Short stories and serials by Alexandra Herakai

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I Once Loved Jake: He Was Different

Everything was different when I first met Jake. Most of all he was different, or at least I thought he was. Because I came to know him as a gentleman, a gentle, caring person who loved me when no one else would. When no one else could, or so he told me. I believed every word.

I arrived to Avelyon High with my heart in the pit of my stomach. Not only was the school large, much more so than any three buildings in my small hometown, but it overlooked Avelyon itself, sprawling below the hill where the old Tragash hold had been converted into a mixed-race boarding school.

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I Once Loved Jake: The Way He Loved Me

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I don’t know how long it was until things started to change, but they did. Oh, it was pretty harmless at first. Even a bit flattering, in its own way. I didn’t notice, or didn’t want to notice, when Jake went from telling me how beautiful I was to how beautiful I was in his eyes. It was such a small distinction, nothing to worry about, and it only reaffirmed what I thought I knew: that I was the center of Jake’s universe. He started acting a bit more possessively, and I gave him all the leeway he needed. I didn’t really need to spend time with this or that male classmate, not if it was at the expense of Jake.

After all, Jake loved me, or so I thought. I’d certainly fallen hard for him.

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Hound in the Coverts: Hound in Pursuit

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Jake clawed at his face, trying to get rid of whatever was causing that searing sensation in his skin, as though every hair was sending fire into his head. When it finally faded, doubtlessly no thanks to his reaction, as it lingered longer where his claws had scratched his skin, he shook his head, dazed and no little annoyed. Whatever it was Marina had shoved in his face, it had stung, even more than that time when Konah had spit garlic at him. That time, the pain had snapped him out of his rage, but this time, it only served to fuel it. The vixen was his. She had no right to attack him; he’d have to show her her place again. Then, once he’d dealt with her, he’d go deal with the cat as well, teach him a lesson about touching Jake’s things.

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Hound in the Coverts: Hound in Wait

Marina panted her way up the stairs to her floor, burdened both by the kits in their harness and the heavy bag of school books and class notes. She’d not been in particularly good shape to start out, and the extra weight didn’t make getting up the stairs any easier. Especially not since she had avoided the stairs during the later stages of her pregnancy.

If reaching her landing was a relief, turning her key in the lock to her room was nothing short of undiluted nirvana. Finally, she’d have some time to — relatively speaking — relax. Sure, the kits were fussy and would need to be fed, but that at least could be accomplished half-lying on her bed.

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As Things Turn on Their Heads

They were all gathered in the small steakhouse booth, squeezed in to make sure they’d all fit. There were half-wyvern and wyverns Linnéa and Tai!en, both there for their regenerative capabilities, faerie-draconian werefox and minor mage Liiz’vocal Quall, the surprisingly friendly nightmare nicknamed “Rust” by her colleagues, beastkin Taver with a sleepy barn owl soulbrother perched on his shoulder, stardust fox mind-mage Jeevi Sodalite, and the senior team member, human mage Pailine Tanner, a silver circle on the skin of her neck glinting in the dim lighting when she turned her head just so.

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