Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248: 248. A Dinner From Hell I

Maisie

Dinner went uneventful for the most part.

The silence was stifling the second I descended the stairs, and the only sounds that echoed in the living room was the sound of metal scraping ceramic.

I was seated beside Jericho, with Mercer and Quinn on the opposite side of me, while Soren took the head of the table. All acting like I wasn’t present.

Before my disappearance, we never used to eat at the dinner table. We ate everywhere else but the dinner table. This felt formal and awkward and fucking depressing, and I pushed the food around my place, having no appetite at all even if it had been months since I’d been offered a full course meal, months since I’d eaten well.

Jericho cut into his steak and raised a piece over my plate. "Here, malysh–"

He stopped, eyes widening slightly like he hadn’t realized what he was doing until he’d done it.

Jericho took it back, straightening in his seat. "Habits die hard," he said harshly, not sparing me another glance.

"Cute," Quinlan said, making a disgusted face, and Mercer continued to blissfully ignore us all.

I wondered why he was even here if he so clearly wanted to be elsewhere.

"How’s Tessa doing?" I blurted, resentment burning in my chest again. "I’m sorry I hit your girlfriend a little too hard."

Quinlan coughed. Or choked. I couldn’t be sure.

Mercer finally glanced up from his plate, green eyes flashing with irritation. "If you’re asking if I’m fucking her... I don’t know, Adams, am I?"

We both knew he wasn’t.

But he cocked his head. "The idea does seem a little less repulsive than sticking my cock down the throat of a liar. At least, she’d keep my pup."

I snapped the knife in my grasp and the maid beside me jumped as she set down a slice of chocolate cake that might have been good enough to awaken my appetite if I wasn’t currently imagining Tessa and Mercer fucking.

It wasn’t even hard to imagine as I’d seen them fucking before.

My fangs began aching and I snatched my hands off the table to hide the beginning of the claws starting to punch out.

After my outburst earlier, I knew Soren suspected it. But I couldn’t have anyone find out about this. I trusted them to keep it to themselves, but the thing about secrets was that they always had a way of getting out.

If the Queen felt like having a field trip in Soren’s mind and she discovered it, I didn’t want to find out what new methods she would find to ensure I stayed subdued.

And I couldn’t have that happen, not before I killed the bitch.

I reeled in my temper and forced my gaze to my plate, and spent the next half an hour picking at the food, needing the day to be over like yesterday.

"What is it, Adams? Too good to eat what we give you?"

I glanced up at Soren, whose eyes are on his steak as he slices it into a perfectly juicy piece.

My stomach churned and I pushed the plate aside. It looked too much like blood. "Being near you makes the idea of stomaching anything appalling."

Mercer’s jaw clenched. Quinlan’s veins looked a second away from popping. Jericho stiffened beside me. Soren set down his fork, but his hand tightened around the knife.

I didn’t mean it. I was just bitter and angry about the entire evening. About my entire damned day. It had only been a couple of days since I had been back, but I had been stoned, spat on, hunted, fucked, bruised, beaten, nearly killed, strangled, poked at.

Something whizzed past my ear, so close, I felt the very air split and several strands of my dark hair got sliced off. I froze on the spot as something silver flashed past my peripheral and buried itself in the wall ahead of me with a heavy thunk, vibrating from the force.

"What the fuck, Black?" I heard Quinlan snarl.

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