Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38: 38. A Dying Fish

Grueling training began the next morning by six a.m.

It was Sunday, and I was supposed to have the weekends to myself, but for some reason, during his trip to Court, something occurred that changed Soren’s mind, pushing him into a state of urgency. And in addition to that, a shitty mood.

"Use your fucking legs, Adams," he snarled at me when we crested yet another mile and I was seriously dragging behind. For obvious reasons being that he was a damned Lycan and there was no way in hell that I would ever be able to keep up with him.

My lungs were burning and my vision swam as I tried to suck in a deep breath and failed.

At some point, my body couldn’t handle the speed at which he ran and I lurched, throwing up into the shrubs.

Soren stood off to the side, his face twisted with disgust. "Pathetic."

It was no better with Mercer.

Joining him in the private gym, I was subjected to several forms of torture, ranging from climbing high walls without hand or footholds, lifting weights that were taller than I was, leaping from high points, wrung to wrung, simulating the experience of leaping from tree branch to tree branch in a run.

I was exceptionally woeful, and often ended up on the floor, panting raggedly with my mouth stuck open like a dying fish.

Mercer stood over me with folded arms, his mouth curled into a sneer. "I have no faith that you’ll survive. I just wish I didn’t have the burden of keeping a miserable thing like you alive."

Anger twisted in my gut, and when he announced that we had to spar, I was more than thrilled at the idea of punching his fucking teeth out.

But I was way in over my head.

I realized then that whatever had happened back at school that day during Combat class had been a fluke. And Mercer had been holding back.

He gave me a head start, just to mock me.

He was faster, and I ended up losing my cool everytime he swerved and ducked and tackled me effortlessly and efficiently, I felt my throat close up from sheer humiliation.

His face was inches away from mine on the mat, my hands trapped above my head. His voice had the same unhinged quality to it that his eyes did. "You know what I think, Adams?" His nose brushed mine. "I think Soren never should’ve brought you here. You should’ve continued to serve for the rest of your life in that pack because you will always belong beneath. What use is a wolf who cannot fight for herself? Even if you survived the shift, nothing about you would’ve changed then. Well, save for sexual compatibility. And even then, no one would choose a Lycan with no sense of self worth. Save for the aim of making you a fuck toy."

My ears began ringing.

When he let me go, I should’ve kept my mouth shut. I should’ve been used to Mercer’s antics. Angry Mercer who never had anything good to say. His cruel mouth that was as much a weapon as his body.

But I was quite frankly tired of being spoken down to and insulted.

He’d just pulled away turned his back to me when I opened my big mouth. "And you want to know what I think about you, Mercer?" His back stiffened, but I didn’t stop. "I think you’re an ass who likes to call everyone miserable to overcompensate for the fact that he is really the miserable one."

He whirled. "You don’t know a single thing about me, so I suggest you shut the fuck up."

I smiled, fully accepting that I had a death sentence. "Maybe not, but I do recognize the symptoms enough to guess what your sob story is. Let me guess, your mother never held you? Did she never give you the attention and love you so badly crave and that’s why you feel the need to make everyone around you feel like they’re worthless? Or maybe you’re a bitter little boy who hates how ugly and empty he is on the inside."

Mercer’s eyes went black. All the anger drained out of me, replaced with fear.

And the only warning I had before he came lunging for me was his order, "Take your stance."

I barely had my hand up in time to block before his blow landed. It was ruthless and brutal, and I might have blocked the first, second and third hit—just barely—but I wasn’t fast enough to avoid the fourth.

And I ended up getting punched in my left eye.

He halted then, eyes bleeding from black to the green, and then something akin to horror shone in them. And he stumbled back a step and simply vanished.

I simply remained there in the gym, trying to hold back my tears.

My lips parted. "Mercer is a Prince?"

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