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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.
— Jan 27, 2026 09:38PM
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.
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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.
— Jan 29, 2026 10:24PM
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.
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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.
— Jan 29, 2026 10:14PM
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.
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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,
— Jan 29, 2026 09:16PM
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,
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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.
— Jan 29, 2026 02:02PM
“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.
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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.
— Jan 28, 2026 08:44PM
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.
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“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.”
— Jan 28, 2026 08:01PM
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.”
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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.
— Jan 28, 2026 10:24AM
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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.”
— Jan 27, 2026 10:19PM
Deep breaths. Zen. “Sure.”
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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?
— Jan 27, 2026 09:45PM
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?
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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.”
— Jan 27, 2026 09:00PM
He only grinned wider. “I see how it is. You prefer his company to mine?”
“I just met you.”
Dr. Lee lifted a sculpted brow at me. “Trainee, huh?”
“I like killing wraiths,” I said with a demure little shrug, “and I’m good at it.”
“Are you? Color me impressed, though it sounds like we may be seeing more of you in the infirmary, then,” he added, winking at me.
Heath cleared his throat, loudly.
Dr. Lee chuckled. “All right, that should do it. It wouldn’t be a terrible thing if you iced these ribs later. And keep your sutures clean and dry for twenty-four hours, please.”
“Will do, Doc.”
“Fantastic.” He grabbed my chart from the little table by the door and shot Heath a pointed look. “I’m sure I’ll be seeing both of you again soon.”
After he’d gone, I stretched my arms over my head. I did feel a hell of a lot better. I wasn’t a stranger to visiting the clinic in our neighborhood after a particularly bad night, but I usually preferred to heal at home with the help of one of my dad Joseph’s elixirs or by spending time lazing around as my beast within the privacy of my bedroom.
Heath stood up and prowled over to me. I became acutely aware of the heat of his body as it came within two feet of mine, and then I remembered I was still shirtless.
He brushed a hand over the healing bruises on my side. “They aren’t going to stop coming for you, Avery. And I won’t always be around to save you.”
My beast, who had been practically purring at his nearness, flattened her ears and hissed her displeasure in my head. “I didn’t ask you to save me, Blackwell. Not this time, and I won’t any other time. That’s the whole point of all of this—I’m just as dangerous as you are, and the Guardians are exactly where I need to be.”
He leaned down, his hand still pressed gently to my ribs, and he rasped next to my ear, “My name is Heath. Use it.”
I could only sit there, staring like an idiot, as he snagged his jacket from the chair and then strode confidently from the room.