Claimed by The Fae KingMated To The Fae King Book Four
Bailey Dark
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BLURB
‘His lips tug at mine, tongue sweeping across my bottom lip sensually. I inhale sharply, desire mingling with my anger to birth a passion in me I’ve never felt before.’
A new enemy has awoken in the darkness of the Fae realm.
Altair wants two things; to save his kingdom, Alnembra, from its shadowy enemies, and to be free to love the woman he chooses.
He may not succeed in either.
Verity escaped from the Ether determined to defeat the Dark God who imprisoned her and be reunited with Altair. Now, she faces new enemies and the terrible truth of Altair’s fate now that he slipped from her fingers. She is the Curse-Breaker no more.
Together, with allies and enemies, they must travel through the wastelands to unearth the secrets that lay hidden in its haunted ruins. Altair will discover just how much he would neglect his duties as King for Verity as she tempts the dark magic inside herself.
Contents
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
Coming Next
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Chapter 1
Altair
Sadal slashes at me with an ebony dagger and I leap back, breathing hard. Sweat shines on my forehead as I dance around Sadal’s deadly attacks. Beyond the walls of the tent, I can hear my forces clashing with the demons and the Bloodbane witches.
I block one of Sadal’s blows with my own short blade and dart away to create some distance between us. His eyes are dark, but they’ve lost their otherworldly glimmer. He’s nothing more than a Fae like me now. I lunge forward, the thought giving me courage. I swipe at him and blood blooms on the white sleeve of his loose tunic. He growls, glowering at me. A flash of satisfaction flits through me at the sight and I grin.
“How does it feel, Sadal?” I ask, breathing hard.
“I’ll tell you how it feels when you’re bleeding out at my feet,” he snaps.
I duck as one of his daggers flies through the space my head just occupied. Gritting my teeth, I rush him, blade raised. He dodges me, his dagger digging into my ribs. Pain flares in my side, like a hot poker against my flesh. I hiss in pain, dancing out of his reach. I touch my ribs lightly and pull my hand into the light; it glimmers with blood. He grins wickedly, prowling around me like a predator.
“When I’m done with you,” he purrs, “The demons will spread across the continent, killing everything in their path. You’ve failed, Altair.”
“I won’t have failed until I’m dead,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Just prolonging the inevitable.” His smile stretches wide.
I’ve been waiting for this moment for weeks now, since I saw Sadal sling Verity over his shoulder. My blood pounds loudly in my ears, drowning out the sounds of battle around us. Flashes of light in the distance, and I know the sun soldiers are lighting huge swaths of enemies on fire. But I have eyes only for Sadal.
My enemy and I lunge for each other’s throats. We clash violently, bodies slamming together. We wrestle, my arm locked tightly around Sadal’s throat. He claws at my face, tearing gashes in my cheeks. I grit my teeth and force the dagger from his hand, tossing it aside. His eyes bulge as my arm squeezes around his windpipe. Suddenly, the tent flap flies open, the light of dawn spilling into the room.
“We have to retreat, the demons –”
My head snaps towards Maaz’s voice. Her blue eyes are wide, locked on Sadal, slowly suffocating in my grip. She snarls, perfect lips curled back over perfect teeth. I roll to the side, releasing Sadal, just as she leaps at me.
She swipes at me with her poisoned tipped blade, looking wild. “Altair,” she cackles. “I should have known you were behind this.”
“Behind what?” I ask, dodging her dagger.
“The demons are loosed,” she hisses. “What have you done to him?”
I slam into her, using my height and weight to knock the slight woman off her feet. Her dagger falls from her hands when she crashes into the floor. She rolls to the side, but I leap on top of her, dragging her away from her blade. She writhes beneath me, screaming for Sadal. He’s coughing, hand on his throat but he can hardly rise. I grin, a sense of victory welling inside me at the sight of him crippled.
Maaz punches me, her nails raking over my other cheek. I hiss and wrap one hand around her slim neck. With my free hand, I draw my dagger and hoist it over her heart. Her eyes widen with fear, spittle flying from her red lips. It’s as if time stops, a perfect moment, frozen in time. I stare down at the woman who wasted a thousand years of my life and helped the dark god steal Verity from me. Quiet joy builds in my chest and my skin prickles with anticipation.
“This will be so satisfying,” I murmur, smiling coldly.
Before she can speak, I thrust the blade into her chest. It slips smoothly through her muscles and between her ribs, into her heart. She gasps, blooding leeching from between her lips. Red always was her color. I close my eyes, waiting to feel the weight of the curse lifted. Waiting to feel the oozing of her magic slip from my veins.
Maaz laughs, the sound strangled and soft. Her blue eyes are bright, a smile on her bloodied lips. “Permanent now,” she cackles breathlessly.
“What are you talking about?” I
