Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 276

Chapter 276: 276. An Insane Visitor III

The mountain next. My limbs unfeeling. The rogues dragging me like dead weight. Tessa walking ahead like it was an evening stroll, talking about the Queen, about getting rid of me permanently without killing them, about midnight.

I was going to die.

The thought landed in all four of us at once.

I’m never going to see them again.

Soren’s face. Jericho’s. Mercer’s. Quinlan’s. The way they touched me like I was something precious. There’s not a place you could go that we wouldn’t find you.

Tears burned behind my eyes and I couldn’t lift my hand to wipe them, couldn’t feel anything below my waist.

The cliff. I fought the memory even harder, and I lost.

I felt the wind, heard the whispers, my bladder felt full. I knew what was coming but I was helpless to stopping it. I was in hell, my worst nightmares brought to life.

Tessa’s foot was on my chest. The ashen dagger glinted in the night. Five minutes to midnight.

"Any last words, bitch?"

I wanted to argue and make up and do it again. I wanted to tell them I loved them. All that left my mouth was a senseless whimper, and Tessa smiled and said, "Pity."

Screaming. Someone was screaming in my ears. Please don’t. Please don’t.

Then she put the blade to Soren’s mark. "I’ve always wanted to tear this off you."

White-hot pain exploded through my neck. I couldn’t even scream. Blood poured down my chest, into the black lace, and she started to flay the skin off.

I wanted to die.

Soren jerked like he’d been the one cut.

"You know, the first time he called me malyshka, I felt special. This is for taking him from me."

Jericho stopped breathing under me. I didn’t want to see anymore. And yet, the memory continued, dragging them into every crevice of my mind I’d kept them hidden.

"And this is because I hate your stupid face."

I didn’t want to go there. I didn’t think I could survive another one of those without breaking all over again. But he came, like always. Lyon. To find the broken pieces of me there was, always trying to save me.

The world tilted. Open air. Then his hand catching my dress, nearly ripping me in half, brown eyes like Jenny’s, blood on his face.

"I’ve got you--fuck. Hold on, Mace."

Tessa behind him.

The first slash across his back. His whole body jerked. He didn’t let go. The second. The third. The fourth. The fifth. The sixth. I didn’t want to watch, but I couldn’t close my eyes.

Tessa laughed, planted her feet on his back, and shoved. "Die with her."

We dropped. "Close your eyes, Bright Eyes. It’ll all be over soon."

I didn’t know who I was talking to. Them. Tessa. The rogues. My Lycan. Or the memories.

Quinlan

But tonight, I only felt rage. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

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