Diamonds and Demons (Beautiful Beasts Academy Book 2) Read online

  Diamonds & Demons

  Beautiful Beasts Academy

  Kim Faulks

  Mila Young

  Copyright © 2019 by Kim Faulks

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  Thank you to the most phenomenal readers out there, to our hard working Alpha readers and Betas, your enthusiasm and excitement is infectious. Thank you to J.C. Hart, our phenomenal editor, and Tory our brilliant proofreader. We couldn’t pull this off without you.

  Mila: A huge thanks and appreciation to my hubby for his constant support and love through everything. Even when he calls Kim my wife haha. Love you babe.

  Kim: To my husband, for understanding when I’m always in the study with the door closed, I love you with all my heart.

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  Contents

  Introduction

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Kila Foung Does it Again

  Hexes and Hounds

  A best friend is more than someone who shares laughter and tears…

  They also know the best places to hide a body.

  Academy life isn’t what I expected. Fangs, fur...demonic bunnies everywhere we turn.

  Oh, and the Wolves.

  Three gorgeous Wolves who make my dead heart come to life.

  Judas, Bond...and Nero.

  Add in a sexy new Vamp teacher and my new role as Understudy to the most Ancient and powerful of our kind, and you’ve got one hot and conflicted class schedule.

  But as classes begin, yet another creature stumbles into my room in the dead of night.

  And he leaves behind a bag filled with diamonds.

  Only they’re not like any diamonds I’ve ever seen before.

  Darkness moves through the halls at Bestias Academy. A new threat makes itself known.

  And it’s got its sight set on me.

  My world becomes three things.

  Diamonds, Demons and death....

  Note: No Demon bunnies were harmed in the making of this story. Slow burn Reverse Harem with kickass characters and hunky wolves.

  Chapter One

  Predator Becomes The Prey

  “Get yourself ready.” Ms. Amoret Lucas clasped her hands together, her eyes glinting as she scanned the room, stilling on Ava sitting beside me. “We’re going to be having another mock hunt this morning.”

  The entire class groaned in unison.

  Bitching and snarling rippled through every student.

  But not me.

  And not the rest of my crew.

  Another mock hunt? Even after we’d gone to Principal Stone and begged her no more killing of animals. She didn’t care about what we wanted. She’d never even lifted her gaze from the paperwork on her desk.

  Instead she just muttered, “I’ll look into it,” and shoed us away with the wave of her hand.

  That had been three days ago.

  Plenty of time to make sure the mock hunt didn’t go ahead.

  I turned my head, catching Ava cross her arms against her PETA t-shirt, which exclaimed, Animals have rights! She’d taken a stance against these mock hunts that used real live bait, and so help us to the Ancients and back...we were gonna back her. She’d tied her blonde hair into a ponytail and painted dark make-up around her eyes, reminding me of a warrior. Guess that was the look she was going for.

  Ms. Lucas cut a glare across the mass of bodies in the class and snapped. “That’s enough.” There was a second where the manic gleam in her eyes shone a little brighter. “This class will not be dictated to. We will not be bullied. We will not bow down to the whims of the select few.”

  “Whims?” Ava snarled. “Whims?”

  I reached out, placed one hand against her arm, stilling her rage. Ms. Lucas had turned into a right royal bitch in the interim from last semester. But it didn’t matter...she wasn’t the only one who’d changed.

  I glanced at the schedule, freezing at the lone class standing out above all the rest. It was a class for one...a class designed for the Understudy of the Ancient.

  A class especially for me.

  I shuddered, swallowing my excitement. Once the mayhem following my birthday party had died down and Hermond had been dealt with by the Ancient, I’d attended the Great Hall and met with the Ancient Vampire in private.

  I glanced at Ava, who turned and met my gaze with a savage smirk as I struggled to find an adequate description for the meeting. It had been...unusual, to say the least.

  Chairs scraped against the floor. I turned to the three Wolves, who hadn’t moved, and one by one they turned to meet me. Judas, the dark brown-eyed Alpha who just exuded sex appeal, and Bond, the sandy-haired Beta behind him, were all business, making an imposing duo, but add in Nero, the raven haired, blue-eyed Wolf and you had a pack that ruled the hallways of this Academy.

  Each one turned their gaze to find mine, and I was lost within the power, drunk on desire...overcome with L…that word. The word I wasn’t saying. No way, no how. And I suddenly forgot to how to move, remembering Nero saying their pack shares. Did that mean sharing a girlfriend? Hell, were we official now? But how would it work?

  Especially with my father hating their kind….

  With everything I'd seen and experienced lately, it felt like the entire world seemed to be hovering on a knife’s edge; tensions were high. All we needed was one goddamn push and chaos would descend and the Beasts would go to war with one another...and the only ones who’d come out winners were the Witches waiting in the wings, ready to come in and steal all the money and the power they could get their greedy little hands on.

  “Let’s go...now!” Ms. Lucas snarled from the doorway as the rest of the class filed out like good little students.

  I shoved my chair backwards, Ava and the boys followed. A bitter breeze carved through the hallway to burst through the open door, making me reach for my jacket. But the icy gust wasn’t the only thing making me and the others pile thick, down jackets over our immortal bodies.

  Empty glass vials clinked in the pockets. A smile curled my lips as I shrugged the jacket on and headed for the doorway, listening to the heavy footfalls behind me.

  “Looks like it’s going to be a killer day out there, Ms. Lucas,” Ava muttered as she passed.

  I stifled a snigger and followed the rest of the class along the hallway and then out of the main building of Bestias Academy.

  The name was fitting. We were beasts in more ways than one. Vampires, Shifters, Ghouls, and Demons. We all congregated within these walls, studying to be better.

  Just not today.

  Today we were saviors, even if we’d infected the most helpless rabbits with Demon blood. We had a lesson to teach the teachers.

  Cat-calls and hoots of laughter followed the sniggers and growls. Even though they hated the inconvenienc
e of another hunt, they were more than ready for an excuse to rip and tear. Ms. Lucas was perfectly fine adding more bunnies to the long list of training equipment we used.

  “I’ve got a surprise this time!” she called out as we stepped into the wooded area of the ground of our school. “I managed to find ten rabbits. I’ve not numbered them this time. I want you to grab as many as you can.”

  “Yeah! Looks like rabbit for breakfast!” one of the guys roared.

  “Ms. Lucas,” Ava spoke loud enough to draw her gaze. “I’m going to ask you one more time. Please reconsider this, it’s a cruel and unnecessary act.”

  But the Demon shone on the teacher’s gaze, hazel eyes changed to black for a heartbeat before they were murky green once more. “This is going ahead,” she snarled with a curl of her lips. “Whether you like it or not.”

  I shoved my hands into my pockets, one curling around the three empty vials, and the other a set of clamps...that were supposed to be around the locks on the rabbits’ cages.

  “Okay,” Ava said slowly and calmly...a little too calmly as she glanced to me. “We tried.”

  “We sure did,” I murmured and followed the rest of the class.

  One glance at the Wolves and they just gave a shrug, ready to carry out our plan.

  Ms. Lucas, sick of waiting, surged forward with the rest of the class. There was almost a goddamn hitch in her step in her excitement.

  Nesrin and her cat gang turned and stared at us. They were wary after what happened at my birthday party. There hadn’t been one snarl, or hiss from any of them since.

  They were waiting for someone to push us, before we pushed back. Then they’d know exactly how strong our little band of misfits was. The events of my birthday party had solidified an unspoken pact between Ava, me and the Wolves. The guys had jumped in and helped without question. They’d put their lives in danger, and in my books, that made them friends. Well, more… but I wasn’t ready to decipher those emotions yet.

  “Are you ready, class?” Ms. Lucas called out.

  I dragged my hand from my pocket, clutching the empty vials. Remnants of black demon blood clung to the sides and pooled at the bottom. Blood that was now racing through the bunnies like lightning. Nesrin’s eyes widened, as the clasps jingled in my other hand and Ms. Lucas’ frantic words tore through the trees in the distance.

  “Oh my…wait...WAIT! Run!” she screamed and screamed and screamed.

  The terrified sounds of predators turned prey almost warmed my undead heart from the bitter grasp of the winter wind.

  “You’d better run,” I murmured to Nesrin and the others. Brylee wrenched her gaze to movement as a tiny gray rabbit tore from the clearing, the perfect, soft downy, white fur of its nose already soaked with crimson blood. It hissed.

  Terrified wails filled the air as the five of us turned and ran.

  And the screams carried all the way through the open doors of the main building as we passed through and along the halls. Teachers and students stopped and stared. Principal Stone stepped out of her office, her gaze drifting to the tortuous sound.

  School was back bitches.

  And this time we weren’t going to be pushed around.

  Chapter Two

  What The Hell Kind Of Name is Nefarious Anyway?

  We sat in our seats in the classroom, waiting to see who would be the first of the other students to step in. Nesrin, the Panther shifter. I’d figured Brylee, knowing a Cheetah was more cunning when it came to survival.

  I guess I was wrong.

  Salome followed them into the room, golden Lion eyes flashing with the hunter that lay within as she took her seat behind her Alpha...and Brylee was last, the Cheetah shifter slinking in. They slipped quietly into their seats as outside, three of our class tore from the tree line wailing and flapping their arms like madmen.

  The sight was hilarious.

  Still, none of us laughed, only sat in chilling silence...and finally Ms. Lucas stumbled through the open door. Her hair was a bird’s nest on top of her head. Deep, bloody gouges had been carved across her cheek. Her glasses were broken in the middle, the two lenses wobbling on top of her cheekbones.

  “Ms. Lucas.” Principal Stone raised her voice, warily following her through the open classroom door. “Is everything okay?”

  But the teacher didn’t answer, only pulled out her chair and sat carefully down. The front of her brown knitted cardigan was a mess of frayed woolen strands. Cuts and blood covered both hands as she reached for a drawer at the bottom of her desk and lifted out a bottle of gin. I should have felt guilty for hurting her, but maybe this would make her see that using live bait wasn’t the best way to teach her hunting class.

  “Ms. Lucas,” Principal Stone murmured and cut a careful gaze toward the rest of us.

  Still we said nothing, only listened as our teacher murmured. “I’ll b-be m-aking some adjustments to the sc-schedule...n-n-no m-mm...mmm...more mock hunts.”

  A smile curled the corners of my mouth.

  One brow rose on the Principal’s face before it lowered once more and she turned that critical stare toward us. “I suppose this is your doing?”

  “Not us, Principal,” Judas answered sweetly. “We’re just holding a silent, amicable protest on the rabbits’ behalf.”

  “Mmmhmmm.” She pursed her lips and then stepped toward the teacher. “It’s okay Amoret, drink your gin. I’m sure future mock hunts will go well.” Ms. Stone turned, hard eyes finding each one of us. “We will find out who tainted the rabbits, and there will be repercussions.”

  “Bring it on,” I muttered. “I’ll take whatever detention you’re ready to dish out.”

  Small wordless murmurs spilled past the teacher’s lips as she lifted the glass and drank. I stared at the clock, watching the hands tick as the next lesson drew close.

  “I don’t like this.” Ava turned to me. “I don’t like you going to that special class without me.”

  “It’s not special.” That word made me sound special. “It’s just specialized.”

  Ms. Lucas remained slouched in her chair, almost dazed, a droplet of blood dripping down her cheek, its metallic tang teasing my nostrils. Fresh. Warm. But I wasn’t hungry...only amused as the rest of the class slowly crawled in, bloody, frazzled, eyes wide in horror. One of them even had a tuft of brown fur on the end of his nose. A bark of laughter tore from Judas, before he bit the sides of his mouth and lowered his gaze.

  The rest of the lesson passed in stunned silence, with frantic gazes whenever a squeal tore through the air, until finally the bell trilled, and everyone jumped to their feet, grabbing their books, and scrambling out of class.

  Ava just looked sad and lonely. She waved at me before heading in the opposite direction.

  “So, what are you doing tonight?” Bond asked, nudging my arm gently with his shoulder, while Judas walked on my other side. Nero walked backward in front of us, not looking where he was going. Cocky much?

  “Studying for our quiz,” I answered, knowing full well where this was going. “Why?”

  “Cafeteria is serving milkshakes and brownies tonight,” Judas added.

  “And we heard they’ll have a blood variation.” Nero rubbed his tummy in exaggeration circles. “Yum.”

  “Are you asking me out on a date?”

  “Depends, is Ava coming?” Bond murmured seductively.

  I shook my head and chuckled. “There’s no way she’s missing out on milkshakes.”

  He nodded, and gave a shrug. “Then it’s not a date.”

  Were they really hinting at a date...with all three of them at once? So that whole thing about a pack sharing was real. Questions. I was full of them. I lifted my gaze to a wooden door marked L - Ancient Arts. “This is my stop.”

  Nero peered through the window in the door. “Looks like no one’s here. You want us to keep you company?” He turned back with a cocky smile.

  “No.” I laughed. “It’s part of being the Ancient’s Understudy. Luck
y me, hey.”

  “Yeah, it’s gonna suck, your teacher is vile,” Nero continued.

  I stiffened. “Vile?”

  “Yeah.” He took my hand, drawing me away from the door as the other two Wolves peered into the room. “Miss the class. He won’t even notice you’re gone.”

  “What are you talking about?” I glanced over my shoulder. Bond and Judas stepped away as the door opened from inside.

  Pale skin. Striking pale blue eyes. It was all I saw...and then the tatts...all of them, running down the length if his arms. He was the kind of Vampire who’d stop me in my tracks. Perfect bone structure, thick brows crowning piercing eyes, and red parted lips complete with tousled midnight hair. The only thing missing was fangs.

  “See,” Nero whispered. “Vile.”

  “Miss Livingstone, this way,” the gorgeous hunk murmured. It was like sex had just strolled into my life...no, no it sauntered, swaggered even. I couldn’t think...couldn’t even form a complete sentence.

  I swallowed hard.

  He opened the door wider. A low snarl slipped into the air. I jerked my gaze toward the sound, catching Judas and the others staring at me. I swallowed hard. “Sure, yep. Coming Sir.”

  “Better not be,” I caught the snarl from Judas before he took one last look at my new teacher and then backed away.

  The others followed, giving the teacher one last glare before leaving.