Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298: 298. Rat Fight II

Maisie

Quinlan took another sudden turn down a narrow alleyway, plunging us into a dead end walled off by a towering, windowless fence that reached so high it swallowed the sky whole.

It looked completely abandoned and dilapidated, and I was on the verge of asking him if he truly didn’t have plans on kidnapping me when he tapped the horn twice.

The sound echoed off the alley walls. Then, the fence parted at the seam.

A hulking bouncer stepped out from a concealed side door and my brows lifted. Impressive.

His face was a patchwork of jagged scars, and though his eyes were hidden behind pitch-black sunglasses, I felt his heavy gaze drag slowly over my skin.

His thin lips parted, his voice a gravelly rasp. "Code?"

Quinlan leaned his elbow out the window, a dark, dangerous smirk playing on his lips. "Bunnies."

I hid my surprise at that.

The bouncer didn’t return Quinlan’s smile as he stepped back, murmuring into a wrist comm.

A heavy, metallic groan resounded ahead, and a concealed door began to rise, revealing a cavernous garage glowing with the slick gleam of high-end cars tucked into the shadows.

As the convertible rolled past the entrance, the heavy door slammed shut behind us, locking out the world.

A heavy bass beat thrummed through the tires, rattling my bones, and I was willing to bet the fighting dens were underground.

My eyes widened as the headlight swept over the dark corners of the garage. To my left, a stark-naked human woman was bent over the hood of a matte-black sports car, her spine arched at an impossible angle as a towering werewolf gripped her hair, pulling her head back so hard her throat was exposed while he slammed into her from behind.

I tore my gaze away swiftly and Quinlan chuckled like he could see the blush tainting my cheeks through the darkness.

I forced my gaze ahead and even then, it didn’t spare me. Everywhere I looked was a different kind of chaos.

Two wolves were tearing into each other, while a small crowd cheered, exchanging crumpled stacks of cash. In another, a half naked woman was snorting a thick white line off the thigh of a guard whose hand was buried deep between her legs.

It was a cesspool of... depravities. And while I had seen worse, it was still shocking because I had grown up in Ashbourne and I’d never seen or even known a place like this existed.

"Mercer’s h-here?" I stammered, unable to wrap my mind around... why.

"Oh, the real show’s underground," Quinlan said, not bothering with the standard parking lanes. He cut the wheel, gliding smoothly into a broad, velvet-roped reserved space near the underground access point.

"He’s been eluding us for a while, making it impossible to track him down, even with the bond," he finally explained, putting me out of my misery. "But we received a slip that he may or may not be slotted in for today’s fight. Knowing him, it’s worth taking a look."

"Knowing him?!" I echoed.

The engine died, taking with it the headlight, plunging us into the neon red glow of the garage’s emergency strips.

"We each have our different ways of handling guilt and pain."

Oh.

He leaned back in his seat, the red light catching the beautiful line of his jaw. "Soren busies himself with finding solutions. He calculates, he pushes things around"--I thought he meant manipulated--"he fixes them. Jericho drowns in it, letting it consume him until he can pick himself up and bulldozes his way back out.

He didn’t mention how he handled his. "Mercer..." He murmured. "Mercer likes to find a suitable atonement."

My insides twisted. "Atonement?"

He reached into the back seat, pulling out a leather jacket. "Depends on his twisted scale. You can never be too sure. But he almost always gets his ass beaten. If I didn’t know better, I’d think masochism was his turn on. Tonight’s a little peculiar, though."

He got out the car and tsked in disapproval when I tried to get the door myself.

"How so?" I asked when he helped me out of the car and draped his leather jacket over my shoulder.

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