Young.
Mine.
Fuck, yeah…
After all this time, all the waiting, my mate is coming to me.
The scent gets stronger as she approaches. Sweet and warm. She’s scared…I can smell it…but she’s not running away. She’s riding straight toward my castle.
Brave little thing. Or stupid. Either way, I’m keeping her.
My cock is hard as a rock. My knot, already swelling. Every instinct I’ve spent decades suppressing roars to life with a vengeance.
Mine. Mate. Take. Claim. KNOT.
“Sire?” Gideon’s voice echoes from somewhere in the castle. He’s my former captain of the guard, now a talking sword. “Someone’s approaching.”
“I know,” I growl, and even I can hear the rabid possessiveness in my voice.
“Should we prepare a guest room?” That’s Rosalie, the former head of staff, now an enchanted mirror.
“Preparemyroom,” I correct. “She’s not sleeping anywhere else.”
“Perhaps we should let the lady decide…” Adrien, my old valet, now a candlestick, starts.
“No.” I’m already moving toward the entrance hall. “She came here. To my castle. She’s mine.”
The scent is getting stronger. Closer. I can hear hoofbeats approaching on the road.
But under her fear and determination, I smell something else. Arousal…
She’s not even here yet, and her body is already responding to me. Her omega recognizes what her mind hasn’t registered yet.
I am her alpha. Her mate. The one she was fucking made for.
The curse said she has tochooseme. That she has to love the Beast.
And by the way her scent is already changing? How her body is already calling to mine? That’s not going to be a fucking problem.
I plant myself in the shadows of the entrance hall. I want to see her before she sees me. Want to watch her walk into my home, my lair, my trap. The enchantment might have brought her here, but I’m the one who’s going to make sure she stays. Forever.
The gates open and she rides through. Her scent fucking FLOODS the castle. Sweet, perfect and fuckingmine mine mine.
I can hear her dismount. Hear her boots on the stone steps. Hear her heart racing as she pushes open the doors.
My claws flex. My fangs ache. My cock is rock hard and leaking.
The curse wanted her to choose the Beast? Perfect. Because I’m gonna make sure she can’t choose anything else.
The doors open, she steps inside, and I get my first real glimpse of my little omega…not just her scent, buther, standing in my entrance hall, looking around with beautiful, big brown eyes, and curves for fucking days.
Mine.
Two
Belle
I’m going to punch my father in the face when I get back.
