Greymoor Academy: I Accidentally Bonded With Four Lycan Royals!

Chapter 231: 231. Resistant

Maisie

I had just made it past the stairs when I caught the sound of something hurtling for the back of my head. I could’ve ducked if I wanted to. But I didn’t. I kept walking, and when it hit me hard enough that I knew if I weren’t wearing my hat, I’d be bleeding, I stopped.

The stone fell to the ground by my feet.

I dropped the box and lowered into a crouch, picking up the stone. And when I rose, turning around, I saw Claire standing off to the side with a group of her friends.

”Oops,” she drawled loud enough for everyone to hear, feigning a pout as she blinked her faux lashes. ”I was aiming for the trash. Must have aimed for a different dumpster. You know, the cheap whoring cum-dumpster kind? Yeah, that one.”

Maisie nine months back would’ve ignored her.

But I wasn’t that person anymore.

I barely registered the sentries taking out their weapons as I closed the distance between Claire and I in under a second, even if I had their fancy collar on.

”How’s Corabelle doing these days?” I asked flippantly. A hush fell over the hallways and all the color drained from Claire’s face as I continued, ”Does your sister still take the east trails home from combat every Thursday? Alone?” I tilted my head. ”Today’s Thursday, isn’t it?”

Claire began to shake, her breaths escaping her in hushed gasps.

I smiled sweetly at her. ”It would be a shame if something happened to her on that trail. People disappear so easily these days, you know?”

Then I raised the stone. ”She could trip over a few stones... or fall over a cliff.” Then I tsked. ”It would be one nasty fall.”

Collective gasps ran down the hallway as the meaning of my words sank in, and when I reached for Claire’s wrist, she let out a frightened yelp. ”Here. You dropped something.”

When I walked away, everyone in the hallways gave me a wild berth. No one spoke. Even the sentries who had been shoving me seconds ago didn’t lay a single hand on me. I prowled down the hallway with my head high like the murderess I was supposed to be.

I hadn’t returned to be bullied. Yes. Returned.

I wondered if it would ever cross Soren’s mind. How it had been near impossible to capture me in the last nine months. How easy this capture had been.

Sure, Mercer’s naked body had been a suitable distraction, enough to lower my guard, but I was almost offended they hadn’t figured it out yet.

I could never go back.

Didn’t mean I couldn’t let myself get caught and dragged back, while putting in enough effort to make it look like I didn’t want to. For the sake of Her Majesty’s spies, of course.

It hadn’t even been difficult to play the part. Thinking of the repercussions was more than enough reason to make it look like I hadn’t been the one who leaked my location in the first place.

Like I hadn’t been the one stalling during the attack in Utah. Like I hadn’t heard the conversation and known someone was finally coming. Like I hadn’t let Mercer run his fingers up my back and drug me.

Vengeance came at a price I wasn’t willing to pay. Not with their lives. No. Because the price had already been paid in blood, and they owed me their lives. And I would burn down everything they knew, they loved as I drowned them in it.

Slowly but surely, I would have it.

I let the sentries take me to the top floor. The key card pinged and the door slid to the side. I stepped inside cautiously and the door clicked shut behind me.

I dropped the box on the nearest table and began walking through the room. It was rumored that my mates had been assigned to this room at some point in their first years, before they moved to their mansion in Cresthill. It was slightly larger than Regina’s, with more tasteful furniture, but other than that, it was bare. Mostly. There was a Quarterback’s sweater hanging out one of the dressers.

I walked over, pulled it out and sniffed.

It was Quinlan’s. It had probably been ages since he last put it on. But it didn’t matter. I pressed my face deeper into it, allowing myself this one moment of weakness.

Then I dropped it in the trash.

And took the farthest corner of the room from the door and sat on the floor, glossing over the bedroom one more time.

There were no cameras. Richie had said Soren promised some privacy within the bedroom. No one would be spying on me while I was sleeping naked or anything. According to him, it was nothing a criminal like me deserved.

Good.

I reached up into my hair and pulled out a hair pin. A knife would’ve been better but I was sure there was none here, the same way Mercer had stripped me of my weapons while I had been knocked out. The pin would have to do.

And then, I stabbed into the center of my wrist until the hair pin sank into my skin and drew blood.

Then, I drew a circle.

I felt the air on my skin rise when I closed it. And a grin lifted on my lips as I watched the wound on my palm close up so rapidly, it healed in a blink. The collar didn’t react, just like I had predicted. And even if I were to begin using all of my Lycan strength to smash through every wall in this building, it still wouldn’t react.

I had Tessa to thank for that.

It wasn’t just my child and my friend she took from me. She took away my weakness. My Achilles heel.

I bet she had no idea drugging me with that much ash would have a different kind of effect on me. It took me months to find out that I didn’t just survive that night. I didn’t just survive being paralyzed.

Trying to train my body had led me to trying out mithridatism. Gruer thought I was insane, but I knew if I were to ever return, I had to get rid of everything that made me weak.

And it was then I discovered my body had changed. For the lack of it, it had adapted.

I had become resistant to ash. I couldn’t be hurt or killed with it.

Without realizing it, Tessa and the Queen had made me invulnerable.

I exhaled and called into the circle, ”Philip Matthais Gruer.”