Page 7 of My Fated Minotaur Hero

But mostly I want to tell her she’s safe with me. I wouldnever harm her. But, yeah ... I can’t really let her leave at the moment. This is a bit of a pickle.

She nods, still wide-eyed. And despite the panic coursing through me – what if someone comes down here? I’ve got a bar full of monsters upstairs! What if word gets out? It could ruin me! – Still, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement. Despite the danger, or maybe partly because of it, I can feel my manhood stir.

But I can see the headline in the Fablewood Daily, “Bullhorn Tavern Harbors Human!” The last thing I need with all this debt over my head is a scandal.

She brings me back to the moment with another random sentence.

“Is this the part where you take me into your maze and eat me? Pretty sure that’s what the typical mythical minotaur does ...

“Um, no. I am not your typical minotaur ...”

Oh, this is bad all right. So very, very bad.

But then why do I feel so very, very good?

As a matter of fact, I don’t think I have ever felt better.

I feel the blood rushing through me as I feel my body awaken in a way I have never experienced.

Every single part of me is awakening as a matter of fact.

Manhood? Check.

Yup. Boy howdy, that’s wide awake alright.

CHAPTER 3

OLIVIA

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

This isn't happening. This can't be happening. I squeeze my eyes shut, counting to ten. When I open them, he'll be gone. The room will be normal. I'll wake up drooling on some dusty tome in the library basement.

One... two... three...

I peek.

Nope. Still here. And still a freaking minotaur.

"You okay there, sweetheart?" His voice is deep, rumbling, and far too amused for my liking. "You look a little... overwhelmed."

I snort. Understatement of the century.

Holy fucking cannolis, it speaks.Hespeaks. And he’s so ... muscular. Language Liv! And uh, not the time for your dark fantasies!

"Overwhelmed?” I am half surprised at this point that I can speak. This almost feels like it could be real. “No, no, I'm fine. Totally fine. Just chatting with a bull-headed Adonis among a few dozen piles of beer crates. Perfectly normal Friday night."

He chuckles, and I hate how the sound sends a shiver down my spine. "Adonis? Really?"

The beast somehow manages to crack a charming smile.

Why am I feeling tingles all through my body?

“How are you speaking?”

I am vaguely aware I am challenging my hallucination.

I wish I could make myself faint.

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