Page 36 of Her Feral Beasts

I find myself drifting towards her room, yet again. We identified where she’s staying straight away, and maybe that’s a bad thing because now my wolf is able to go there every day.

During lunch break, we sniffed around the room to see what was in it, purely for security reasons. 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 havesomerelatives 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, I can't contain my need to be in her space. If I can’t physically be with her, this is the next best thing because her scent is all over her stuff.

The two guards outside the unmated female dormitory are a nuisance, and one of them is the Eastern Brown I had my eye on from yesterday. It takes me fifteen precious minutes to deal with them both.

Once I’m done, I use the security pass Scythe arranged, and I excitedly bound up the stairs and into her room with a mad grin.

“Lee-uh,” I sing into the empty space, triumphant. I take a sniff of the room. The bed on the left is the tiger cub’s bed, and the one on the right is Aurelia’s. I head for it without a single thought, kicking off my boots, pulling the covers back and climbing inside the cool sheets.

I’m a bit annoyed they aren’t still warm with her heat, but as I become enveloped in her delicious vanilla cake scent, I let out a mournful whine. Pulling the blankets around me, I lie on my side and snuggle in, burying my nose in her pillow.

Sleeping has never really been my thing since I was a kid, and here in this place, I didn’t sleep a wink last night, my wolf sensing that somewhere nearby our regina slept in a cold bed, alone. I allow my eyes to droop as I get drunk on her and the memory of her heaving, sweaty skin and soft, needy moans in my ear.

It’s not until I’m getting hard that I sigh and climb back out, looking around. I want her to know I’ve been here, in her private space, touching everything because it’s now mine too. She needs to know.

She needs tofucking knowthat I own her.

I growl to myself as I look at the set of drawers assigned to her. I pull open each one and rummage around for good measure. Only the top two drawers are being used, the rest are empty. What she does have is mostly neat to start with, but by the time I’ve held everything to my nose, it’s all a happy mess.

Then I find her underwear drawer.

Excitedly, I check each and every single piece, and I’m growling with rage well before the end. She has seven pairs of underwear, mostly threadbare, faded and some even with holes. It’s really strange for the once princess of the Serpent Court. Even if her anima was an eagle, her father should be providing for her, with all the moneyhe has.

One pair is yellow with the face of a familiar character and I immediately pocket it because she’ll have no man’s face on her underwear, even if it’s a cartoon sea sponge. Fuck him. Fuck her for making me lose control. Everything here is mine as well and I will take all of it if it means she understands me.

Next time, I’m going to takeallof her underwear. She can go without for all I care. All the better for us to scent her as she walks around. I’d have to leave her one pair because what if she has her period and uses pads? I’m not rabid. I know about women’s needs.My regina’s needs. Scythe keeps me educated on everything. When we were kids, he told me all about periods when he first learned about them. Because of his nose, he took an interest in anything to do with blood.

My wolf keens again because if she gets her period, then she’ll need us and we can’t be here to rub her stomach.

Fuck this shit.

I slam down the present I brought for her on to the dresser and then angrily go through her trash to check for anything suspicious. I quickly check the tiger cub’s side to find any clues as to who she is and mess up her drawers while I’m at it.

Then I leave, slamming the door shut behind me.

I miss her scent as I walk down the corridor and shake myself to get rid of the idiotic thoughts.

We have group therapy tomorrow and I smirk because it’s hilarious to see Scythe refuse to participate in the lessons. I’m just waiting for some type of punishment to be dealt, because then I’ll get to have some real fun. On the way back to my dorm, I see a big sheet stuck to the wall with the state symbol for the Hunting Games, some writing, and lots of empty space underneath. I take the pen attached to a chain next to it and carefully write my name down in my big messy scrawl. It takes me a few minutes to sound out the letters, but this is important. Being able to hunt each other in a tournament definitely sounds like something I want to do, especially since we’re allowed to maim each other in the arena. It has to be a priority for me.

They do stuff like this to help us temper our instincts. We can’t get rid of them, so they found an outlet. The Council of Beasts invented the Hunting Games as a way to let us legally do that. Since my need to hunt is endless, despite my constant bloody fights, I need as much of an outlet as I can get.

Otherwise, the wolf in me is likely to continue to hunt and stalk Aurelia until it gets what he wants.

Which is to be buried balls deep inside my regina while she screams my name.

Chapter17

Aurelia

We’re leaving after dinner when Theresa stops us at the door, a grim look on her face. “Sorry, girls. No bed for you two just yet. You’ve landed yourselves detention.”

“What?” Minnie gapes because Theresa is pointing tobothof us.

“Why?” I say in protest. I’ve never had detention in my life, never so much as had my name written on the whiteboard, and I’m not about to start now.

Theresa hands me a very official-looking notice onredpaper and everyone crowds around me to read it, including the beasts trying to get out of the hall.

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