Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 83

Chapter 83: 83. Duel IV

Maisie

I heard her triumphant laughter as I slammed back into my body. My spine arched around a gasp as power flooded into me like a dam had broken.

It was raw and I felt us become something new. More. Better.

I must’ve been gone for mere seconds because when I resurfaced, Tessa was still on top of me and my face snapped sideways, blood spraying from my split lip as her fist connected with my cheekbone.

I blinked once, and my hands came up. My broken arm twitched violently. Then, with a sickening crack, the bones realigned themselves at impossible speed.

In time to wrap my fingers around her slender neck.

The triumphant light in her eyes sputtered and died, replaced with confusion. The call for my blood in the crowd fell silent. I could hear the wind, could smell the charring smoke of burning wood, the sweat, the lust, the blood. I could see Tessa’s aura, the silver halo around her body.

I stood, my gaze lowering to my body as I took note of how badly she had hurt me. My foot righted itself. My neck arched and cracked. My jaw shifted. My nose straightened.

Tessa was dangling by her neck, claws raking into my fingers as I held her above ground, barely paying any attention to her as she wheezed and sputtered. "What... is... wrong with you?"

I raised my gaze to hers. And I caught my reflection in her glassy obsidian gaze.

Where my eyes should have been pitch black like hers, like every other Lycan in this gathering, they were red.

Fascinating, I thought, tilting my head as I watched Tessa squirm uselessly in my grasp, choking and clawing as my fingers squeezed harder, crushing her neck.

Fur began to sprout of out her skin as she began to shift, the reek of fear leaking out of her.

She was scared of me. I hadn’t even touched her yet.

My Lycan purred in delight, and before she could finish her transformation, I hefted her up and slammed her into the earth.

She cried out, twisting and kicking to dislodge my grip. She lashed out and flung a handful of dust in my eyes and it stung, momentarily obscuring my vision.

And the second I let her go, a silver furred beast sprang up in place of her and pounced on me.

She was massive and easily thrice my weight, and when her powerful body slammed into mine, it was with the force of a falling boulder.

The sheer weight drove the air from my lungs as we crashed to the ground. For a heartbeat, I was pinned beneath her, her massive paws crushing my shoulders into the earth, her hot breath and dripping fangs inches from my face.

I might’ve panicked before.

But I knew the fight was still mine. I knew her shifting didn’t change the outcome or the fact that I was going to kill her.

I locked my arms around her thick, muscular neck. My fingers dug into fur and corded sinew. Then, with impossible strength, I twisted and flung Tessa off me.

She landed on her side and scrambled up swiftly.

I was already there.

Moving was strange. I merely had to think that I wanted to be in front of her and I already was.

Again, my Lycan growled behind my eyes.

I listened.

Tessa charged low and I slipped sideways, drove both hands down across the back of her neck like a hammer and she smashed face-first into the dust. The impact cracked the earth.

She roared and bayed, rising in seconds, and she charged again. I dropped lower, drove up under her center, and flipped her clean over me. She crashed onto her back. I was on her throat before she bounced.

Claws stretched out of my fingers and I slashed her throat.

Blood splayed across my face and I raised my hand to repeat it, but she curved suddenly, taking the blow with her forearm instead, protecting her neck.

Her claws raked arms. Pain was secondary to the ecstasy I felt.

Her maws opened to rip me in half, and I punched her muzzle, slamming her down into the ground.

She shook her head and tried to rise. I slammed her down.

She tried again. I slammed her harder.

The third time was slower. She was heaving, bleeding, backing away from me. I didn’t understand. It was almost too easy.

She wasn’t fighting back hard enough. No. She wasn’t strong enough to be a fitting match for me. I didn’t even need to shift to tear her down. "Pathetic," I spat, throwing her words back in her face.

She snarled and pushed back once more.

More, my Lycan demanded.

"Break!"

"BREAK!"

"May. It’s enough. You won," Soren said against my ear, holding me against his chest as I fought. "It’s okay. It’s okay."

Terrifying.

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