Beauty’s Monstrous Demons

When I was eighteen, I had my tarot cards read, and they said that I’d have four mates.<br/>My scent blockers protect everyone else from knowing what I am, but the second I walk into one of my classes, I’m hit with the most delectable smell of peaches.<br/>If I don't find my mates by my twenty-first birthday, I will fall pray to a curse and fall asleep for a hundred years.<br/>Finding them all is the only way to make that happen, even if they may all be monsters.<br/><br/>Will Beauty find her mates, or fall into her fated slumber?