Page 114 of Monsterland Mayhem
Poor Spaten is about to learn that lesson the hard way.
Catum appears behind him, his shadow form hiding him from view. But I feel him there. Know what he’s about to do. And give him a subtle go-ahead by tilting my chin.
This is my fight, which makes itourfight. As a unit. A circle. A proper fucking royal court.
That’s what my sister and brother have failed to realize.
It’s a lesson that is about to cost them dearly.
I made the mistake of imprisoning my sister, once upon a time. I realize now how she escaped—with Spaten’s help.
Then she must have faked his death before actually killing our other brother.
Their betrayals have tainted Monsterland, creating a darkness that’s reminiscent of a disease.
It’s a disease I fully intend to cure now.
By ridding this realm of their presence.For good.
I have no idea where Crimson is, but I imagine he’ll be appearing at any moment. We’ll handle him, too.
Then… we’ll claim our daring little mate.
She’s still refusing to submit on the ground despite having my brother’s teeth pressed against her throat. I can feel her determination. Heranger.
Such a good fucking Omega,I think. She knows her wolf, and that animal on top of her isn’t him.
I growl, low and with warning.Release her, I’m saying.Release her or face the consequences.
Said consequences are standing right behind Spaten.
My brother rumbles back at me, then does exactly what I wanted him to do—lifts his head to stare me down in challenge.
I nearly smile inside.
But the instinct disappears behind my beast’s howl as Catum bodychecks Spaten, sending my brother flying across the courtyard into a nearby sculpture. The hit is so intense that the stone cracks. But my eldest sibling is instantly on his paws and charging—not toward Catum, but toward me.
I brace myself for impact, ready to spar.
It’s been a long fucking time.
And I have no idea what powers my brother has seemingly inherited.
But I’m ready. My mate-circle is ready.And our Omega is watching.
Craze goes for my sister while Catum runs toward me and my brother.
Then everything is a blur of white fur as Spaten and I tumble across the earth.
He’s big. Slightly bigger than me. And he’s fighting like his life hangs in the balance.
Which it very much does.
I snap at his neck, his scruff, his throat, all while trying to gain purchase.
But he’s fast—faster than I remember.
And fucking insane.
