Her Feral Beasts (Her Vicious Beasts, #1)

by E.P. Bali

Aurelia needs to die.

Wtf why wpuld you kill your mate

It’s a shame we have to kill her.

Youre a fuckin idiot

Savage has outright told me he’ll kill me. Back when I first met them, Xander told me he wished the entire Court of Serpents had all been killed in the ‘70s purge, and Scythe said he was going to find out all my secrets.

We went through her things and were confused by her lack of possessions. Why didn’t her family bring her clothes? It made my wolf whine in protest. From our investigating, we know that her mother died years ago, but she must have some relatives helping her. Her family is super wealthy, and why she lived in that tiny hut at the back of her aunt’s property, even as an eagle, doesn’t make sense. Why didn’t she go to live with the eagles in her family?

Now you ask the correc t questions idiot

“Are you going to stop me, princess?” Even telepathically, he’s biting his words out. “Maybe I will.”

I know why. Aurelia has two forms. It’s unheard of. Impossible.

Probably 5

“Let. It. Go.” “Savage—” His mouth drops to my lips, and he lashes out so fast that I’m completely unprepared. He yanks me between his spread legs, crushing his mouth against mine. I squeal in protest as he captures my lower lip in between his own and sucks hard. My body heats up even as I try to shove him away. My entire body tingles in delicious awareness even as I punch him in the chest. His powerful scent is in my nose, but we can’t… I can’t⁠— Guards rush in with Hope and Savage finally releases my lip, pushing me away from him. I stumble backward as Savage is tasered. He doesn’t make a sound as he grimaces and crumples sideways onto the table. I watch the scene in disbelief as Hope helps steady me. I gently press my fingers to my swollen lip, trying to push away the feeling of delicious dissatisfaction. I didn’t want more. I didn’t, damn it! But Savage’s eyes never leave mine. As his face is roughly pressed into the steel table, he laughs. “Worth it.”

Before he leaves, Lyle tosses a live grenade over his shoulder. “She came to me today without any underwear on and I could smell her the entire time.” Roaring, I launch myself at him, but my brothers tackle me to the floor.

Savage is frowning in disbelief. “Did she just regina-order me?” I snarl, “Yes, and your little bitch-ass complied.”

I thought Lyle would have tried to investigate my stolen underwear, but turns out he didn’t care about it as much as I thought, so I still

Cause he kept it himself

I don’t even get to the end of the buffet line when someone clears his throat behind me. I turn around to see a pimply-faced wolf no older than eighteen. He’s in double denim with an eyebrow ring and nervously looks at his own feet. “Um, Miss Aquinas?” he says to the floor. “Mr Fengari says you have to come sit by him now.”

Cakling

Savage, damn him, leans down and puts his nose flush against my neck. I stiffen as his touch sends feathers of arousal fluttering through my entire body. I’m wet within seconds and struggling to breathe. I need to buy underwear asap. “Fuck, regina, you smell amazing. Climb into my lap right now and I’ll fuck you in front of everyone.”

Oh no, he didn’t! I flip my hair over my shoulder, catching Savage in the face as I do, but he doesn’t so much as flinch. “Yeah, well, enjoy this while it lasts then, scales, because you’ll miss me when I’m thrown into Blackwater.”

“M-myths of the Boneweaver.” Raquel frowns. “W-What’s a B-Boneweaver?” “Oh it’s a mythical animalia that can turn into all types of beasts,” Stacey says. “They used to exist hundreds of years ago but they died out. All they had to do was touch an animal and they could turn into them and use that order’s powers. Pretty insane, huh?”