Page 7 of Beauty's Monstrous Demons

My head feels fuzzy, and my skin is flushing uncomfortably. Searching for the origin of the scent since I’m sitting in the second row away from everyone else, I meet the swirling blue-green eyes of my professor as he glares at me. It feels as if I'vebeen punched in the chest, but I fist my hands in my lap, forcing myself not to rub it.

I won’t give anything away. The pain I feel only I know, my face is written with indifference as I pull out my notebook and a pen.

Is the scent of peaches coming from him?I don’t know what it means, but I can hear Madam Sera’s voice in my head telling me to trust my instincts.

How do I do that though when I don't know what any of this means?

CHAPTER 2

PHENEX

Who is this child in my classroom? My nostrils flare as I inhale without expression, the scent of cherries and cream immediately making my dicks hard. I’ve been waiting five hundred fucking years to meet my omega, and she’s a fetus!

No one else pays attention to her as they pass by her, and I can’t figure out why. All I can smell is her fucking scent, and all I can think about is lifting her dress to eat her pussy out on my desk while telling everyone to fuck off. Her almost colorless blue eyes rip themselves away from mine, stealing my breath as well.

Fuck, why did that hurt so badly? Does she know what just happened?

Lips pressed together, I straighten, hiding my raging erection behind my lectern. Thank goodness this school is old fashioned enough to have one in the lecture halls, otherwise this would be a class that bordered on porn.

Everything about me is large. I’m nine feet tall, my clothes need to be specially tailored to fit, and even now the zipper in my pants threatens to burst from the pressure of my dual cocks.I didn’t think this would be happening today, not after so many years of waiting.

Why does she have to be so tiny and fragile? A goddamned human at that, who seems clueless about the momentous event happening here. I always knew my mate would be human, it’s everything else about her that I can’t stand.

Why won’t she look at me?

“Everyone find your seats!” I call out, my voice easily heard throughout the room. The little omega winces at the tone, but I can’t help that.

A part of me wants to hurt her in my frustration, though the part that is fated to be tied to her feels the pain two-fold. I’ll never be attracted to another being, never be able to fuck anyone else. I'm only interested in her.

“I expect you to have read the syllabus and also the first chapters of the required reading for today,” I begin. My eyes are on the omega as she bobs her head absently, her fingers tightly holding her pen.

Maybe she’s not as unaffected as she’s pretending to be…

Inhaling to continue to speak, I almost choke on the scent of cherries. Fuck, it’s going to be the sweetest torture to have her in my class all semester.

The next words are said because I’m possessive. There’s a ring of seats around her that people are avoiding, and I want to keep the space around her. If I could have her seated in the front row, I would.

“Please look around you and note where you’re seated, these will be your seats for the rest of the semester,” I say. I lower my voice just a touch, and I watch the omega’s shoulders slowly unbunch from her ears.

It makes me happy to watch her relax slightly, but then I watch the panic in her eyes as they rise to meet mine. Yeah, baby girl, you’re stuck with me.

I haven’t done assigned seating in forty-odd years. I don’t care if anyone complains, I make the rules here.

“There are no drinks or food while you’re in my class outside of a water bottle. Make sure you eat before you come to class. Now, let’s get started,” I say. I need to know the girl’s name who is fated to be mine, and it’s pissing me off that she’s no longer looking at me.

I’m a possessive fuck, and I need her attention.

“You there, blondie,” I murmur with a small smirk. “Tell me about the political climate to begin with between monsters and humans?”

“They were deeply at odds with each other,” she says, glancing up. “They both hunted each other, the deaths creating a plague seven hundred years ago that finally changed everything.”

Which means she shouldn’t fucking exist.

What humans don’t know is that the plague killed the entire population of omegas. Monsters who were mated to them died from broken hearts, and there was also a decline in births. It’s only due to science and quickly created vaccines that monsters were able to continue to have children.

Otherwise, the population would have been overridden by humans. While in the past, monsters and omegas could scent match and have children, it was never acceptable to be seen in public. These matches were done in secret.

Maybe, if both sides understood how much they needed the other, I wouldn’t be lecturing in front of the last living omega. I know in my heart she’s all that’s left.

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