Destined For The Fae KingMated To The Fae King Book Two
Bailey Dark
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Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
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“She shivers as I drag my tongue across her jugular. It’s been too long since I kissed this woman. Too long since I felt her heat in my arms. She writhes against me, panting, and I grin ferally. “
Verity Chastain almost died saving her sadistic, charming kidnapper from the curse that threatened to take his life and destroy his kingdom. But something awoke inside her when she broke his curse, something dark.
Struggling to discover her past and her future, Verity pulls away from the one man who could save her. With their relationship fraying at the seams, Altair is desperate to find a way to save his kingdom from the Bloodbane witches. When news arrives that the Bloodbane are preparing to start a war, Altair’s desperation reaches new heights.
Dark forces are brewing on Alnembra’s borders, as they are in Verity’s heart.
Chapter 1
Verity
The healer bends over my belly, his lips pursed as they study what’s left of the stab wound. I wince as he prods the laceration delicately; even the smallest touches send the pain flaring. He murmurs to himself and then withdraws a salve from his robes. It smells pungent, like ginger or mustard. I wrinkle my nose as he swipes the yellow cream over the gash in my belly.
Almost every day the healers have a new cream to apply to aid in the healing process. They seem almost baffled that I haven’t healed completely yet after two weeks. But I’m human, not Fae. I clamber to my feet and lift my arms so the healer can wrap a bandage around my belly. His fingers are cool and nimble, like little kisses of snow against my skin.
When he’s finished, I tug my shirt back down over my belly. He passes me the cane with a smile. “Many blessings, Curse-Breaker,” he says bowing.
I force a smile. “Many blessings.”
Curse-Breaker. That’s what the servants and healers have been calling me in whispered breaths. No one saw what happened between Altair, Maaz, and I. No one knows that breaking the curse was as simple as pledging my life to his – whatever that means. I inhale sharply, staring into empty space. I know what it means. I know what it meant.
I swallow thickly. My engagement to Henry ended in such a mess I’m in no hurry to be engaged again. And yet here I am – sworn to a Fae King. The cane is a heavy weight in my hands as I force myself to lean on it and leave the healer’s chambers. I do my best to stand tall while supporting myself on the cane, but in the end, I look like a hunched old woman.
I pass halls filled with smiling servants and stoic guards. They bow or curtsy as I pass before returning to their duties. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the strange obeisance they show me. I’m not a Curse-Breaker or a hero, I’m just a girl. Altair hasn’t noticed any difference in the Fae’s behavior, but he’s kept busy running his country for the first time in a thousand years.
I bite my lip as I think of him; the man I swore myself to. He hasn’t pressed me for marriage yet, but I can only assume that’s because of my injury. I almost don’t want the gash to heal if it can put off my future. My uncertain future. With the wound, I know what happens day in and day out.
Breakfast. Reading. Lunch. Healers. Dinner. A short visit from Altair. Sleep.
The days are boring and drag on, but I know at the end of them I won’t be pressed for decisions. There’s too much for me to think about. Too many questions. And right now, the only question on my mind, the only one that constantly plagues me, is who I am. What I am. I slow as I approach the library. The halls are always emptier around the library, I don’t feel so rushed to make my way out of the eyes of the servants and guards.
Altair and others insist that the Bloodbane oath flows through my veins. I know it’s true. I felt it when the witches kidnapped me and held me so tightly. I felt it when I said the words that ended Altair’s curse. I feel it now. My Bloodbane ancestry is like lead in my veins. I feel it always, a constant pressure. It’s a reminder of what abilities and powers lie in store for me. Even that is a mystery. Altair refuses my questions about the Bloodbane, my requests to know my own history. I grimace, my past and future feels lost to me.
At the door of the library I pause and catch my breath. Walking long distances, even from one end of the palace to the other, often leaves me short of breath now. I come to the library almost every day searching for answers or clues as to who I am and what my covenant with Altair means.
This world of magic, Fae, and witches is new to me. New and unfamiliar. And wholly different from anything I expected when I imagined these fantastical realms before. There is only one thing about myself and my blood I’m certain of. The Bloodbane witches gain their power from their binding to Sadal Malik. They wed him figuratively and he gives them
