Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 286

Chapter 286: 286. Trial IV

Maisie

The Council’s Court was an enormous brownstone building at the edge of the Night Shade territory, bordering the safer edges of the White Moon pack.

And it was teeming with reporters.

They fled for the cars ahead and behind us, unsure which I was coming out of, and when they realized the first, second and third SUVs were mainly guards and my mates, they began racing for ours.

I flinched back as they hit my door like a pack of zombies, their mics hitting against the glass, hungry for their next headlines.

Juliette moved far from the window of the seat ahead of me when another mic cracked against the glass. "Didn’t know they would be so... enthusiastic," she said, a tremor entering her voice.

Panic tightened across my chest. I’d never been great at handling this level of attention.

The guards surrounded the car, pushing aside the crowd, and they parted, tripping over themselves to get away from my growling Lycan mates.

Soren arrived first, pulling the door open.

Cameras flashed in my face, temporarily blinding me, and I was knocked off balance by the sudden swell of noise.

"Did you order the rogues into Night Shade territory?"

"Did Lyon discover you were working with the rogues? Is that why you killed him?"

"There was a rough estimate of fifty dead in the Night Shade pack. Did you plan for a higher kill count?"

"Where is Margaret Hunt? Did she help you escape?"

"Did your mates know what you were doing? Did they help you escape?"

The lace chaffed against my skin and nausea rolled in my gut. My breaths had become labored.

Quinlan blocked their view of me, his hand bracing the car’s edge above my head, while Jericho extended his hand to me like a life line.

I didn’t realize how badly shaken I was until my trembling fingers closed over his steady ones. I was soon surrounded and shielded by them, huddled side by side with Juliette as Soren urged me up the stairs with a hand on my back, while Jericho released a deep, furious growl that had the reporters stumbling out of his reach.

We had just reached the top of the stairs when someone shouted from behind, "Did you know abortion is forbidden under Lycan law?"

I halted so fast, I might have lost my footing if Jericho wasn’t holding my hand.

My head whipped back, and even the other reporters fell silent, glancing at the one who had said that, considering it wasn’t general public knowledge. Yet.

The reporter was no reporter.

The crowd parted to reveal Tessa Graham.

Soren went still. Jerichos fingers around mine tightened. The sharp scent of murderous rage drifted from Quinlan. And Juliette took a step forward, as if she too needed to shield me from the silver haired demon.

Tessa sauntered over, her mouth coated in dark red lipstick lifting at the corners.

A small black hat sat crooked over her slicked-back bun, a veil of netting falling across the upper half of her face. Her grey eyes found mine immediately through it.

"Which of your mates fathered the child?" she purred, her voice carrying effortlessly over the crowd.

The flashes went wild.

Tessa climbed another step, black heels clicking against concrete. White fur slid over her bare shoulders and her black gown split almost to her hip when she walked, a pale thigh appearing and disappearing with every movement.

She had dressed up for this, for the cameras, for my sentencing. My apparent doom.

A handful of guards flanked her, their hands going for their weapons as though they could tell shit was about to go down.

Tessa reached the top stair and stopped. Then she turned slightly and looked straight at me. "Have your mates forgiven you for killing their child?"

Deep breaths, I thought as my insides twisted with something vengeful and cruel. I began counting from seventy nine in even numbers backwards.

I had to stay calm.

Alden had spoken over and over, explaining to me why it was important I didn’t show any signs of anger today. It wouldn’t help if I lost control.

I had to stay calm--

The reporters screamed. Tessa’s guards stepped in front of her, ready to block a blow that was highly likely to kill them, but Soren got in the middle of them, catching Jericho’s arm and holding him back. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Calm? Fuck that. I was going to kill her. I would never get a better chance to--

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