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Love me some rejected mates 😋. U go Avery they’re all assholes. Loved this book 5 stars. Can’t want for the next. This was delightful.


Awareness came and went. Rough but soft hands on my fur. Deep voices whispering to me, then arguing with one another. Cool, smooth scales wrapped around my beast body, holding me gently.

Finally! Obviously she’s a silver tiger like the one form myth but also your mate 😚😋🤭🤭

With a wild swing of my saber, I removed the third Ripper’s head. “That’s the last one!” I shouted.
It was the hardest fight we’d ever had, and the first against real live wraiths.

The reveal is coming.

Thirty seconds before I sat down in my Tuesday morning Folklore class, an email hit my phone.
From: Blackwell, Aiden
To: Baxter, Avery
Subject: Tutoring
Dear Miss Baxter,

Ugh. Can’t wait for the Mc’s beast reveal.

“I wish you’d reconsider,” he said after a minute.
I frowned. “Reconsider what?”
“All of this.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and a golden sheen rolled over his hazel eyes. “It isn’t safe, Killer.

I cannot put it down ❤️

Living for the chill sibling dynamics in this book.

When I finally stumbled my bedraggled ass into the bathroom sometime well after the sun had risen, I was met by Brody, who was wearing only tight boxer briefs as he casually brushed his teeth at Ian’s sink. I should’ve grabbed some sunglasses—that was a lot of bronze skin and toned muscle on display for this early in the morning.

“I know Aiden’s house is over here somewhere,” Clara mused. “This is faculty housing, right?”
I took in the narrow street illuminated by the soft light of the streetlamps and lined with quaint redbrick homes. “I’ve only been going here for, like, a month,” I replied with a shrug. “I’m a transfer.”

I did. They happened every few years, but some were worse than others, depending on how long the totality lasted. Sometimes it was less than ten minutes, but it was the ones that lasted nearly two hours that were the most deadly. Wraiths could escape their realm in overwhelming numbers, and it was during these times that the rare Apex could make an appearance.

This pmo. When male leads man handle fml especially when she’s in the right Oml. Go to hell Wyatt hope fml puts him in his place. If they genuinely let this slide I’m removing a star. Fucking asshole.

Deep breaths. Zen. “Sure.”

That’s just funny.

My brother’s practical reading of the situation was that while a girl like Phoebe was mostly his type (pretty, well-mannered, wolf blood) and kind of my type (pretty, smart, agreeable), she wasn’t Wyatt’s (hot, mouthy, wild), and she sure as hell wasn’t Elijah’s (we’d yet to unlock this mystery).
Or had we?

Bet Mc is a white tiger

I shot him a squinty-eyed glare. “If you’re going to be pissy, you can leave, Blackwell.”
“Hmm, yes,” Dr. Lee said absently as he worked. “I’m not sure why you’re in here, Mr. Blackwell. Miss Baxter is in good hands.”
I sighed happily. The pain was a distant echo now.

I decided to ignore the insinuation that his quad had been talking about me, even though it made me feel weirdly tingly. I made a show of looking at the floor around us. “Where is George? I haven’t seen him since yesterday morning.”
He only grinned wider. “I see how it is. You prefer his company to mine?”
“I just met you.”