Feral (Shadow Bred, #3)

by Grace McGinty

“I think she’s saying ‘girl.’ In Latin.” “Her name is Girl? And why the hell do you speak Latin? Who the fuck speaks Latin?”

I thrummed deep in my chest. Her eyes went wide, her pupils blowing out. Aw, yeah. I’d been working on my thrum.

“Kitten,” I said in a softer tone. “Are you sure this is what you want?” Kitten let out a frustrated noise. “Yes, Corvin. I’m sure. Are you going to ask me every step of the way?” It was Beckett who answered. “Yes.”

“Too big,” I groaned, and she huffed. “That's for me to decide.” “You and physics,” Corvin grumbled. He wasn’t wrong.

“Everything okay? Sorry I took so long—I swear Corvin grows three extra arms when he’s drunk. He’s like a horny octopus.”

“I don’t need money, Darius.” “No, of course not, we’ll take care of you. We aren’t loaded, but we have enough to live comfortably. But sometimes, your own nest egg can make you feel more—” I put my fingers over his lips. “No, I mean I’m rich. Lorso left me everything he had, the remainder of his Pack’s investments and money. I’ve got millions of dollars, last time I checked.”

Naja shook her head. “He’ll fight armed gunmen and insane cartel bosses, but faced with a half-sibling, he loses the ability of speech.”

Normalize women being the big spoon—that was my mantra.

Just because I couldn’t write, didn’t mean I was stupid.

I mean, I was a grown-ass Alpha, but I would still run from my mom when she had that look on her face.

“I wooed you with the power of my vagina, Darius. That doesn’t apply here.” Beckett cleared his throat as I heard his mother chuckle on the other side of the door. My face flushed bright red. “Fuck,” I mouthed silently, while Cooper hissed a laugh at the back of the group like he was about to die.

it was a testament to how much he loved her that he just purred. If I’d tried to say the same thing at that moment, he would have eaten me.