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She’s all mine. Mine to protect.

My mate.

Chapter three

Belle

Imusthavefallenback asleep at some point. The last thing I recall was Enzo cradling me in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into my ear about how he would keep me safe and that no nightmarish creatures would ever get to me again, and just like that my fears evaporated.

The chilling face of the creepy little girl no longer fills my dreams, and now all I see are all four of my monsters, worshiping my body as if I was the goddess that was promised to them.

In my dreams, I’m sitting on Madoc’s lap, getting finger fucked by his sharp claw. Madoc runs his long, forked tongue up the length of my back, creating a delightful shiver up my spine. Grey shadows us all with the wide span of his wings, his claw teasing at my back entrance, while Nero watches.

He can watch all he wants, I don’t mind. He can watch until he’s blue in the balls, so long as he’s willing to get in on the action at some point too.

Voices echo in the distance, making me stir, but I don’t want to wake from these pleasant dreams just yet.

There will only be a world of nightmares and trouble waiting for me the moment I wake, so I will stay in my blissful dreams a little while longer.

“She’s dreaming about us...” The sentence ends with a creepy psychotic giggle.

Madoc. How I’ve missed that disturbed bastard.

Someone answers with a grumble. “You pervert.”

Grey. The miserable grouch. I’ve missed his sour mug, too.

Madoc cackles again, and I refrain from rolling my eyes. By this point, I’m pretty much awake, but I’m going to pretend to be asleep for a little while longer.

Besides, it’s not as if I will be able to see them. Enzo was nothing but a horned silhouette, not unlike the time when he lived in the human world, and I was his prisoner.

“You guys know she’s awake, right?”

And finally, Nero. My heart does an involuntary lurch. The last time I saw him, he had been dying. Luckily, the enchantress froze time and removed the bullets.

I take it by the neutral sound of his voice that he’s healed. It has been a few months, but for all I know, a hundred years could have passed in the Abyss.

Time moves a little faster here. That was what my father explained before I departed. I just hope I don’t age in the time I spend here.

It was a risk I was willing to take. I don’t care if I die tomorrow of old age, so long as I get to spend my last moments with my monsters.

But dying would really put a damper on my plans to save humanity, so I need to stay alive for as long as I can.

Heaving a sigh, I lean up at last and face the direction of their voices. They’re just shadows to me, and my heart sinks as I yearn to see the face of my crazy flamed-haired bastard Madoc. I’d love to see Grey’s miserable, stony expression too, and Nero’s neural features.

And don’t forget Enzo’s regal lion-like visage.

That reminds me...

Are we at their castle? I can’t see much, but the old threadbare sheets of the cot beneath me hardly match the silken quilts one would expect of four kings.

How did they find me all the way at the border of their realm? I thought the castle was at the heart of the Abyss.

A quiet settles over the room. No one breathes a sound. I think my monsters are just so happy to see me again. I’ve left them speechless.

I’m elated to see them too. Well, their silhouettes.

“My beauty...”


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