Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! Chapter 65. Late Night Shenanigans I

Maisie

I woke up with a pounding headache and I glanced about the bedroom, brows furrowing as I tried to recall how I ended up back here.

I was in my pajamas, tucked into bed, and when I moved my wrist, it felt fine.

Had I dreamt up the entire thing?

My bedroom door creaked quietly and I watched Corazon try to sneak in with bowl of what slled like broth. When she turned and found staring, she jumped right out of her skin. "Don’t scare like that, Mason!"

Ignoring her, I pushed the sheets back. "What happened?"

"Well, Master Quinlan brought you back—"

"And is he alright? What about rcer? Soren? Jericho?"

She wouldn’t et my gaze for so reason. "They’ve had worse days. They’ll be fine." She chewed the inside of her cheek. "Master Soren and rcer had it worse, but they’re probably sleeping it off—"

My body was instantly moving.

"Mason, wait. You forgot your slippers—"

I just had to check that they were alright. The pang of worry and anxiety I felt in my chest... I just had to get rid of it. It was the least I owed them for nearly getting them killed anyway.

Excuses, Maisie. Excuses.

Okay, well. Maybe I had questions, too. Like what Kisten Hunt was talking about. And if Soren had any idea what he’d ant by handing over with a trunk full of gold to Alpha Hayes. I an, ’violet eyed freak’ seed a little too specific, didn’t it?

Now that I’d slept off the effect of the drugs, my mind was whirling. Had Kisten Hunt simply been mad, spinning tales out of the common knowledge everyone knew about , or was there a grain of truth there? And... ? A powerful hybrid?

Bah.

I think I would know if I had Lycan blood in all these years.

I was halfway to the mansion when I realized I wasn’t allowed back here until working hours.

It was Tessa’s orders—I made a face at the thought—and while everything in roiled at the thought of ’obeying’ that, I didn’t trust her not to do sothing more unhinged than the last ti if she found sneaking around the house past midnight.

I began walking back when a crazy idea sparked in my mind.

I shook my head, dismissing it as pure insanity. Even if I did manage to climb up that height onto the balcony without falling to my death, I wasn’t crazy enough to do that for a man.

Or n.

I started walking back. Stopped walking. Looked over my shoulder as sothing in my chest pulled at .

Shit.

I ran around the house, cackling at my own stupidity. Yes, Maisie. Totally go climbing walls like a damned monkey for n who still won’t pick you.

My feet halted in the grass wet with morning dew outside rcer’s window. My fingers twitched nervously as I tried to talk myself into why I had to do this.

He took a bullet for . He stayed back to fight off those n so I could get away. He killed for . I’m just being a good human being—good Lycan—transitioning Lycan—Ugh, shut up, Maisie.

I chewed on my bottom lip, nerves unraveling in my stomach as I asured the distance. It’s just like agility training. I can totally do this.

Shuffling a few steps backwards, I halted, exhaled, then took a running leap at the balcony railing outside rcer’s bedroom.

I missed it by a few inches and plumted to the ground with a silent scream. My buttocks hit the grass and I scowled, scratching my ass.

I tried again, taking even more steps back this ti, before leaping again.

My left hand caught on to the edge of the railing and I hung from there like a freaking ninja, giggling softly at the achievent as I caught my breath.

I lifted my other hand to the window, adjusted my weight and began pulling myself up.

I had just managed to heft myself up to my torso when I heard a soft, feminine sigh.

My head jerked up. And I froze.

rcer... was absolutely fine.

In fact, he was doing so well that he had Tessa pressed up against the ceiling to floor windows, her legs wrapped around his waist, fingers running through his silky hair as he pushed into her.

My mouth went dry and got filled with what tasted like an entire cup of bitterness. Add a sprinkle of li juice to it.

Tessa moaned, her head dropping back against the glass as she moved with a flexibility that I knew I didn’t even co close to, her lithe body riding up and down his length.

I hated both of them. And I hated myself more for my skin buzzing to life as I watched her hands run over his chest.

As if sensing my stare, rcer glanced up.

And I didn’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t the cold, bitter rage in his green eyes. He almost looked hateful as he slamd into her, over and over in specific, languid strokes.

My nipples tightened under my shirt the longer he stared at , and without taking his eyes off , he brushed her hair off her shoulder and sank his teeth into her neck.

Tessa cried out in a savage moan that went straight between my legs and startled by the bolt of lust mingled with sothing that felt like betrayal, my fingers slipped from the railing.

I fell with a startled yelp, and I scrambled under the awning when Tessa’s voice ca from above, "Did hear that—oh..."

Her moans echoed louder now, as did the sound of her back pounding rhythmically against the glass, loud enough to cover the sound of my clumsy footsteps against the grass as I tried to find my way back to the cottage.

My lips quivered as I walked.

I an, what exactly was I expecting?