Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow

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Total pages in book: 17
Estimated words: 15729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 79(@200wpm)___ 63(@250wpm)___ 52(@300wpm)

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My life had been a series of unfortunate events, each of them a test to see if I could survive the cruelty of men.

All my life, I’d learned that men were nothing but tyrants, their wickedness etched into every demand they gave to those weaker than themselves, every lie they told us, and every betrayal.

I never believed in fated mates—not until I was snatched from the shadows and taken by a winged creature with dark, fierce eyes, fangs, and claws… and a promise of both danger and salvation.

He said I was his. That he wouldn’t let me go. End of story.

Now, I was bound to a monster whose unyielding grasp refused to even loosen. His presence was a storm—violent, irresistible, but strangely, achingly intimate.

And the longer I stayed with him, the further I weakened under the weight of our undeniable connection.

I was caught between forbidden desires and the irrefutable realization that he’d ensure I couldn’t leave… because he was determined to get me pregnant

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PROLOGUE

MARREX

My cock ached, my sac heavy and ready to empty into her. The hum in my length started to become heavier, more prominent. Her hips flared enticingly, and I pictured gripping them and forcing her to take my enormous shaft. I wanted to stare into her eyes as my succa suctioned around her clit and forced her to come.

My cock was hard, the thick knots along the length throbbing as I envisioned all the filthy things I’d do to her.

Taking it in hand, I tightened my hold around that swollen girth. I’d make sure she took every last drop of my seed—day and night—until it was constantly dripping out of her pussy.

I couldn't help but imagine her tiny body under mine as I pistoned in and out before finally feeling her cunt walls clamp around me as she found her release and took mine.

I growled at the vision and pumped my clawed hand faster and harder, more seed dripping out of my tip like a leaky faucet. Every muscle in my body was wound tight.

Holding in my growl of pleasure was torture. I wanted Freydis to awaken, so she could see me masturbating in front of her. I wanted to stare into her eyes as I came and covered her with my cum, even though I couldn’t.

At least not yet.

The big, hairless weights between my thighs tightened with the need to orgasm, but I never had before. That was reserved for when I found my mate, when I was buried balls-deep inside her and she brought forth that which would make me come.

I dug my claws into the stone ground, hissing through my fangs as the pleasure became unbearable while also intangible. With no way to actually orgasm without my cock being buried inside Freydis’s cunt, touching myself like this was more torturous than gratifying.

I felt my pitch-black eyes start to glow with my raging emotions and the sensations coursing through me. I closed my eyes, bared my fangs, let the whap, whap, whap of masturbating fill my ears, and felt my pre-cum ooze between my fingers to then pool on the ground.

And when I stared at her again and Freydis breathed out softly, turning her face toward me, her eyes slowly opening, I couldn’t hold in my grunt of pleasure.

My knots pulsed, my succa wanting to be released so badly to latch onto her clit. I inhaled deeply when she gasped. She was fully awake now and seeing what I did right beside her.

The furs were still pushed away from her body, and I stared at her pert little breasts. I dug my claws even deeper into the stone, scraping them down slowly so they left deep gouges.

The way her breathing increased, her pupils dilating, and how she couldn’t stop watching my massive hand running up and down my equally huge cock, the pleasurable agony was almost too much to handle.

All I could imagine was filling her with cum, then pulling out and covering her body until she was bathed in white ropes of it.

I reached down to the clear pre-seed at the crown of my cock and covered my finger with it.

Then, I ran the digit over her mouth, loving how she parted her lips for me as she gasped. I coated her top then bottom lip fully, my eyes glowing so brightly it painted her in an ethereal glow.

“So pretty,” I snarled and leaned in, inhaling deeply until my nostrils flared. Her body was so tiny, lying atop my massive pallet. I didn't ask to touch her. Instead, I ran my claws over the upper part of her chest. She was so soft, all smooth skin and long hair spread out across the furs. “So mine,” I grunted, and I ran the tip of my nose along her cheek. She cocked her head to the side, giving me better access so I could scent her.

“What’s happening?” she whispered, and I knew it was to herself.

I leaned back, gripped her chin lightly so she was forced to look at me, and said with all the need and conviction in my monstrous voice, “What’s happening is that you’re mine, and I’m claiming my prize soon.”

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FREYDIS

Iwish it were an exaggeration when I said I’d been running my entire life.

But I meant it in every sense of that phrase.

The world was nothing but scorched plains, jagged cliffs, and endless stretches of lands controlled by the feral beasts of this world known as men.

I ran. I survived. But most of all, I endured.

The stories of my world warned of creatures lurking deep in the woods—ones with glowing eyes, horrendous strength, and massive, inhuman bodies.

They called this world cursed, and it was. It was a place where life itself had fangs and claws and could tear you apart.

But I’d never feared the storybook monsters. It was the human men who hunted me, the ones with greedy eyes and cruel hands. They only saw me as a currency.

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Advertisement The Demon (Monsters and Beauties #4) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.books2020.com/the-demon-monsters-and-beauties-4-read-online-jenika-snow Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:16 +0000 http://www.books2020.com/the-demon-monsters-and-beauties-4-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Magic, Novella, Paranormal, Virgin Authors: Jenika Snow Series: Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 18
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I ran from one monster, only to stumble into the clutches of another.

Fleeing a brutal father and a forced marriage, I escaped deep into the forest, hoping to disappear.

Bleeding, exhausted, and desperate, I hid in a cave—but I quickly realized I wasn’t alone.

Something watched me from the darkness.

He was massive, horned… a creature pulled from nightmares.

And the moment his glowing eyes locked onto me, I knew one thing without a doubt. I was his.

Now, I was trapped in his lair, claimed by a beast who refused to let me go.

I thought I was running toward freedom.

But I only ran straight into his arms.

And I was even more terrified, because… I didn’t want to leave

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PROLOGUE

Geraldine

Iwas soaked between my thighs, and I stood there and watched him masturbate. With the firelight casting a golden glow and dark shadows over his gigantic body, I started breathing harder as my desire rose.

Every time his palm moved up to the base of that top shaft, his claw-tipped fingers gripping tightly around just the one, I noticed these ridges becoming visible along the length.

“Your body is glorious. Soft and curvy and perfect in all ways.”

I licked my lips and continued to watch him, not responding.

“I’m going to worship every gorgeous, thick inch of your body with my hands and claws and lick all that creamy flesh with my tongue before I fuck you. You see my ridges?” He slid his hand up to the crown and let me get a good look at the perfectly spaced raised rings around his onyx-colored shaft. “These only become visible when I’m with my mate. These are for your pleasure.”

My throat was tight and my mouth dry. I knew I should stop watching the demon, but the sight was just too arousing. And the sounds he made—the grunts and groans coming from his broad chest—told me he was getting off on me watching him, from smelling my wet pussy.

White seed was thick and constant as it steadily dripped out the wide tips—both of them.

When he got off, did both cocks spew cum? God, why did that turn me on?

My body was primed, wanting something only the demon could give me.

“I’m a virgin,” I blurted, needing him to know, because where this was going told me I’d be on my back with my legs spread before the night was over with. “I can’t take… that.”

He chuckled and took a step closer, his seed dripping onto his thighs and the ground with every step he took.

“Little one, you can take it. You will take me.” He leaned back and gestured down to the shaft still in his palm. “You see all this seed?” He didn’t wait for me to respond. “My cum makes it easy—pleasurable—for my mate to take me deep into her small, human body.” His glowing gaze moved up and down, taking in my form. “Now, take off that shift and show your mate what he’ll be fucking.”

CHAPTER ONE

Geraldine

The night air was thick with the scent of damp earth and pine, and the only sounds were my own ragged breaths and the distant shouts of my father’s guards as I ran and they chased.

My gown was torn, the delicate silk snagging on branches and underbrush as I fled deeper into the forest.

Every step sent jolts of pain through my bare feet as I stumbled over the rough terrain, but I couldn’t stop.

I wouldn’t stop.

I glanced behind me and held in my cry as I saw the torchlight flickering between the trees. The orange glow made my enemies seem like monstrous shadows creeping closer to take me away and keep me as their prisoner.

They were close. Too close. If they caught me, there would be no escape, no mercy. My father had made that clear.

But I refused to be sold off like a pawn in my father’s game of power. I refused to take a husband who was cruel and savage and would beat me daily.

I’d rather die.

I pushed forward, lungs burning, legs trembling with exhaustion. The world around me blurred, my vision darkening at the edges, as desperation took hold.

I couldn’t outrun them. I had to hide. And then—I saw it.

A slight curve in the surrounding rock and earth. It was black and boundless, like the end of the world, and I was running right toward it.

I ran toward that cave, knowing the darkness and the way the ground and rock twisted and curved around it would make the hiding spot hard to see.

It was the only sanctuary I could find on this unforgiving night.

I didn’t hesitate. I ran faster and then lunged forward, my body propelled by sheer instinct, and crossed the threshold. I was sweaty, dirty, my red dress was torn to shreds from running through the forest, and I couldn’t control my panting as I moved farther into the tunnel.

The light and sound of the forest fell away the deeper I went, swallowed by the inky shadows that curled around me. I had my hands on either side of me, the walls rocky and craggy and abrasive against my sensitive flesh.

The cool, damp air wrapped around my fevered skin, and for the first time in what felt like hours, I allowed myself a single breath of relief. But I didn't want to even hope that I was free.

When I was so deep in the cave that I couldn't see my hand in front of my face, I paused and pressed my back to the jagged wall. My heart was slamming against my ribs as I struggled to regain control and catch my breath. I was so dizzy and thirsty, and now that I gave myself a moment to take inventory of my body… I hurt.

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Advertisement Primal (Monsters and Beauties #3) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.books2020.com/primal-monsters-and-beauties-3-read-online-jenika-snow Wed, 17 May 2023 05:16:08 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/primal-monsters-and-beauties-3-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Novella, Paranormal Authors: Jenika Snow Series: Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 25
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They didn’t care who got me pregnant… just that one of them did.
The first time I saw the beasts, I’d wandered off and gotten lost. But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time. I’d been found, just not by something that was human. Bear-beasts. They were myths whispered amongst the villagers and that parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark. Seven-foot-tall creatures covered in fur, with sharp claws, fangs, and the strength of a hundred men. But the creature kept me safe and led me out of the woods. I never saw it again, but I felt it—no, I felt them —watching me. Following me. Stalking me. They waited for me all these years. Protected and provided for me, even when I hadn’t realized it. Now, I was on my own, and not one but three primal beasts had come for me. And what they wanted was To make me theirs in any way they saw fit. I was Goldie, and these were now my three bears.

Reader A Goldie Locks and the Three Bears reimagining. This is a monster romance featuring a human/nonhuman MFMM relationship and HEA.

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Prologue

Goldie

When I was younger, I wandered off from my parents' cottage. I got lost. I cried. I was five years old, walking the woods at night, hearing animals scurrying past me, seeing ominous creatures slinking around.

I found myself by a brook, collapsing and covering my face as I wept, knowing I’d never get home, never again feel the warmth of my bed or taste the sweet flavor of my mother’s porridge she’d give me when I first woke.

But I hadn't been alone. Not the entire time.

It had found me, this creature I only heard about whispered amongst the villagers.

The bear-beasts were myths, things parents told their children before bed to keep them inside, to make them fearful of what lurked in the dark.

Beasts, monsters… the very offspring of the devil himself.

It had found me crying out for my mother.

The creature had been so much bigger than me. It was covered in fur, his body nothing like a human’s. I knew I should have been terrified. It had paws instead of hands. Claws instead of nails.

But when it crouched in front of me, its boxy head tilted to the side, its rounded ears twitching back and forth as if it were taking in the sounds of the wilderness, I felt nothing but ease and comfort.

I knew it wouldn’t hurt me.

The beast hadn’t said a word. To this day, I didn’t know if it even spoke my language. But no words were needed as it held its paw out, waiting for me to slip my hand into it.

And I had.

It led me through the woods and back to my family’s cottage. It waited at the tree line, hidden amongst the shadows and foliage as I walked away and toward the only protection I’d ever known.

I looked back at the creature before entering, seeing its golden, glowing eyes watching me. And then it lifted that massive paw in what I knew was a farewell gesture. And before I turned back around, I saw two more sets of golden eyes, hidden but glowing amongst the shadowy forest… trained right on me.

I never saw the bear-beast again, but I felt it—them—watching me for years after.

Chapter

One

Goldie

Fifteen years later

My parents had died the year before, a horrible accident that had left me alone in every sense of the word.

It had taken the entire time since then for me to come to terms with the fact that I would probably be alone for the rest of my life—to accept it. But as the days passed, I realized I enjoyed my solitude.

Taking care of my home, the animals, and making sure things were stocked for the winter kept me busy in mind and body.

I gathered my cloak and basket, and headed out of the cottage toward the tree line. Harriet, Myrtle, and Louisa, my three chickens, gave me a welcoming “bwak” as I passed by but, after a second, went back to pecking at the ground.

Daisy, the goose, gave me a loud honk in greeting, stretched her wings, and waddled away.

This little homestead was a labor of love, and I’d forever be thankful my parents taught me from a young age how to care for and tend to it. It was hard work, and by the time the sun set, I was exhausted, barely any energy left to even enjoy supper before I cleaned up and went to bed.

The air was chilly, with the promise of fall nipping at my skin. I pulled my cloak tighter, my boots crunching over the debris on the forest floor.

I had one job to do this morning, and that was to pick the pink berries that only ripened this time of year and grew by the brook deep within the woods. The same brook that held the most incredible, if not frightening and exciting, memory I held.

The walk was long, and the higher I ascended, the chillier and thinner the air became. And the closer I got, the clearer the memory of that night the bear-beast saved me played through my mind.

I broke through the trees to a small clearing, where the brook descended the mountain into the village. The sound of the rushing water and the scent of its cleanliness washed around me. I stood there for a moment just taking in the scene.

A small animal scurried across the forest floor somewhere close. A woodpecker was going to work on a tree. I stepped closer to the babbling brook, droplets of the icy water splashing on the hem of my skirting.

The pink berry bush was on the other side of the water, and I slowly made my way across the natural bridge of flattened rocks until I reached it.

It was several minutes after I crouched and started picking the bright-pink berries off and putting them in my basket that the skin on the back of my neck prickled.

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Advertisement The Hunter (Monsters and Beauties #2) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.books2020.com/the-hunter-monsters-and-beauties-2-read-online-jenika-snow Wed, 07 Sep 2022 22:27:51 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-hunter-monsters-and-beauties-2-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance Authors: Jenika Snow Series: Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 42
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What if the big bad wolf kidnapped Little Red Riding Hood solely for his pleasure?
After my grandmother passed away, it left me with this feeling of emptiness. I had a dead-end job, no friends or family, and I was trying to navigate this new world while being utterly alone.
The perfect solution? Take a once in a lifetime trip to Alaska and reconnect with the wilderness and all the things that make me happy.
Being isolated in a cabin with no electricity, running water, or cell service sounded perfect until I roughed it in the wild and realized this might not have been the best idea.
Things were going great until they weren’t, and I realized I wasn’t alone. It was the hunter, and I was its prey.
And when I finally came face-to face with my stalker, it wasn’t anything I could have pictured in my wildest dreams.
He was a monster, a literal furry, huge werewolf looking beast that said he chose me as his mate, and I was now his.
It took me to his lair where he touched me, licked me… gave me pleasure. And despite knowing I had to fight him and this new reality, I wanted more.
Wolf might be terrifying to look at, bigger and stronger than anything I could ever imagine, but his sole purpose was to please me.
The real question was, did I ever want to go back to civilization and the life I once knew?

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Prologue

Marcella

I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet as the creature came closer. I fell on my ass but didn’t stop retreating, my lungs burning as I hyperventilated.

The creature was wolf-like, but… not. It was some monstrous animal/human hybrid that was plucked out of my damn nightmares.

It came closer, his body hunched over as it walked on all fours.

When the thick trunk of a tree stopped me from retreating, I wanted to scream, to fight back. But I was terrified, unable to move, this cold dread washing over me.

When it was ten feet from me it stopped, the shadows of nightfall shrouding too much of this beast. I could make out its massive body and inhuman head, and see a longer face, snout, sharp teeth, and fur covering its entire form.

And then the thing slowly rose to stand on two hind legs, its calves angled like wolves’ so they looked bent.

It came closer; the ground vibrating from how powerful its steps were. The thing had to be at least seven feet tall, with bulging arms, and hands that were more like paws tipped with black claws. It had a thick, furry tail that was moving back and forth, reminiscent of a predator about to pounce.

God… the thing was naked and aroused, and what hung between its legs was massive.

“No,” I whispered and shook my head, holding my hands out as if that would actually ward it off.

I trailed my gaze up its barreled chest and to its wolf-like face.

Holy shit.

Although it looked like a wolf—werewolf, my mind whispered—it held very clear intelligence behind its dark eyes as it watched me.

“Oh God. Please. Please don’t hurt me.” My voice was whisper-thin. I wasn’t even sure I’d spoken the words aloud. “W-what are you?” It was so close now that all I smelled was this wild scent that clung to it.

Here was this primitive creature crowding me, breathing on me… refusing to give me space. It was going to eat me. I was sure of it. Why else would it be here? What other purpose would it have for me?

Not it. He. This creature was clearly male given what he was working with.

“I’m the one who is going to make you mine.”

I shook my head and lashed out, raking my nails along his chest, feeling hard, defined muscle underneath. He was fast as he snapped his paw out and curled it around my wrist, my palm and fingers so tiny compared to his.

I felt this survival instinct rise as I started to scream and kick out, but I was like an annoying gnat compared to him, I was sure.

And when he let go of my wrist to grab my ankle, stopping my foot from connecting with the huge thing he had between his legs, I screamed again. But this time it was in fear. Bone-chilling fear.

He stood and started dragging me away like I was a damn sack of potatoes.

I twisted my body, clawing at the ground, dirt digging underneath my nails. Tears made my vision blurry, and then the world turned as he lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder.

For a second, the wind was knocked out of me as my stomach connected with his shoulder, and I lay there flopping around from his movements.

And then he picked up speed, running, so it forced me to grip the long, dark fur that covered him and hold on, sobbing uncontrollably.

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Advertisement The Beast (Monsters and Beauties #1) Read Online Jenika Snow http://www.books2020.com/the-beast-monsters-and-beauties-1-read-online-jenika-snow Sat, 18 Jun 2022 16:14:25 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-beast-monsters-and-beauties-1-read-online-jenika-snow Genre: Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Novella, Romance Authors: Jenika Snow Series: Monsters and Beauties Series by Jenika Snow
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What if the Beast never turned into the prince? My father had just sold me off. Bartered my body to erase his debt to the very devil himself. A Beast of a man. Literally. A creature whispered about amongst the villagers and feared by all. He was a beastly visage at three times the size of a man, his monstrously huge body covered in fur. Sharp fangs and eyes that held an unearthly red glow. He had pawlike hands tipped with claws and horns that arched back from his inhuman face. I was to live with him, to be his in every way—all ways—he saw fit. I was to be his wife, and so I offered myself up as the proverbial sacrifice to the very devil himself. I just didn’t expect to enjoy being with a monster as much as I did.
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Prologue

Beast

They called me the Beast.

A literal monster that stayed high in the mountains, my castle overlooking the village like an ominous presence.

They feared me. Rightfully so.

I was not friendly. I did not care about them or their hardships or issues. And they did not care about me either.

They would do well to treat me like the ravenous, rabid creature I was.

So I stayed away, secluded myself with minimal staff to run the castle, and let my inner rage be my companion.

Until the sun set.

That was when I ventured into the night. That was when I stalked the cobblestone streets of the village.

That was when I hunted her.

Belle was a human female I had known nothing about, but she instantly called to something dark and primal inside of me.

Ever since that first glimpse all those nights before, when I hid within the shadows and watched her come out of a small shop, I was positively transfixed.

Mesmerized.

Obsessed and territorial.

Because she was mine.

I did not fear anything and was not ashamed of my appearance or the barbaric way I acted. It was who I was, the animal I had been born.

But still, I kept to the shadows, not wanting the villagers or, most of all, Belle to see me. I feared I would frighten her away, that she would see the ugly visage of my face and body, my horns and claws, fangs and tusks, and scream as she ran from me.

But then there was the very thought of her running or me chasing her, hunting her down through the woods as I stalked my most precious prey.

I crouched low on my haunches, digging my claws into the dirt, staring at the small bakery she had just entered.

I could barely see her through the window from my positioning, but moments later, she stepped out, her long dark hair hanging over one shoulder in an intricate braid.

I could not help but envision wrapping one of my meaty paws around those silky strands and tugging her head back, baring her throat and looking at the soft spot where her neck and shoulder met.

Although I did not need to mark her, did not need to sink my fangs into her to lay claim, I still would. I would hold her in place with my teeth at her throat as I pushed my too-big cock into her and made her take every inch.

She would stretch so nicely around me, cry that it hurt, that I was too large, but I would make her feel so good she would be begging me for more.

I would ensure that.

She wore a light blue dress with a white apron tight around her hourglass waist, her body so lush and curvaceous that my cock instantly stood at attention, the heavy, ribbed length pulsing behind my trews, pre-cum already starting to drip out and dampen the front of the material.

I growled low and reached down, curling a big clawed paw around the girth, stroking myself like a deviant as I watched her adjust her basket before she left the village and made her way toward the small cottage she shared with her father.

Her father was a worthless human who spent what little money they had on gambling. If not for Belle, they would have no roof over their heads or food in their bellies.

But his downfall would be my gain.

I watched Belle until she disappeared, and only then did I focus back on the village center. The sun had set long before now, the townspeople scurrying away into their homes.

I kept close to the buildings as I prowled the village, stopping once I got to the tavern where I knew Maurice, Belle’s father, would be, where I had sent Pierre, one of my staff, to be present before sunset.

I looked through the sash window and into the pub. The antler chandelier hung in the center of the room from wooden beams that ran vertically across the ceiling, shining a yellow glow across all it touched.

The tables were scuffed and scarred, spilled ale covering the tops, and dripping onto the floor. I searched for Pierre and saw him over by the long planked bar, a mug of alcohol in his hand, his focus on Maurice.

Pierre was a spindly man, nonthreatening, and the perfect person to do my bidding. Because Gaston would see him as nothing of importance.

Although I could very well take Belle without this charade or planning, could rip Gaston’s head from his neck, I did not want to start my nuptials with Belle on the wrong foot, as the humans would say.

I focused on Maurice, who sat at the table with Gaston and a few of his minions, wooden chips they used as currency in their games in the center of the table.

Maurice was sweating, his face glistening with droplets that caught the light, his cheeks ruddy, and his hands buried in his hair as the sheer panic swamped him.

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