arms. Bjorn pulled himself up and mimicked Evin. Luc scooped them up, and they crawled up Amara until Evin was lying on her stomach and Bjorn was at her other breast, suckling opposite his sister. Amara truly felt like a mother wolf with her litter of cubs, but she didn’t mind being squished. Her children clinging to her was the best feeling in the world.
“Our life has changed, but for now,” she said, kissing the top of Astrid’s head, “let’s cherish what we’ve got. I’m in no hurry to speed up time.”
“Me, neither.” Luc crawled into bed, wrapping his arms around her legs and using her thigh as a pillow. “I cherish every moment with our family. You’re what keeps me sane when I’m out in the trenches.”
Too choked up to answer her military hero, she ran her fingers through his thick, cropped hair, lest she think about him far away from them in a hostile land. He sacrificed so much for his family and his country. She was so proud of him.
Drasko sat at the foot of the bed, nudging Luc’s feet. “I thank the Ancients every day you found our mate, brother.”
“Me, too,” Luc said and kissed her thigh.
“And that you saved her,” Hakon said to Drasko.
Hakon was talking about the time Drasko had bravely defended her against werewolves.
Drasko’s cheeks colored. “Any of you would’ve done the same in my place.”
“The gods have blessed us,” Rone said.
“They have.” Happy tears threatened at the backs of her eyes. “And I thank them every day for us.”
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Academy for Misfit Witches
Academy for Misfit Witches, Book One
A Reverse-Harem Fantasy Romance
Tara West
AT ACADEMY FOR MISFIT Witches, all new students spend their first night in the dungeon. Nobody told me I’d be fighting for my life against a powerful mage hellbent on framing three sexy dragon-shifters for my attempted murder.
A strong siren, sexy dragon-shifters, a murderous mage, a zombie witch army, and an ancient fae legend make this fast burn reverse harem romance a wild, steamy adventure!
Chapter One
“HOW LONG WILL THEY make us wait?” Miss Pratt whined, checking the time on her wand while she hovered above the floor across the room, her wings angrily buzzing like she was a hummingbird on crack.
Serah fiddled with a gemstone on her gaudy emerald bracelet and ignored her annoying chaperone, AKA the five-foot clumsy hummingbird. She wasn’t looking forward to starting a new school, but she couldn’t wait to get rid of Miss Pratt. That pixie had been a thorn in her side since Grandfather ordered her out of his office, refusing to hear her version of the story and threatening to disinherit her if she brought any more shame to their family name.
Serah checked the backings on her earrings to make sure they were secure—a nervous habit—and recalled her grandfather’s dark scowl. She felt like an utter failure for disappointing him, but did that mean she had to attend the worst school in the third realm? It had been one tiny transgression.
She looked at the cobwebs in the corners, the black mold exposed beneath the peeling wallpaper, and the dust-covered trophy case displaying awards from the Department of Magical Corrections for strict disciplinary action. Apparently this shithole was her last hope. None of the other magical schools would take a siren with a penchant for seducing professors. Actually, it had been only one professor, and he’d seduced her, but try as she might, she couldn’t dispel the rumors that had spread faster than a dragon’s inferno.
Slumping in her seat, she picked imaginary grime out of her fingernails and avoided eye contract with the female troll sitting behind the admissions desk. At least she was fairly certain the troll was a woman. The big pink bow covering that bald patch on her head might have been a good indicator. Or maybe the bright red lipstick leaching