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“Team,” I tell him.

“Always as a team,” Craze echoes.

If either male is stunned by what was revealed today—that Queen Alice was stuck in a fountain with over a dozen other Omegas—neither of them shows it.

Perhaps because we’ve all seen extraordinary events in our very long lives.

Or, more likely, because none of us can get Ailsa Marvel out of our heads.

The ritual has begun.

The elixir has been drunk—again.

And our delicious Omega is about to go into heat.

Fuck, I can’t wait to knot her. I’m going to claim every part of her, just as I’m sure Craze and Krolic will do the same.

Her scent grows stronger with every step, her cunt already slick with need. I can practically taste her on my tongue.

“Oh, we’re going to rip you apart, Miss Marvel,” I purr, aware that my voice will carry directly to her on the wind. “And you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”

Craze and Krolic growl in agreement, the echo of their hunger no doubt sending a chill down our Omega’s spine.

This is part of the fun.

Part of the draw.

Part of theforeplay.

I pause as I feel her move, her presence close yet too far away.

She’s running.

Searching.

Desiring a place to hide.

I smile.

There is nowhere she can hide in this maze. We will find her. And we will fuck her.

For days.

“Graves, she smells amazing,” Craze says under his breath. “I can’t wait to rip that fucking dress off of her.”

“I can’t wait to be inside her,” I growl, my knot practically throbbing with need. Delayed gratification is not my thing, and yet I’ve staved off my orgasm fordays.

Hell, years, really.

My hand did the job just fine, but fucking our mate will be a lot more than fine. It’ll beexquisite.

Craze starts skipping through the maze, a whistle weaving into the air around him as he taunts our intended.

Krolic adds to the tune, his inner beast rumbling in a low snarl of sound.

A purr vibrates my chest, creating a baritone that rivals Krolic’s.

I can practically hear our sweet Omega moaning in response. Her thighs are probably drenched with need, the elixir having heightened every sensation, every reaction, everycraving.