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average human
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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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average human
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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,
average human
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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
average human
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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?
average human
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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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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.”
No, I told her. They rejected us.
She huffed, which turned into an audible whine as pain shot through my ribs.
“Hey,” a deep voice cooed at me. “Lie still, baby. We’ve got you.”
My beast eyes fluttered open. Heath sat a few feet away, naked, his worried gaze on me like I was a precious, breakable treasure.
The long, cool body curled around me tightened slightly, and an annoyed hiss sounded.
“Elijah.” That was Aiden’s voice. He sounded exasperated. “She’s our mate too. You have to let us near her.”
No. Not their mate. They didn’t want me.
The tiger huffed again. She’d been hurt by them just as I had, but the pull to their beasts would be harder for her to resist.
“Wildcat, can you shift?” Wyatt’s voice came from somewhere at my back. “I’ll be able to carry you to the infirmary once you do.”
I growled.
“Easy, Killer.” Heath crawled closer, and he reached to pet my nose. My tiger let him get one good stroke in before I took over and snapped my teeth at him. Heath chuckled, but it sounded forced. “None of that. We don’t bite our mates.”
I managed an angry snarl before the pain crescendoed, making me dizzy.
“Don’t agitate her,” Aiden barked at Heath.
“Just because she’s pissed at us doesn't make it any less true,” Heath barked back. “She’s our Fated.”
Just hearing the word brought back the echo of ecstasy marred by bone-deep hurt that had consumed me the moment my tiger had laid eyes on these men in their glorious beastly forms.
I couldn’t deny it. Mallory had waxed poetic many times about how it felt when her cat and Allen’s wolf realized they were Fated. I recognized it for what it was.
It was supposed to be the most joyous moment that an incredibly rare few of us would ever experience.
And yet mine had been tainted.
By all the cruel things these men had said to me to push me away.
By their buying into the bullshit smear campaign that’d been waged against females with a beast for millennia.
And by their abandonment in this forest when I’d needed them the most.
It was too little, too late.
I hate them, I thought at my tiger.
She whined again—mournful, angry, desperate.
Pain scorched my body, and everything went black once again.