Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98: 98. Mad As Hell

Maisie

I was mad as hell.

I had so many grievances that I didn’t even know where to begin listing them.

I was pissed-off walking. Or rather pissed-off sitting, tangled in crimson silk sheets while my skin reeked like I had been having a sexathon.

And that made me even madder.

Just when I thought my life couldn’t get any worse, it found a way to get crappier.

I didn’t get a choice about any of it. No dating. No flirting. No slow, romantic build-up. Just straight to being screwed senseless by four men who were probably now walking around feeling like their dicks were the hugest, most magnificent and perfect creations under the sun.

Which—I cringed—I vividly remembered telling them a time or too.

Well, maybe several times.

I sat up and glanced around. I was in my old bedroom, but in truth, I was still back there. In that bed downstairs. Chained to the post like an animal. Having sex.

Goddess. I’d had sex with those men.

Raw, filthy, and completely uninhibited sex. I’d done everything a woman could do with a man, with four of them. And I had—I cringed again—worshipped every inch of them.

I was going to die of embarrassment. If the rage and hatred consuming me didn’t kill me first.

I snatched up the sheets, wrapping it around my body as I scrambled for the shower, nausea and disgust and shame roiling in my gut.

My reflection streaked in the mirror but I refused to look at her. I couldn’t stomach it right now because I knew what I would see. A body that was perfect. A face that was perfect. My calves, thighs, arms, stomach was lean, yet toned.

Just how much sex and how many positions did one need to be fucked in to have their body resculpted and remolded? What had we been doing? Constant sexual gymnastics?

How had I changed so much in weeks that I couldn’t recognize myself anymore?

And more importantly, why did I feel so different inside, too? So angry, so wild, so... not Maisie? Had they taken that from me too? Was this what it felt like to lose your innocence?

The shower was scalding hot. I punished my skin, nails digging into my flesh as I tried to scrape them off my body. The skin healed almost immediately. Their scents didn’t leave. The marks on my body gleamed silver, permanent, as if mocking me.

And I hated them. Hated them so much, just looking at the marks made me want to scream and rip out my hair.

They had forced this on me.

After weeks of treating me like garbage. After lying to me. After touching me, kissing me, making me want them, knowing that I would, changing the entire trajectory of my life to fit into theirs. Because they could.

And now, I was doomed. Doomed to forever. Doomed to a crown I didn’t want or ask for. Doomed to life with lying, manipulative pieces of shit.

A tiny cry crawled up my throat. It was more anger than pain.

Freedom.

That was all I had ever wanted. A simple life. A life that belonged to me. One I could be proud of. One where I wasn’t someone’s maid, someone’s reject, someone’s toy, someone’s pawn, someone’s slut. One where I woke up every morning and chose who I wanted to be.

They had taken that from me.

To save my life. Like I ever would’ve been in this shit position, if not for them.

My fury sharpened and turned to steel as I arched underneath the shower.

I was done letting them play deity in my life.

If they thought forcing me into this marriage would keep me here, they were going to learn exactly how wrong they were.

I was Maisie Adams.

And I was going to take my life back.

Even if I had to burn theirs down to do it.

****

The last time we’d all stood in this same spot was months ago. When I had been told for the first time that my life was about to change.

Now, I was pounding my fists into Jericho’s back as he walked all the way back.

He cocked his head. "If I recall correctly, you quite liked that mouth very much when it was between your legs."

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