Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84: 84. Transitioning I

Maisie

A sigh slipped from my lips as my lashes fluttered open.

The black bedpost loomed above me, annoyingly familiar. Dark sheets hugged my skin, carrying a rich, masculine scent that made my nose twitch. I tried to move, but my limbs felt like overcooked spaghetti.

Sunlight poured through tall windows. One glance outside and my stomach dropped. Waterfall.

I was back at the mansion.

I went to shield my eyes and—clink. My left hand wouldn’t budge. Neither would the right.

Frowning, I looked up. Thick steel cuffs locked both wrists to the headboard.

What in the actual hell?

I started yanking like a lunatic, adrenaline flooding my system, and then, the sheets slid down. I was completely naked underneath.

"Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me."

My Lycan was purring insane things into my skull. I swore she was muttering the recipes for a strawberry shortcake. Or maybe I was just losing my mind.

Ignoring her, I yanked harder. The steel didn’t even creak. Panic twisted in my gut.

Where was I? This wasn’t any bedroom I’d seen before. The room was almost empty, save for this ridiculous bed big enough to host an orgy for twenty.

The last thing I remembered was being pressed against Quinlan’s chest... and that blinding pain.

"Hello?!" I shouted, wrists already raw.

Silence.

Anger flared hot in my chest. "Quinlan! Soren! If this is your idea of a joke, I don’t appreciate it!"

More silence.

"Let me out of here!" I shrieked, twisting around, just so I could press my feet against the headboard and propel myself with enough force to break the cuffs.

But of course, it didn’t work. What the hell kind of steel was this? Adamantine?

The doorknob turned softly. I twisted around just as a girl peeked inside.

She had enormous cerulean eyes that widened like saucers when she saw me. A frightened squeak escaped her, and she immediately ducked behind the door.

...Cute. Break her neck later, my Lycan suggested helpfully.

"Hello?" I called. My voice came out raspy and low, almost sultry. Weird.

Her head popped back out. She was stunning in a dainty, storybook-princess way. Wild roses were woven into her blonde hair and she was wearing an ethereal pink Regency-style dress that looked like it had wandered out of a fairy tale.

Her scent screamed hybrid.

And there was something startlingly disarming about her. Her eyes were more open than anyone else’s. She was around my age, if an year older, but it was like looking in the eyes of a new born.

There was such pure, untainted light in her, and the warmth that came from her brushed up against me, making me feel warm, too. Safe.

"Who are you?" I asked.

She blinked slowly, long lashes brushing her cheeks. "Juliette. Mama call me Julie. Everyone call me Julie." Her accent was thick, words tumbling out like she was still assembling them in her head.

"I’m Maisie." I rattled the cuffs. "Please tell me you can get me out of these."

Juliette chewed her bottom lip, glancing nervously down the hallway. "Not... supposed to."

Of course not.

"Okay... can you get someone who is supposed to?"

She shook her head. "I tell my brother... woman no like chains. Tied up." Then she gave me a bright, guileless smile. "But he say... you safer like this. You keep hurting self. Your Lycan... very wild." She paused, searching for words. "I sorry. English... not very good yet. I only start learning last month."

First, I thought that was extremely impressive. Second... "Your brother told you I was better off chained up?" I asked, incredulous.

She nodded eagerly and finally stepped inside, fidgeting with a ring on her thumb. "Don’t be mad. Quinlan is nicest man. Best man. He never hurt you."

I blinked. "I didn’t know Quinlan had a sister.

I flashed her a bright smile. "Sure, if you get me out of these, we’ll be best of friends." Right after I murder your brother.

Finally.

Lust.

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