Page 112 of Monsterland Mayhem
I don’t think; I roll with it, letting the momentum take me down the hill alongside the grand stairs.
Sharp thorns catch on my dress, tearing the too-tight fabric. But I don’t care. I let it rip as I spin all the way down and land on a gravel path that frames the rose maze.
Snarls erupt near my head.
I ignore them, pushing through the agony to shove to my feet and run barefoot across the rocks toward the fountain statues.
“I’m Ailsa Marvel!” I shout, my heart hammering in my chest and in my years. “I’m an Omega! And I want the ritual! Hunt me!”
I have no idea if what I’m saying is even correct. But I keep shouting it as I reach the fountain, only to be tackled to the cobblestone-covered ground by a raging wolf.
He snarls in my face as Baroness Clarice snarls, “Foolish girl.” She’s walking down the stairs, her clacking heels echoing throughout the fountain. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”
She’s seething. I can feel her fury like a hot wave to my senses, the weight of it almost more intense than that of the wolf on top of me.
The animal growls, his snout lowering to my neck to open his jaws along my throat.
I freeze, the dominant gesture intimidating in the worst way. If this were Krolic, I would tilt my head to the side in submission.But this Alpha isn’t Krolic. He’s an unknown. A foreign rival.And not my mate.
Someone tsks in the distance, the sound an echo around us that has the wolf snarling against my neck.
“Ah, ah, ah. You know the rules, Spaten,” a voice singsongs.
The pink-haired man, I recognize, swallowing.
“The Omega has requested the ritual. So all of Monsterland kind has been invited out to play, and I don’t think they’ll be very pleased by you demanding her submission before the games even begin.”
“You,” the baroness hisses. “You’ve been meddling. I told you what would happen if?—”
“Your threats are unnecessary, Queen of Hearts,” he inserts coolly. “A new round has begun. You and I will continue our dance should you win.”
She growls, the sound of it vibrating the stone beneath me as the wolf echoes the sound against my throat.
Then a louder, more intense growl rumbles the earth as the familiar scent of cedar washes over me.
Beast.
MyBeast.
Krolic… is here.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
KROLIC
Spaten.
I can barely believe my eyes, but I would recognize my eldest brother anywhere.
He’s supposed to be dead.
Killed by our dear sister.
But he’s currently standing on top ofmyOmega.
I growl again, making his ears twitch as his green eyes—the same shade as my own—lock on me.
All this time, I thought Heart was behind the deaths of our parents.
