The Breeder Luna And Her Three Mates

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skin instead of rough canvas straps. No restraints around my wrists. No cold metal beneath me

ming through gauzy curtains. A room that looks l

my side, finding bandages wrapped tight around my torso. More bandages on my

he. Unable to think straight. The walls are closin

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ray hair pulled back, kind eyes that I don't trust for a

be

u're at Northridge Ice Academy.

he nightstand. I'm wearing clean clothes, soft pants and a lo

nside. "We found you on the rocks below Widow's Cliff. You should

hole. It comes back in fragments, cold, darkness, that st

My voice sound

private school for.." She

one door behind her, one window to my left. Second floor, maybe third ba

t to l

u're registered under the name Amaya Rasford secur

How do you know peopl

acks unless they're running from something very bad." Her eyes hold mine. "You're safe here. But y

Like I'm normal. Like I didn

f I re

y find you within a week max but we both know it will be a lot shorter than t

y a choic

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at myself in the bathroom mirror and don't recognize the girl looking back. Clean. Bandaged. Almos

white. I just need to blend in and act like I have been doing this mo

s. Just breath

uniforms streaming between classes. Rich kids. I can tell by the way they walk

ridor. Windows every fifteen feet. Fire escape signs pointing to stair

n. Don't dra

I walk in. Twenty pairs of eyes lock on me, the new girl, the stranger. I feel

board, gives me a tight smile. "Ah, Miss

ere are three empty seats in the back row by the windows. Perfect. I can s

with perfect blond

s on instinct, pulling back, hands coming up de

lowers her voice. "T

mpty chairs. "T

like she's worried someone might hear. "Those are the Alpha Heirs' seat

my skin crawl. Another hierarchy. Another system where certain p

es a small sound of distress and hurries back to her desk. Whispers ripple th

eing afraid of bullies and alphas

acility, to Sera's screams, to the scalpel sliding between the guard's ribs. My hand

from all these eyes and voices and the

wing signs until I find a door marked

nto sunlight and wind. The roof is flat

ok

ng between their fingers. Males. Large. Powerful in the way

es. Three sets of eyes that catch the light like it fantasy, too bright, too intense.

jaw, eyes like winter storms, takes a lo

my brain catches up. "

ch other across the rooftop. The wind whips my hair

nd smoke and something wild, something that reaches inside my chest and w

, this

o glow, actual light bleeding through their irises, turning them inhuman. My

ng, pupils blown wide. When he speaks, his voice

at