Wed to the Basilisk: Arranged Monster Mates

No one touches my bride. No one but me.

I am the last basilisk on Alia Terra. As I roam my lands, loneliness muddles my mind and pumps violence into my veins until I don’t recognize myself. Soon I’ll become a feral beast – unless I mate.

The matchmaking temple is the only way a creature like me, scaly, fanged, and with lethal eyes, can marry. Soon, I have a match. My temple bride is everything I dream of: sweet, resolute, her delicious scent calming my rage with the first inhale.

It seems like it will work out until a human male barges in the temple, grabbing my bride so hard she cries out, and tries to drag her away. My fury burns too hot to control. I unleash my lethal sight, killing him on the spot.

My bride is terrified, cringing away from me. Will she ever trust me again after this?