Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 64

Chapter 64: 64. Ambush III

Maisie

(Trigger warning: Almost-rape situation)

Kisten grabbed me from behind and slammed me down onto my stomach in the dirt. His massive body came down on top of me, crushing me into the ground. One huge hand pinned my wrists above my head while the other yanked my hips up, forcing me onto my knees in a mounting position.

Horror flooded me.

"No!" I thrashed wildly.

I twisted, cracking my wrists in a bid to throw dirt and sand into his eyes. He snarled but didn’t stop. I clawed backward, raking my nails across his face, aiming for his eyes. I bit the hand that caught my wrists again, hard enough to draw blood.

Kisten growled, but it was a more husky than angry sound. I felt him thick and heavy, pressed against my entrance through my jeans.

"No!" I cried, pushing, fighting.

"Fight me," he panted, voice thick with lust. "It only makes me want to rut you harder."

He ripped my jeans down in one brutal motion, exposing me to himself. He grunted sound of approval. "Your hips have expanded well enough to carry offspring."

His hips surged forward and my limbs began to lock as I felt the blunt head of him graze my skin, and I understood what was about to happen to me.

Bitter tears ran down my face as I fought the paralysis taking my motor functions bit by bit and struggled.

Why did my life constantly have to be like this? Was I cursed to always find myself at the mercy of every man in my life? What use was there, training all this time if it still didn’t matter in the face of a real predator?

I felt him grip himself behind me, his mouth grazing my neck. "Our females always squirm at first. They do it because they know it makes the rut better. Your body knows who you truly belong to. You’ve gotten me excited enough."

The thick length of him ran up my thigh as he tried to find my entrance while I thrashed desperately. "Now be still and let me take what is mine—"

Something slammed into us from the side, displacing Kisten from me, and a warm hand clasped around my waist, threw me back.

I crashed into the dirt, shaking, sobbing, curling into myself as I held the shreds of my clothes to my chest.

Soren stood over me like death incarnate.

His he’d out his hand in a protective stance and I saw claws. I watched his back curve in and snap. I watched his fancy dress shirt begin to rip as he filled it out. And began to grow. Taller. Broader. Larger.

"Ah. It’s you," I heard Kisten say. "We have to stop running into each other like this, princeling."

"I warned you," Soren said, though his voice came out wrong. It was deeply layered, emitting a resonance that rumbled the ground under my feet. "That I would kill you if you touched what belonged to me."

I heard the icy displeasure in Kisten’s tone. "You are in my territory. The girl was mine first. She is still mine. There are no laws existent in which she will ever be considered yours."

Soren was still growing. He was monstrously larger than Kisten, stretching as far as nine foot, and I understood that this was why it was a sound rule that nobody messed around with a Lycan.

His hair grew thicker and longer, rippling over dense muscle. He spoke again and his voice was still that strange, silent roar. "Why don’t you come a little closer and say that to my face, Cur?"

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