Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 33

Chapter 33: 33. Welcome Home, Adams.

Maisie

The Lycans were arguing.

It began approximately five minutes after we arrived at their private home in Cresthill.

Mercer looked ready to shatter Soren’s face. Soren looked ready to smash Mercer’s teeth out. Quinn seemed to try to be the diplomatic one between them, but it didn’t take very long before he started yelling, too.

And Jericho...

Jericho happened to be babysitting me in the living room area, watching them with a bored expression.

"Are they fighting because of me?" I asked, watching Soren get in Mercer’s face and whisper something that made the other blanch. And snarl right back.

Oh Goddess. They looked like they wanted to kill each other.

Jericho blinked slowly. I swear the man only had a handful of expressions. "Don’t let it bother you. This is absolutely normal. Soren and Mercer happen to love each other so much, they should really consider getting married."

I stared at him. It took me a full minute to realize he was being sarcastic.

Then Jericho leaned over, pulling out a thick book from a compartment in the center table. He handed it to me. "This will come in handy."

I glanced at the title with arched eyebrows. "You really did it, didn’t you? A handbook for Lycan dummies? Things NOT to do while living with a Lycan." I turned it over. "This is erotic fiction, Jericho." My lips deepened into a frown. "And the female lead has eight... what’s this word over here?"

I pointed at the word that spelt E-R-A-S-T-H-A-I-S. Jericho scooted over and I couldn’t help but notice the scent of his aftershave as he glanced at the page.

His voice had a subtle inflection as he pronounced, "Erasthai. It is Greek for ’intense passion, longing or a love that goes beyond the physical.’ Our ancestors preferred the definition of a ’soulmate’ with whom you’ve got an irresistible, primal, emotional and spiritual connection with."

Oh... wow...

"So, like a werewolf mate?" I asked.

"Close, but not comparable in any way, form or dimension," Jericho said. He nodded towards the book. "It may be fiction, but it holds more accuracy than anything your kind knows about us. Considering it was written by a past Lycan’s lover. The romance is not the point. The point is to learn how to survive living with us. It can be a little overwhelming when you don’t know the rules."

"Rules," I echoed. Then I flipped onto the first page. There were sections. The first was about one third of the book and it was dedicated solely to rules.

My eyes caught the line, "#1, "SCENT IS SACRED. DO NOT CROSS-CONTAMINATE.

Curiously, I jumped to the point. And the next. And the next.

#2, TOUCH ONLY WHEN YOU MEAN IT.

#3, EYE CONTACT HAS LEVELS.

"Huh?" I glanced at Jericho. "All of these are just absurd."

Jericho smiled. It was all sharp teeth and I tried not to flinch. I swear, he scared me more than all four of them put together. "I’d strongly advise you to stick to the absurdities, if you do not want to end up being railed to death by a half crazed Lycan."

My cheeks flushed red at the crude, brutal memo. "Right." I risked a glance at his side profile only to find his gaze intently watching me.

Trying to avoid his gaze, I flipped to a random page and nearly dropped the book.

It was an illustrative sex position between the female lead and how she could sate eight men all at once, and her advice to the readers.

Jericho started laughing. The sound grated on my nerves and I glared at him. "You expect me to learn this, too?"

He shook his head. "Only if you’re curious. However, you’ll only be needing the first section of the book to live with us."

"And you give every non Lycan woman that comes here this?"

Jericho cocked his head at me. "Yes."

No shock there. Of course they had women over all the time. I mean... look at them...

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