Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 62

Chapter 62: 62. Ambushed I

Maisie

I shivered terribly as the seconds trickled by.

The effect of the drugs worsened by the second and it was a fight between the fear of what Mercer would do to Lyon and the rush of excessive heat spreading in my stomach. I had trouble focusing and I was so damned thirsty.

My lips were buzzing when Mercer finally returned a few minutes later. His knuckles were bloodied.

"Where is he?" I demanded, my body spasming.

He paid me no heed, snatching my discarded pants off the ground, handing it to me without even meeting my gaze.

I took it from him, heart racing, and I fumbled around for a bit, trying to put it on. "T-the zipper’s ruined."

His head sliced left and Mercer snarled, like he was currently incapable of communicating with words. Like the only way he was able to let out his frustration was through that pained sound. Black flashed in his eyes and his canines elongated, resembling fangs.

His hands shot out, grabbing my arms, and I stiffened, bracing for the hurt. He spun, slamming me up against the wall.

Mercer exhaled roughly, holding me just so.

"I should fuck you right here, against the wall," he hissed. "Maybe if I impaled you with my cock, everyone would finally understand that this," He cupped me between my legs. "Is mine."

I shoved against his chest. "You don’t get to touch me whenever you feel like it it! You don’t get to claim me, either, just because you can’t take what you’re dishing out. For all your bullshit prestige and talks of treating your women with respect, all you’ve ever done is treat me like dirt."

My voice cracked with emotion. "You are no different from Cole, and I am done! I am done with you, I am done with the four of you and whatever sick game it is you’re playing. I’ll kiss whoever I want, fuck whoever I want, and if I feel like it, I’ll be damned slut. Why? Because it’s my decision. My body. My rules. You do not own me."

His thumb found the corner of my lips and stroked it. "Are you finished?"

I began striking at his chest with fury, but the world suddenly tilted and I was over his shoulder.

"Put me down! I am not going anywhere with you!" I shrieked, slamming my fists into his back—which I hate to admit smells so nice, my insides squeeze.

Trying to heave myself off him proved futile when he threw a heavy arm over my ass, holding me in place.

I pulled at his hair and he chuckled.

I slammed my knees into his stomach, but I might as well have been hitting stone.

Furious tears spilled from my cheeks to wet his chest. "Does Tessa know you’re in the business of abducting unwilling women? Does she know you’re stalking me now? Panting after me like a dog? Does she know what a sadistic, hypocritical bastard you are?"

"Keep talking shit, Adams, and I’ll give you something better to do with that mouth," he said, crossing over the club’s threshold.

I tried not to notice their stares. I also tried not to notice that there was no sign of Lyon anywhere. Or his bike.

Some part of me understood that in the face of Mercer’s rage, a half-breed couldn’t compete. But a small part of me wished he would have... stayed. And fought for me.

The second we stepped out of the club, cold air hit my skin. And I noticed, vaguely, while battling the warmth spreading to my fingertips that Mercer had been walking for a long time.

And his shoes were dusty.

"Let me guess..." My words slurred unintelligibly and I had to blink four times to focus my gaze. "You... were so eager to catch me in the act like a suspecting wife, that you forgot to bring your car?"

Mercer snorted. "We run faster than vehicles, but yes. I was eager. Not sure your little boyfriend noticed just where he was bringing you. There are people in these parts who make it their life’s goal to hunt down Lycans. And sometimes, kill them."

Everything blurred again and shook it off. "You think they’ll take advance payment to kill four men for me?"

His laughter was a little dark as he stepped off the street and into the canopy of trees so dark, it blocked out all the moonlight. "Adams, you don’t have any money—"

Mercer suddenly jerked.

And then, we were falling.

His arms wrapped around me, crushing me into him as we rolled down and down, smashing into tree trunks and rocks, his body taking the brunt of the crash.

Rapid footsteps echoed in the dark and Mercer grunted a, "Fuck," before swinging blindly and catching the edge of a rock before we could both plummet into the sea of sharply pointed rocks below the short cliff.

My pulse pounded and my nerves shot to life as I heard a raging roar split the night air, followed by the snarled order, "Bring them alive. Leave the girl unharmed."

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