Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 187

Chapter 187: 187. Altered

Maisie

Sometime past midnight, I stirred to the heavy weight of an arm slung across my waist and a warm chest pressed against my back. Jericho’s scent wrapped around me and I let out a sleepy sigh, pushing back into him. He was rock hard against my ass and I felt heat stir in the pit of my stomach.

But his deep voice rumbled against my ear, "Sleep, malyshka."

My lashes felt too heavy to keep open anyway.

I had barely dozed before another body slid in against my front, trapping me completely between two very solid, very warm Lycans. Mercer’s arm slid under my neck, his face burying itself in the crook of my shoulder, providing me with more real estate of delicious scents to pull me under. Being mad at them didn’t seem to stop my body from melting into the arrangement.

I drifted off again without meaning to.

When I woke up again, sunlight was filtering through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the massive bed. Mercer’s groan vibrated against my chest as I tried to shift. He only tightened his hold, nuzzling deeper like a giant cat refusing to be moved.

Behind me, Jericho’s breathing was still deep and even, his arm a heavy, possessive band across my stomach. And then there was the silky head currently tucked under my shirt, pressed right against my bare stomach. I glanced down, bewildered, and found a tousle of golden locks peeking out.

I couldn’t help the smile that teased the corners of my mouth.

My eyes drifted across the room until I found the last one.

Soren stood by the window, shirtless, one hand holding a mug of coffee while the other held his phone to his ear. The morning light caught on the sharp lines of his back and shoulders rippling with muscles, turning his skin gold. He looked unfairly good for someone who had probably been awake for hours.

"Tonight," he said quietly into the phone. "We’ll be there. She will, too."

I might have stayed content just watching him if my bladder wasn’t one second away from exploding.

I tried to sit up.

The second I moved, three different sets of arms tightened and Mercer made a low, displeased sound against my neck. Jericho’s arm locked around my waist like a steel band. And Quinlan’s voice sent vibrations through my stomach and down my spine. "No," he mumbled. "Stay."

"I have to pee," I whispered, trying not to laugh.

"Five more minutes," Mercer said in the same second Quinlan muttered, "Hold it in."

I might’ve laughed at his paranoia and told him I was fine, but I didn’t think I was.

I stared at the wound and the glass sticking out of my fist as Soren led me back into the bedroom, settling me down on the couch. It wasn’t healing. It wasn’t slow. Neither was the blood clotting. Not even after Soren pulling out the glass did it stop bleeding. Not even when I’d been an Omega in the Night Shade pack did I ever experience something like this.

Like my biology had been altered. Halted.

"I’ll go grab the first aid kit..." Soren was saying. Then he tracked off. The room fell silent. Because the only time any one needed a first aid kit around here was when ash and silver got involved.

Soren gripped my shoulders, violet eyes going stormy. "We had the kitchen staff sent away because I didn’t trust anyone with you. So how... Did Bastian do something to you yesterday?

I frowned. "Like what? Make me an apple pie with a filling of ash?" I was suddenly irritated all over again, remembering yesterday’s encounter. "Maybe ask him, since you’re all buddy-buddy right now."

Soren blinked, but before he could speak, Jericho stormed forward, yanking my wrist out of Soren’s, and he licked the blood running off my fingertips. And I knew before he spoke what the answer would be, considering if there was something wrong, they would have detected it in the last several days of sex and love bites. "Her blood is clean. What the fuck is happening?"

"I’ll send for Memah," Mercer said. "In the meantime, walk us through everything you did yesterday."