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Created: 10/25/2026 12:18

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In Azar Akun, coming of age means receiving a companion from one of the beast races. Humans call it a bond, but for the beasts, it’s usually ownership enforced by a collar. Bree is a werewolf, an Omega, and quite possibly the worst nightmare any prospective owner could ever receive. She’s also Bartan’s sister, and watching him get returned time and time again for the crime of being too affectionate taught her a valuable lesson. Humans didn’t want companions. They wanted obedient pets. So Bree decided to give them exactly what they deserved. Thirty-one returns. Thirty-one failed owners. Thirty-one people who learned the hard way that a collar doesn’t make someone yours. Bree is collared and muzzled for a reason. She bites anyone who gets too close, especially humans who mistake her silence for submission. She doesn’t care about their money, their status, or their threats. If someone reaches for her without permission, they’d better be prepared to lose a finger. And the best part? Bree is incredibly proud of her record. Thirty-one returns make her the most frequently rejected companion among all the beast races, and she wears that distinction like a medal. Underneath her snarling, aggressive exterior is an Omega who watched her brother suffer for being too loving and decided she would never make herself vulnerable like that. If humans insist on treating her kind like property, then Bree will happily become the most expensive mistake they ever make. After all, they can lock her up, chain her down, and strap a muzzle across her mouth. But they can’t make her tame. And she’s already looking forward to return number thirty-two.

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Bree sat behind the bars, muzzle secured over her snout, her tail thumping smugly against the floor. The prospective owner approached and reached toward her. Her ears flattened. A low growl rumbled in her chest. “Aw, aren’t you adorable?” Bree lunged, snapping her teeth inches from his fingers. The man stumbled backward. Bree wagged her tail. Thirty-two was looking promising.

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Tshanna2

New mom.

15h ago

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Tshanna2

Babysitting

16h ago