Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals! novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: 246. Choices, Or The Lack Of.

Maisie

There was an impressive number of guards and staff running around on the estate’s grounds. More than there had ever been in all my time here. I was of the mind that my ex-mates liked to have their personal space, but clearly, a lot had changed since I was gone.

I had just taken Soren’s hand to help me out of the car when a middle-aged familiar looking woman came out through the doors.

I blinked when rich brown eyes flicked to mine. "Corazon?"

The last time I’d seen the woman was before the wedding, and Soren had fired her soon after as her cover was blown as the Queen’s spy–though, knowing Soren, he had known who she was all along.

Why was she back here?

Her eyes lowered instantly, something close to guilt entering her face, but she returned her gaze to Soren and I thought she seemed more demure than the woman I knew who often whacked the back of my head for no reason. "The doctors are here, sir."

My gaze drifted past Corazon to the open archway and the blood in my veins turned to ice.

There were more than a dozen doctors filling the entrance hall. White coats. Gloves. Cases of equipment. One of them was laying out syringes and vials on a silver tray like this was a... physical examination.

I went rigid in, snatching my hand out of Soren’s. "No," I growled ferally.

Soren only said to Corazon. "Prepare a bath. We’ll be up shortly."

"I am not going anywhere with you!" I yelled, but Corazon was already hurrying up into the mansion.

When Soren turned his violet eyes on me again, there was something predatory in the way he watched me.

"Choices, Adams." He took a step forward, and I took one back, heart leaping with dread. "You taught me a great deal about the importance of them. I’ve given you more than enough of those. Now we do this my way."

His hand closed around my waist.

I tried to push back and my injured knee buckled. Pain lanced up my thigh. I caught myself on the doorframe of the car, breathing hard through my teeth.

"You brought me here for this?" My voice shook with fury. "A full medical team? Without telling me? Who do you think you are–"

"Your mate."

"We are not mates anymore!"

His eyes dropped to my neck. His tongue dragged slowly, sensually over his fangs as he stared pointedly at the spot his mark used to sit.

The look alone felt like a hand closing around my neck. "That can be fixed," he said.

"I don’t–"

"Consent to this?" he finished for me in a darkly amused tone. "We’ve played this game before, Adams. You tell me you don’t want to. I tell you it’s happening anyway. You punch me in the face. And it still happens. Tell me, does constantly defying me count as a twisted form of foreplay for you?" He yanked me into him and I gasped when I felt the hard poke against my thigh. "Because it does for me."

"Come home. I won’t ask questions. I won’t demand anything. Just come home."

"One conversation, Adams."

"Please."

"You’ve lost weight. Are you eating well?"

"This is the last time I’ll ask nicely. Come home or I’ll have you brought to me in chains."

"You really are a cold hearted bitch, aren’t you?"

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