Page 6 of Monsterland Mayhem

Then she bolts, just like I desire.

I follow her with my gaze, aware of her every movement. Her sweet scent curls around me in a welcome kiss, that elixir already working its magic.

First, she’ll glow.

Then, she’ll burn.

And finally, we’llchase.

Graves, I can’t fucking wait to hunt her.

Our Omega.

Our future queen.

I’ve dreamt of this moment for centuries, of when our circle would finally claim our intended. Of when we would finally becomplete.

Krolic discovered Ailsa two years ago, but she wasn’t ready then.

Oh, but she is absolutely ready now,I think, smiling as she runs.

Ailsa’s the salvation we’ve been searching for. The Omega who can give our true king an heir.

Welcome to Monsterland, my sweet girl,I whisper to her.But watch your step. It’s a long… way… down.

I slip back into the shadows and wander into the mist between our realms.

It’s time to prepare. That elixir will work quickly, giving us a handful of days to convince her to be ours. Because while we may be Alphas, we still value consent.

Mostly, anyway.

Seduction is an art form.

And sometimes all an Omega needs is a little taste of oblivion to willingly fall into the illustrious pit of eroticism and carnal pleasure.

Tempt you, we will,I think.Beg us, you will.

Because an Alpha’s touch is all that will save her now.

The elixir has awoken her dormant spirit.

In one week’s time, she’ll be screaming with need. Demanding satisfaction. And it will take all three of us to please her. Fuck her.Claim her.

Catum meets me in the darkness, his eyes lit up like twin flames in the night. “The androgynous voice was a bit much,” he says conversationally.

My lips curl. “It worked though, didn’t it?”

“I think your comments on breeding are what set her off,” he returns.

“Hmm.” He has a point. “I thought Omegas were supposed to supplicate and beg to be fucked. The notion of breeding should have excited her, not scared her.”

“I don’t think Ailsa Marvel is an ordinary Omega,” he murmurs, a hint of admiration underlining her name.

“Is anything in our world ordinary?” I ask him.

He shrugs. “I suppose that depends on your definition ofstrange.”

As though to punctuate that point, the dark hole around us begins to spin, stirring the hairs along my nape. In a blink, a land of color appears, the purple-rooted trees a stark contrast to the evergreens of the realm we just left behind.