Page 123 of Monsterland Mayhem
“We’re coming for you,” I whisper, my magic carrying the words to our panting Omega. “Run faster, Miss Marvel.”
I can hear her heart beating. Or maybe it’s my own.
But I take off toward the sound, determined to find her.
Craze and Krolic are right behind me, their excitement as palpable as my own.
We hit a dead end, one that has me grinning because Ailsa’s scent is all over this area. She was here.
Which means we just missed her.
I turn and keep prowling, my nose leading the way as I track her sweet fragrance all through the maze.
Krolic grabs my arm, his finger brushing his lips as he cants his head to the side.
Frowning, I follow his movement, my nose instantly rejoicing at the perfume lingering in the air in that direction.
I nod for him to lead, acknowledging that he’s the king.
Or the future one, anyway.
With Alice actually being alive, she’s the current monarch.
But once we claim Ailsa, Krolic will officially take the throne as the Monsterland King. I’ll be his Second. And Craze will be the Enforcer.
Just as it used to be.
Just as it should be.
Just as it will be.
Krolic pauses at the edge of a colorful rose-decorated hedge, then holds his hand up in a waiting signal.
I understand why an instant later when I hear the soft patter of feet coming our way. Ailsa’s fragrance grows with each passing second, then suddenly she appears, her damp dress sticking to her like a second skin.
She yelps upon seeing us waiting for her and turns to run in the opposite direction, but Krolic grabs her by the waist and yanks her back, spinning her into our waiting circle.
We close in on all sides, our Omega shrieking in response as she whirls around, searching for an escape.
But there is none.
“You’re ours now, Miss Marvel,” I growl, catching her by the nape and yanking her in for a devastating kiss. She pushes against me, trying to free herself, which only makes me kiss her harder. She gasps when I draw blood, her eyes wild with an intoxicating mixture of fear and arousal.
“Catum,” she breathes.
I nearly correct her, desiring the formality ofMaster Pillaron her lips. But there’s a vulnerability to her that has me wanting to allow her use of my first name. At least for now.
“Ailsa,” I return softly, then kiss her again, this time with all the reverence I feel blossoming deep inside me.
She practically melts into me, no longer trying to fight.
I love it.
Love this.
Loveher.
She’s our intended.
