Page 137 of Monsterland Mayhem
I don’t care who is where, just that I’m full. Claimed.Home.
My world.
My chaos.
My own exquisite… happily-ever-after.
Several Days Later
“Where are we?”I ask, staring out at the violet-colored evergreens. It’s the first time I’ve really taken in our surroundings since my mates brought me here after the ritual.
I’ve spent most of my time in the nest.
Nest, I repeat to myself, giddy with excitement. I didn’t understand that term at first, but I do now. I just put the finishing touches on it this morning after stealing a pair of Catum’s boxer briefs.
He piled it high with linens.
I added their clothing.
Because my nest needs to smell like my mates.
A perfect midnight hike,I decide.Cedar. Spice. And a hint of smoke.
“The Violet Forest,” Catum tells me from the kitchen. He’s making a hot chocolate because I never tried the one in the Ice Planes, and he wants to rectify that. “This is where I’m from originally. So it’s my favorite of the homes we own.”
I smile. “I like it here, too.”
He gives me an indulgent look. “After everything we’ve done to you here, you should like it, Ailsa.”
My cheeks flame. I can still feel his and Krolic’s knots pulsing inside me. They shared me this morning as I was coming out of my heat, their cocks stretching my sex so much that I’m surprised I can walk.
But one thing I’m quickly learning is that I’m no longer human.
I heal just like they do.
And from what I understand, all three men are very old.
Immortality exists in this world. My being an Omega has basically turned me immortal, too. Or maybe that’s our mating. I’m not sure.
However, I’m thankful for the perks because it means pregnancy should be easier.
That’s my hope, anyway.
I press a palm to my belly, aware that a little life is growing inside me now. I can’t really sense it, but my mates can. They have no idea who the father is, and from what they’ve told me, it doesn’t matter.
“We’re all the father, baby girl,” he said earlier. “What matters is that you’re both safe and protected.” He kissed me on the forehead, then led me to the kitchen.
He’s sitting at the bar now, scanning some sort of tablet.
And frowning.
“What’s wrong?” I ask him as I slide onto the stool beside him.
“I forgot how much fun it is to be king,” he grumbles. “The kingdom wants a coronation.”
“So you can reclaim your throne?” I guess.
But he shakes his head. “No. So they can meet their new queen.” His green eyes glance my way, his silver hair glintingin the sunlight streaming in from outside through the trees and glass. “I don’t suppose you’re up for a ball?”
