Wanderlust Beastkin, Beauty and the Beastkin

Elara’s Perspective

The guys stood up from their chairs after a bit and headed over to the pergola. They were sneaking glances at each other, sizing up who was going for which girls. I felt all jittery and awkward, like I was crawling out of my skin. The stuff they gave me was starting to fade, and I realized they probably didn’t think about how I’m a yellow aura. I require a higher dose than the other females that they’re used to abusing; it’s their mistake.

The dumb bear just left Skye sitting there, playing with a piece of fabric, totally zoned out. She didn’t even look my way. What on earth did he give her?

He strolled over to the pergola, completely ignoring me like I was invisible. Guess I’m not his type, which is a bummer because I wouldn’t have minded getting a little closer to him. But I guess it makes sense; if I were his type, he would’ve snatched me up when he had the chance. He must be the one who took us away from Beck.

Then this guy with big brown ears, kind of like a fox or maybe a wolf, walked right up to me. His eyes were like shiny gold orbs, and his short black hair matched the stubble on his strong jaw over his light brown skin. He was dressed in long white robes with a red sash around his waist, typical of the Southern Region. But no, he wasn’t a wolf or a fox; when I looked closer, I realized he was a jackal beastkin.

They’re super protective of their territory and they mark their females, making sure she’s only with them. They’ll go as far as to trick and eliminate any other potential mates. Those beastkin are really clever and ruthless. I can’t believe a jackal has taken an interest in me.

Well, well, look who we have here, a lovely little she-wolf with a striking yellow aura that really catches my eye. How about you entertain the idea of giving me multiple litters of jackal cubs? You won’t need to entertain any other males; I’ll take care of your every need and keep a constant supply of eggs in your womb. I’ve got a nice chunk of territory in the desert and a roomy cave to house all our offspring. I’ve peed all over the surroundings and in every inch of the cave to make sure that my scent is prevalent and although I’m not capable of marking you, I will pee on you so that other males know that you’re mine."

"That’s just gross! If you even tried to pee on me, I’d turn you into ashes and then do a little victory dance on top of them."

"So, you’re a fire beastkin, huh? That’s pretty fascinating. I’ve always been drawn to women with a bit of a spark, and you definitely seem to have that. Now, I could have gone for a water beastkin, which would have been a more straightforward choice, but let’s face it: a fire beastkin is way more practical for those cold desert nights. You’d not only keep me warm, but your fiery essence would also scare off any predators lurking around our cave. And when it comes to hunting, having that kind of energy by my side is just what I need. Sounds like we’d make quite the team."

I really thought about it then, especially when he said I’d have to help him hunt. That meant he wasn’t just gonna lock me up in that cave forever, which was kinda cool, right? But then I remembered the whole peeing thing and all those jackal pups popping up one after another, and I was back to being totally against it. Plus, he mentioned being territorial, which meant he wouldn’t want Perla and her mates hanging around. If he got interested in Perla because she’s a mermaid with water magic, then we’d have to worry about him sneaking around and getting rid of her suitors. Ugh, we really don’t need that kind of trouble.

And then there were those robin’s egg blue eyes in my head—Beck. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was starting to like him. I mean, I’ve never really liked a guy before, and the first one I do is way out of my league. I should just forget about him and look for someone more realistic. I’m just a wolf shifter, kinda awkward and plain, acting all tough like a guy. Why would this stunning, magical male, who’s probably legendary with that horn of his, ever be interested in me? I might even have a crush on a unicorn beastkin. Seriously, what’s wrong with me? My best friend is a mermaid, and I’m crushing on a unicorn. Am I just a sad wolf who can’t help but be drawn to legendary beastkin?

I sighed deeply, my insides twisting a bit. Great, I actually like him. "I’ve got my eye on someone else already. But honestly, I bet there’s a girl around here who’d jump at your offer." freewёbnoνel.com

He closed the gap between us, and I was assaulted by the noxious fumes of his breath. "So, you’re into someone else? If that’s true, what’s holding you back from making him your mate?"

"I kinda get why you’re still single, and honestly, it’s not just your horrible personality. Your breath is really something else, like, wow. You might wanna think about fixing that. Or maybe you’re just using it as a secret weapon because you feel a bit small and insignificant?"

"Naturally, I should have anticipated that a fire-type beastkin would be full of life and energy. But honestly, it’s way more entertaining to dominate a female if you have to break her in first. I’ll catch up with you shortly, my delightful little target, and then I’ll claim you as mine and take you back to my territory."

He reached over, his fingers gliding down my sides before he clamped down on my breasts, squeezing them roughly as if to claim his territory. "Before long, these beautiful little things will be nourishing my offspring."

I glared at him, fury bubbling inside me, "Before long, I’ll set your hands ablaze for daring to touch me without my say-so."

"Oh, really?" he laughed, his hands sliding down my sides, gripping my hips hard as he pulled me closer, grinding against me. "Soon enough, I’ll fill your womb. I guess we’ll see who’s right in the end."

I seized the moment and spat right in his face, making him stumble back, wiping the spit away in shock. Then, without warning, he slapped me hard, my head snapping to the side, jolting me awake just like I wanted. My lip split open, and I bit my cheek, spitting the blood onto him. That little sting of pain brought back a flicker of my fire magic, and I knew that slap would cost him more than he realized.

A few guys around us looked surprised by his move, while some of the girls gasped, though many seemed too dazed to react much at all.

You’re going to find yourself loving me, and if that doesn’t pan out, you’ll certainly respect me; I have a talent for persuasion that’s hard to ignore," he asserted, before sauntering away with a self-assured smirk.

"Jackass," I said to his back and spat more blood at him.

The host cleared his throat, "Those two seem like they will have a fiery relationship."

I smirked but didn’t comment. Nice wording.

"Gentlemen, the moment has arrived! Each of you has made your choice regarding the enchanting female you wish to pursue, so please take your seats. We’re about to release the ladies, granting them a head start to dash away and find their perfect hiding spots. You’ll have a generous thirty minutes to wait before you can begin your pursuit! While you’re waiting, don’t hesitate to take advantage of the amazing facilities we have at your disposal. And for those who prefer a more relaxed experience, we’ve prepared a delightful balcony area where you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the entertainment unfolding before you!"

"I prefer to get up close and personal," the bear beastkin announced, rolling his sleeves with a confident flair. "Wish me luck; I haven’t made up my mind about anyone else yet. But if a girl screams at the perfect frequency, I’ll definitely take notice. Keep an eye on my little pet, or you two know what happens when I’m not pleased," he said, eyeing the girls who were already marked with claw scars.

They both went white as a sheet and quickly agreed, "Yes, we’ll watch her for you."

"It’s time to unleash the ladies into the trees!" he exclaimed, his voice booming with excitement that could hardly be contained. With a grandiose gesture, he tapped the button on the pergola’s side, employing the tip of his staff in a manner that was both dramatic and flamboyant, as if orchestrating a grand performance in nature’s theater.

Coming Next Time: The Plan