Page 117 of Mate of a Monster

The beast didn’t leave me, right?

“Beast!” I scream, lungs pumping faster.

Still, I’m met with no answer.

My teeth clench.

I want to be angry. I grasp for it. But I can’t help the stinging in my eyes. Weakness.

Worthlessness.

Abandonment.

I sink my teeth into my lips to stop the trembling, growling through the ache.

I stop when I reach the top of the hillside.

A memory stands in front of me wearing the shape of my world. My old world.

The ridge opens up to the cliffs beyond. There—cutting across the black rock like a blade through silk—is—me.

It’s me, but not the current me.

Then me.

Hair longer and wilder, clothes torn differently, and blade in hand—I move along the cliffside with that restless edge.

My whole body goes still while my mind sprints in circles trying to make sense of it.

Another figure steps into view below.

Legend.

Oh, well. That explains the pressure behind my ribs and yank in my chest.

He stalks the cliffs like he owns the damn planet, every line of him sharp and poised. Every bit of him looks the King he is. I’ve never noticed more than now how much he doesn’t belong on these lands.

This place is just not enough for a man such as him to even grace it with his presence.

My mate is fucking delicious. Even from here, I can feel the heat of him. The singular focus that made him terrifying the first time somehow looks worse now that I know what I’m looking at. And not in the sense of fear, but self-preservation.

There is no preserving when it comes to Legend Deveraux.

The man was made to eat you up and spit you out. And I was made to want him to do exactly that.

Man, I’m a fucking—what am I again?

My train of thought refocuses when he crouches down like the hunter he is, nerves sparking to life under my skin.

“What the fuck am I watching right now?” I whisper, the scene replaying in my mind.

Past me goes rigid before fully turning.

I realize right then what I’m seeing.

It’s the day Legend came to the island and claimed me as his.

I’m seeing through the eyes of the Island; and it’s as freaky as it is fascinating.