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“Don’t tell me you’ve never done it.” I wave my hand dismissively.

“It stops now, Savage,” Lyle orders. “Get them out. I’ll return them to her.”

My voice is my low octave alpha growl.“Like fuck you will.”

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Xander says, shaking his head in disappointment. “You’ve been sniffing her underwear every night, haven’t you? Feral fucker.”

“If you take them away from me, I’m going to tear your school apart,” I say quietly, meaning every word because I only got them last night. And I wasn’t going to sniff themallthe time, just hold them to my chestsometimes.

“Savage,I will put you in a cage.”

“No one’s going in a cage right now.” Scythe’s voice is sharp as he strides towards me, getting in my face. “Give them back, brother. They belong to her. You can’t have her. She doesn’t want you. You’re clinging on to a ghost.”

He slices my chest open with his words and my head hangs in defeat. He’s right. He’s fucking right and I’ve been rabid about her this whole time. She’s going back to her father and I’m justclinging on to a fucking ghost.

“Can I keep one?” I ask.

Scythe turns to stare down Lyle, and gives me a firm “yes.”

I sigh and turn around to pull out the drawer, reverently taking out the black scent-safe box. Shielding it with my body, I open it to take out one pair, quickly shoving the pink material back into the drawer before tossing the box over my shoulder.

Lyle catches it easily with one paw. “Well done, Savage. We’ll talk about your behaviour tomorrow. And you’ll be in black shackles from Monday.”

Hil-fucking-arious.

Rolling my eyes, I exchange a glance with Xander because if Scythe has never been able to tame me, how is this guy going to?

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. They have to pin me down with the combined weight of their heavy bodies and all I can do is watch the lion’s shiny black shoes stride out. For the next hour, I rage while Scythe strokes my hair, trying to get me to calm down like he used to when we were kids. Xander is quiet and occasionally pats me on the back in between his quips. Even Eugene comes to peck at my head.

Eventually, my thundering brain calms down, though my heart still aches like it’s been branded.

Ithasbeen branded in the shape of my regina’s name.

“Sav,” Scythe says gently in my ear. “You know we have to give her back, don’t you?”

My animus whines,“mine”, but the blood vow on my finger throbs as if it’s reminding me that I’ll literally die if we don’t fulfil the vow.

“I hate her,” I bite out.

Xander sits on my back and takes a long draw of his joint. He blows out the smoke. “Don’t we all.”

Chapter37

Aurelia

The next morning, in a show of solidarity, Sabrina and Stacey come to get dressed in our room. Connor promises to meet us for breakfast, and Raquel point blank refuses to join my new venture. But even that can’t stop me from feeling excited.

Years ago, I bought a lingerie set for myself off a super cheap website, but that was as far as it went as I never had money to burn. Whoever is in charge of my new stipend is surely going to be grateful that I’m using it well.

Minnie and I already chose what we were going to wear last night, with Sabrina’s approval. Our leopard friend wears her new bodycon dress in her favourite leopard print and matches it with shiny black stilettos. I don’t know how she’s going to walk around campus all day with those on, but she’s confident in them, and paired with red lipstick, looks like a fifties pin-up model.

Charlotte wants to be lolita-type cute, so she wears a ruffled lemon-yellow playsuit she altered herself with knee-length white socks with lace ruffles. She even adds a white bow to her high ponytail for a bit of show.

Minnie, on the other hand, wears a deep pink skin-tight dress paired with gold hoops and gladiator-style lace-up sandals. We help her curl her hair so she can wear it in a long ponytail, and by the end, she looks like a little dessert. There’s that lioness in third year she wants to impress, and I know she’ll be head over heels.

Raquel doesn’t want the attention, but in solidarity, wears sexy fishnets and black denim cut-offs that show off their spectacular legs.

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