Page 66 of Monsterland Mayhem
“We were right the first time,” Krolic says, glaring at the cat shifter.
“No, the third time,” he purrs. “Alas, I’ll forgive you. You’ve been out of the game for a while, after all.” He saunters toward us, his bright purple pants flowing like a skirt against his long legs.
“We’re wasting time by being here,” I cut in. “You know it’s dangerous.”
His lips curl into a smile that is all mischievous feline. “Is it? I had no idea.”
“Stop fucking with us, Ches. You said it was urgent.”
He presses a palm to his chest, his pale skin blending with his white blouse. “Did I?”
I fold my arms, not saying anything more. He knows what he wrote on that fucking note.
Sexy Caterpillar,
IHVII4U.
Your Treasure
Can be
Found
Or lost
Here…
Caterpillarwasthe pet name he bestowed upon me, similar to how he often referred to himself asTreasure.
The jumbled mix of letters and a number were easy enough to decipher—I have very important information for you.
And the latter part was decorated with the bloodied roses and paw prints.
“You used to be a lot more fun,” he drawls now, his gaze dancing over my torso to my black jeans. “You barely even put on a show last night,Master Pillar. I was disappointed.”
My jaw clenches at Ches’s indication that he was watching me with Ailsa last night. “Things have changed,” I inform him.
Because Ailsa won’t be shared with the public.
She belongs to me, Krolic, and Craze. No one else.Neveranyone else.
That was solidified last night when I put my tongue on her cunt. She may not have felt it, but it was a fucking declaration. A vow to make her ours.A claim.
Krolic grunts beside me, clearly agreeing with my words.
Watching us share a Beta is a moment of the past. Another lifetime.
Our present and future lie with Ailsa.
And we will not be putting her on display.Ever.
At least, not in that manner. As our queen, yes. But how we worship her in private will remain behind closed doors.
“I see,” Ches murmurs, his catlike eyes fluttering as he blinks long, pink lashes at us. “Well, I suppose we should get to it, then.”
I say nothing. Because that’s what I fucking requested several minutes ago.
He sighs and shakes his head. A serious mask overcomes his usual playfulness, his gaze seeming to harden. “The Queen of Hearts is playing the long game,” he tells us. “I can’t elaborate on what that means, but know that your usual tricks won’t work. She sees through your smoky cloaks, Catum. She sees all.”
