Page 107 of Monsterland Mayhem
No.
“Then who are you?” I demand, still whispering.
Alice.
I stare. “That’s the name the pink-haired guy gave.” Which makes me instantly suspicious.
I’m.
An.
Omega.
The sequence of letters leaves me breathless.
“You’re an invisible Omega?” I whisper. “How…?”
Free usis all the figment writes back. Then two lines appear under those words, punctuating them.
“By demanding the ritual,” I say.
Yes.
“You want me to be hunted by the Alphas.”
Yes.
“What if…?” I can’t finish the question. There are too many unknowns.What if the wrong Alpha takes me? What if they force me to breed? What if my mate-circle doesn’t reach me in time?
The figment is already drawing again.
Don’t.
Submit.
Until.
The.
Right.
Circle.
Finds.
You.
That sounds ominous.
Yet I understand, thanks to my Alphas explaining some of the process.
Only, I’m not sure how to demand the ritual. “Do I just… beg to be mated?” I ask, swallowing thickly.
Yes.
In the.
Courtyard.
