Page 97 of Monsterland Mayhem
“I’m sorry,” I manage to say, my mouth thick.
Was it all a dream?
“Hmm,” she hums, tapping her foot. “Well, I’ll have Tabitha bring you something to eat while you wait for Doctor Tav. Just do exactly as he says. We can’t have you dying down here.”
With that lovely sentiment, she flips her long white-blonde hair over her shoulder and leaves the way she came.
I don’t breathe until the sound of her heels is nothing but a memory.
I’m home. In my district. And I missed my birthday ceremony.
That… that can’t be right.
I was in that bathroom in a towel, telling the three Alphas that I didn’t need to be hunted, that I would say I chose them.
Craze brought me here.
I was in a towel. And I…
Frowning, I glance down to find myself clothed in my usual servant uniform—dusky brown pants and a plain white T-shirt.
Pushing myself upright, I look to my partially open wardrobe and spy the blue-and-white ceremonial dress hanging from the mirrored door.
My stomach clenches.No. No, that can’t be right.
Craze, Krolic, and Catum are real.
Everything we experienced… it was too much to be a dream.
Except even the shoes are sitting on the ground, waiting to be worn.
My hands begin to shake, the tremble working its way up my arms as Tabitha appears on the stairs. Her head is bowed as she descends, her timid demeanor reminding me of my own when I first started in Baroness Clarice’s manor.
Only, Tabitha seems a bit more on edge now. Maybe because she’s had to work overtime the last few days to cover for my absence.
She creeps toward me with the tray, not once looking up.
We don’t know each other well; she just started working here thirteen months ago, and she’s eight years younger than me. Still, I don’t like her posture. It’s a little too broken down, as though something happened recently to completely break her spirit.
“Are you okay?” I ask her under my breath, aware that there are listening devices everywhere in this manor.
Baroness Clarice takes her security seriously, and that includes monitoring her staff. But she hasn’t taken much interest in me these last few years, likely because I’ve been with her home long enough to know my place and how to properly do my job.
Although, her security is how she learned about my frequent trips to the forest.
She didn’t like my “little adventures,” as she called them, but she never told me to stop them. Just said it wasn’t safe and that I’d better not catch a chill.
It seems I failed that requirement.
Assuming I’ve truly been ill, I think, frowning again.It couldn’t have been a dream. My Alphas are real. I can still smell them. Can stillfeeltheir touch.
Krolic marked me between my thighs.
I can sense it.
The way his knot pulsed inside me.
His seed.
