Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: 71. Crashing The Wedding I

Maisie

The Lycan Queen left me over an hour ago.

But not before assigning six guards to the bedroom I was being confined to.

"Do not get it into your head that you can escape from here, wolf. My pavilions are the most heavily guarded within the castle. Even if you did make it out of this room, you wouldn’t step five feet out of here before you were dragged back. But you may very well try. It’s been a long time yet since I have been entertained."

I had done precisely that.

In the last hour, I had tried to run, jump out the damned window, break off the bathroom window, brought down a vase against the guard’s head.

My attempts at trying to flee only got me exactly four feet outside the bedroom before I was brought back inside, and a chain was clamped around my ankle.

Like I was some kind of animal.

I paced the length of the bedroom, pulling out my hair in frustration, rage and absolute despair as I drowned in panic, reality finally sinking in.

I can’t get out. Can’t get out... can’t leave... can’t runaway... I’m going to be...

The word made me so sick, I rushed over to the bathroom and puked into the sink, tears spilling down my cheeks as the chain around my ankle jingled.

I had eaten nothing all day, so it was only a dry heave. I slid down onto the bathroom floor and began trying to pry off the chain. But the lock was really a clasp and it was made of ash and silver.

And when my fingers made contact with it, it burned my skin like acid.

A wrecked sob escaped me as the Queen’s words echoed in my mind. "I can smell the transition on you. It is close. Two days, give or take. But I will need you to be at full strength tonight, lest you died half-way through the night. Consider this my gift to you. I will induce your transition, to make it easier to take the knots. Do not look so glum. Many ordinary women would trade places with you in a heart beat to take part in the Orgia. If it is the Princes you prefer, I will ensure they get their turn. After everyone else has."

She was asking me to be glad that I was going to be gang-raped.

I lurched again for the sink, trembling so hard, I could barely remain on my feet. Cold sweat broke all over my skin and my skin clattered.

I began to pray. I didn’t know how to, but I crawled back to the bedroom, held my fists together and began to pray to whichever god was listening, because I was sure the Moon Goddess had to have despised me.

The door opened.

A woman in a light blue dress stepped inside. She was a slight human with big grey eyes and her hair knotted above her head. Her gaze coasted over to where I knelt and there was such emptiness in her eyes, it chilled me to the bone.

"Draw the bath," she said to no one in particular, but four beautiful, tall women appeared from behind her, heads hung low, all dressed in similar maid fashion. "Pour in the saffron."

Her voice sounded familiar and when she spoke again, I realize she was the one who had been in the room with the Queen when I woke up.

Two maids stood behind her, one holding a box of vials, another with a set of instruments I didn’t recognize.

The woman in blue, Memah, turned around and pulled out a vial from the box that was filled up with a strange blue liquid.

"Drink this," she said to me coldly.

It had to be the fertility draught.

"No," I said.

My breaths came out in loud puffs. I was hyperventilating again. I was going to die.

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