Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: 66. Late Night Shenanigans II

Maisie

Actually, I knew what I was expecting. After threatening to murder Lyon because I made out with him, I didn’t expect to see him pounding into another woman. On the same night!

There it was again. That stupid ache in my chest.

I was beginning to consider getting a knife to cut out my heart when I smacked into a wall that had appeared out of nowhere.

Pain exploded up my nose and I grimaced, taking a step back. And I found a shirtless Soren peering down at me.

His eyes narrowed as he glanced at where I was coming from. "Why are you out this late at night?"

A flush ran up my neck. "I was, uh, getting fresh air."

"Fresh air," he echoed. "Outside Mercer’s window."

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yes. Fresh air. Mercer’s window apparently has the best h oxygen in the entire mansion. Very crisp. Five stars. Would totally recommend—"

He shook his head and began walking away from me like he couldn’t be bothered to hear the nonsense I was spewing.

Moonlight filtered through the trees and caught on his skin. I stifled a gasp.

He was covered in gashes, deep, ugly cuts still oozing blood across his back and shoulders. One particularly vicious wound on his torso looked like it had something metallic embedded in it.

My feet moved before my brain could catch up.

I reached out, my fingers lightly trailing down his bare back, tears stinging my eyes. His skin was fever-hot beneath my touch.

"You’re still hurt," I whispered.

Soren went rigid. For a single heartbeat, he let me trace my fingers along the skin. And a faint shudder rolled through his powerful frame, accompanied by a soft... purr.

Then he recoiled like I’d burned him.

"Don’t touch me," he snapped, voice cold and sharp.

He started walking again, faster this time, heading into the mansion. I hesitated for a moment before following him.

"Why haven’t you healed yet?" I asked. "You’re supposed to heal fast—"

"I haven’t had time to get the ash bullet out yet," he grunted without slowing down.

I walked a little faster and under the light, I saw the bullet stuck in his torso. I started to speak, but he waved me off. "Not now, Adams."

He slipped past the foyer and into the kitchen, yanking the fridge open to grab a bottle of water.

"Soren."

"What?" he snapped, and whatever soft "thank you for saving my life tonight" shriveled up and died on my tongue. He looked irritated by me. Maybe even disgusted by my presence.

His nostrils flared and his eyes glowed. "Don’t you dare group me with barbarians. I’m not in the business of raping unwilling women."

The unwilling was a barb at me and it hit precisely where he wanted it to. Because I hadn’t been unwilling when I came all over his fingers.

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