Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 269

Chapter 269: 269. Marginally Unhinged I

Maisie’s Lycan

We hit the ground with a crack that cracked the stone beneath us.

He roared into our mind, his rage carrying the crushing weight of centuries. "Thousands of years in Exile! We watched our kin wither and die, our immortality reduced to ashes! I finally carved a path to this pathetic, ripe little world, and you, a flea-bitten mongrel, dare to slam the door in my face?!"

Flea-bitten? The audacity. The girl had great hair.

"We know your plans for this world. We won’t let you," I said, though honestly, I didn’t care. But being trapped in the body of a girl who loved boring history had altered me enough to draw up memories from the time I was in a different body, in a different world.

There was a time when dragons lived apart from the rest of the other world, a time when they lived in a separate plane, the highest authority after the Moon Mother herself, for their endless wisdom and power. They were guardians.

But there was a turning point. Perhaps they decided they were done watching us little ’mongrels’ from afar. Perhaps they decided they wanted to be worshipped as much as the Moon Mother was.

Either way, their need to conquer and rule every race left enough carnage and destruction in their wake that even the Moon Mother was deeply displeased and casted them out.

When they descended, they brought with them monarchy and dictatorship.

Sometimes, they were cruel. Sometimes they tried not to be. But the common attribute of dragons after their fall was destruction. Perhaps it was a curse, but it was in their blood.

None of that mattered. All I smelled was a rotting ego and a desperate need for attention. I just wanted to bite something.

A massive, clawed hand trapped us to the floor, crushing us, and swirling eyes burning with a millennia of starved madness and contempt bore into ours. "I will kill you, drain you, and use your spilled blood to carve a path--"

Crack. Crack. Crack.

A silver bullet shattered against his scaly snout, followed instantly by an entire magazine. The impacts barely grazed his thick hide, but the sheer, stinging annoyance of it made him flinch. His crushing grip on us loosened.

I snapped my gaze to the left.

Mercer.

He was panting, his clothes shredded and his arms bled. His forehead was slick with fresh blood. But his rifle was raised and his aim never faltered.

Oh. Oh.

My mouth watered. The girl hurt constantly because this man hated her. How pathetic. How useless. Hate, love, resentment. What did those complicated little human words matter? He was bleeding, he was lethal, and he was standing between a primordial monster and us.

Where I came from, that was foreplay, and it made an old monster like me, who had fought in wars and had seen and spilled enough blood to fill a river... blush.

His scent hit our nose. The coppery tang of blood, gunpowder, that manly spice and underneath it all, my scent that still cling to him, even after all this months.

I purred so hard, our ribs vibrated. With his shirt ripped open like that and all that blood on him, he looked like an offering.

He was practically begging me to climb and fuck him on the spot. Drag him into a dark cave, hold him captive for however long it takes to make him understand he was ours and teach him all the different things I’d learned to do with my hips in every life I’d lived.

Oh, but the things I would do to him--

The dragon’s spiked tail swung left. Mercer dodged, however, the tail recoiled and lashed against his chest, sending him crashing into the stone rubble.

The purr died in my throat.

A cold, jagged silence swallowed my mind. Mine. The overgrown lizard broke my toy.

I had my claws out and I lunged high, fury expanding my chest. I tore right through scale and flesh and bone. Blood sprayed hot against our skin, and the dragon’s icy roar frosted our cheeks and lashes. I barely felt it.

"No one touches my things," I hissed.

His limbs crushed the ground as he tore away from me, a deafening shriek exploding out of him as I gutted the soft underbelly, slipping out from under him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

I shouldn’t have been able to break through his scale, but we kept discovering new things about ourselves, ever since that night.

Fuck. I loved it when my Frenchman cursed.

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