Scratched Again by My Fox Beastman

I spent three years of savings to buy a silver-fox beastman everyone else had given up on.

But he called me low-grade, clawed me badly enough for the ER, and still believed I would never leave.

Ten days before our permanent bond, I walked into the Bonding Center and asked for a replacement.

He sneered, “Replace me, and I’ll never bond with you.”

Then I brought home Noah, a beastman nearly sent to the fighting pits, and watched Taylor fall apart over the woman he thought he could never lose.