DNF 80%. The stilted writing style ensured that there was not one moment where I found myself fully immersed in the story or finding any semblance of enjoyment.
With so many instances of things going unsaid by the author, only to be mentioned later as if it was something innately known, it forces the reader to scramble their initial memory of the conjured event by making us to first imagine a poorly written scene, then later be convinced to picture what should have been described in the first place.
It’s as if we’re expected to be able to read the authors mind, but if it’s anything like the scattered mess of a storyline, we wouldn’t want to.
It’s not intentional miscommunication or a fun purposeful curiosity, it’s laziness.
Everything is done out of order, as well. She confronts the guys before ever finding her room at the school and despite warnings to avoid them that are later mentioned, regardless of being the first time we are hearing of these warnings. We only kind of get why later, but it’s one of the first red flags of strange.
She decides to stand up to them upon first meeting, taking one down in a fight with three months of training under her belt VS. the decade she spent being tortured while living in a cage underground. Sure.
They tell her they’ve decided she’s their fated mate before they even learn her first name, yet guard innocuous secrets until they can trust her enough to know them. ???
The human father figure guy (?) as far as I knew, that has been protecting her lately is suddenly a man of importance at this school, and is a wolf? But she can see people’s animals, so how didn’t she know he had one? If he’s changed from the admittedly cool but awkwardly written first scene, why is that just, like, a Tuesday to these people? Whatever.
“You successfully evaded the Alphas your first night here,” he tells her with pride. ??? She ran away from them like a child in response to a minor miscommunication & slept in the library? I think? It was another thing belatedly mentioned and unclear. But if her protectors couldn’t find her in an open alcove all night, then I’m not seeing how they’re all that great to begin with.
I read a lot of reverse harems, but this is the first time I’ve struggled remembering who each guy is based off name alone. They all pretty much have the same personality, which defeats the purpose of the multifaceted group filling the holes her broken pieces left behind (and the other ones, too).
The conversations and responses don’t make sense sometimes, like something else was written before and they just never fixed the response to match.
She’s somehow intuitive and able to understand the complexities of the guys and their hidden insecurities when her only companions her whole life have been undead ferrets, electrified bars of a cage, and a parade of psychopaths.
There are moments of bravado where she’s like *batman voice* “I am death,” as she puts people in their place, but then she’s a complete loser any other time.
There’s just so much potential behind the painful laziness that my headache is the only thing I’m willingly taking away from this.