

Chapter 23: 23. Soren

Fingers coated in black polish wrapped around my dick and the blonde ran her tongue up and down the seams sweetly. "There have been rumors that your aunt isn’t pleased with you, my prince."

My thumb creased over the surface of the picture. It was old and unaware, taken from a high point that should’ve been difficult, even for a private investigator.

"Hmm," was all I said as she pumped hard, parting her legs wider at my feet. She blinked up at me with innocent wide eyes, even if we both knew she was anything but innocent.

"The Council has begun to whisper that the Queen’s Consort might be a better choice than waiting around for you to fulfil your duties."

I cocked my head at the picture. Maisie Adams had such intense eyes. They were the kind that arrested you on the first look and made you look again. The second look was enough to notice other things.

Like the sharp cut of her chin. Or the scowl that hid perfectly plum lips. Or the permanent pull of hairy brows. Or the innocence that hid behind scattered, curly lashes. Individually, they were each nothing special of note. But altogether, she was striking enough to befuddle.

And it didn’t help either, that what she hid under those large, ugly clothes could cause a catastrophe. And it would become worse if she managed to survive the transition.

"Are you even listening?"

Unwillingly, I dragged my gaze from the picture and narrowed my gaze at the blonde. She had been sucking my dick in exchange for information for the past year, but I still couldn’t remember her name.

I caught her chin between my fingers. "I told you I preferred you with your mouth full, darling."

She flushed a pretty red and sucked my tip past her luscious lips, blushing harder at being called darling. I always called them that when I couldn’t tell them apart from the others–there were always so many of them, throwing themselves at our feet for sexual favours.

Who was I to decline? I could be quite generous, when I wanted to be.

My gaze flitted back to Maisie’s photo.

Adams, I thought, as the blonde moaned deeply, squeezing her thighs together as I thickened past her throat.

I remembered attending that funeral five years ago. A heart attack, they’d said. I wondered what Maisie might do if she ever found out–

The doors swung open.

The maid tried to scamper away at the aura that sank into the atmosphere, the brush of old power and new licking against our skin, but I held her in place.

There were only a handful of people who could barge into my rooms even if I had given the particular order that I was not to be disturbed.

The Lycan Queen was one of them.

Her blue eyes were sharp and livid as they honed in on the blonde with my nails digging into her scalp. Her lips curled with distaste. "Get out."

The blonde scampered away, not bothering with her clothes before fleeing out the door.

Outside the castle, the bonfire burned steadily, bright enough to light up the world in orange and red. The beating of the drums pulsed in my chest like a lull, enticing, seducing, calling me towards the rite, Orgia.

The race was dying and I was doing everything the priestesses instructed and it was never enough. It was never going to be enough. And still, every season the expectation reset. Show up. Try again. Give more. For the race. Four our people.

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