Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

the inside of her nose and sliding down her throat. Jayla's stomach heaved violently. She doubled

efore anything else: she h

l alone told her. No human settlement, no matter how filthy, carried that particular cocktail of raw animal musk, damp stone, and

itude meant noth

her skull. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to the back of her head. A strangled g

, like sandpaper scraping against wood. The

ng up, shrill and insistent, drilling directly into her synapses. Jayla squeezed her eyes shut, he

old and sharp as a scalpel. "Intercontinental Beast World transmission confirmed.

the pain fueling her rage. "My retirem

her off flatly. "Protocol locked

Wolf-kin with amber eyes that glowed in the dark, Eagle-men whose wingspans could blot out the sun. A world governed by primal law, where strength was currency and the Mark of a mate was both sacred bond and iron chain. Images, sounds, and sensatio

ether in her core, the energy that had saved her life a hundre

cked, sealed shut by invisible inhibito

out her Aether was like a shark without teeth - and she had just been dropped into a

diate soul erasure," A. Winter warned, the voice fading int

e sharp crack of bone against stone echoed in

e head wound, the shock of the data dump, the sheer physical exhaustion - it all crashed down on her at once. Black spots danced

ow long she was o

t instinctively from the world parameters still settling in her mind - the rasp of an animal hide, treated the primitiv

n before her conscious mind could catch up. She tried to ro

anaged to turn her head, her brea

ceiling, landing dead center on her foreh

ssing in. Then, she saw them. A pair of eyes, glowing with a

dy tensed. She felt like a gazelle that ha

human - the bioluminescent glow of his irises, the unnatural stillness with which he held himself despite his obvious agony, marked him as one of the Beast World's aquatic

Jordi

d tight over the knuckles. He grabbed her chin, his grip punish

n strength, even in this broken state, outstripped a human's by a significant margin. Hi

s voice was a low, venomous hiss. It drippe

t so intense it made Jayla's stomach clench. He looked at

gust, she saw something else. His hand was trembling. His entire body was shak

managed to croak,

iping his fingers frantically on the tattered animal skin draped over his chest - standard Beast World clothing, Jayla regist

r. He spat on the ground near her face, the

walked away, his footsteps heavy and uneven, dragging h