Stolen By The Fae King (Mated To The Fae King Book 1)

by Bailey Dark

  Stolen By The Fae King

  Mated To The Fae King - Book One

  Bailey Dark

  Copyright © 2019 by Bailey Dark

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  Contents

  BLURB

  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

  Chapter 21

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  BLURB

  “She’s beautiful. But she doesn’t care for me. If anything, she hates me. I watch her as she fidgets under my gaze, biting her plump lips. Those lips. I can’t decide if I should nibble on them or simply yell at her for frustrating me so thoroughly.”

  Almost a thousand years have passed since King Altair of the Fae kingdom Alnembra was cursed by Maaz, a Bloodbane witch. A beast by day and a Fae man by night, Altair is desperate to find the Key. Now, the curse has almost run its course, but not before he discovers the existence of a woman who could break the curse and save him and his people.

  Verity Chastain lives a normal life in New York City. On her wedding day, a beast swoops down from the sky to carry her into a world of fantasy and magic. Disbelieving and stubborn, Verity struggles to accept her new reality.

  She and Altair go head to head in this fantasy-fueled romance. Can she find a way to break his curse? Or will he die as the physical manifestation of his sadistic personality; a beast?

  Chapter 1

  Altair

  The purple hue of the dusky sky is fringed with orange. The sun is rising, though the daylight hasn’t yet driven out the night. The stars are still visible, winking above the city and the palace. From the roofless tower, I can hear my people below. The sounds of the city echo towards me, reaching high into the sky. Music and laughter. Laughter that will soon fall silent forever.

  I narrow my eyes, staring angrily towards the mountain range in the distance. I can almost see Maaz and her Bloodbane witches soaring over the mountain peaks on their deadwood brooms. But it’s only a flock of birds.

  I’m running out of time. The night is disappearing, and the days are passing too quickly. I relish the night. Every morning, as dawn approaches, I can’t escape the memory of the day Maaz cursed me. Cursed me to become the beast she saw when I refused her. I close my eyes, envisioning the moment.

  Maaz, dressed in the blood-red gown slinked into my throne room as if it were hers already. She had dragged her long, black fingernails across my throat and down my chest, grinning.

  I will never forget that grin. Cursed, she had said. Cursed for a thousand years or until I find a Bloodbane witch to break the spell and bind herself to me willingly. Cursed to die, along with all of my people, at the end of the thousand years.

  And time is running short.

  My stomach twists as Maaz’s cruel smirk flashes through my mind again. The wind caresses my cheek, and I open my eyes to stare down at my city once more. My coat snaps out behind me as the wind speed picks up. It’s coming from the West, towards the mountains.

  I scowl, probably a reminder from Maaz. A gloat. A boast. She thinks she’s won already. Fury sweeps through me, sending my blood singing with blood lust. I swing my arm towards the flag pole beside me, where my banner proudly waves, and drive my fist through the wood. It splinters loudly, and the pole breaks in half. It clatters to the stone floor of the tower, the flag coiled beneath it.

  I stare down at it, at the black hawk poised to strike on the background of red fabric. My crest. My boot falls over the hawk as I drive the heel of my boot onto the hawk, soiling the flag. It’s a useless symbol, anyway. Behind me, I hear the soft sound of Navi clearing her throat.

  “When did you get here?” I ask, kicking the flag away.

  She stoops and collects it from the ground. Always the loyal and patriotic soldier. “When you destroyed a perfectly good flag pole with a single punch,” she says soberly. She folds the flag and cradles it in her arms.

  I scoff. “Just let it go, Navi. That flag won’t mean anything soon.”

  “Quitting right before the end?” Navi asks, her green eyes flashing. “I expected more than that from our King.”

  “King,” I echo softly. “A failure, you mean.”

  “Altair,” she whispers, placing a thin hand on my shoulder. “There is hope yet.”

  I turn to her, twisting my shoulder out from under her touch. She tucks her long hair behind one of her pointed ears as I stare coldly at her. “Don’t feed me lies, Navi.”

  “Your Majesty, the scholars have identified the one who may be the key to ending the curse. We know where she is now.” Navi’s eyes glitter. “Let me retrieve her.”

  “They found her?” I ask as the sun’s first rays slip over the horizon. Disbelief taints my voice. We’ve searched for her for hundreds of years, many of the scholars said it was impossible. That her existence was only a legend, a rumor.

  I have waited almost five hundred years for this moment.

  “I will go,” Navi says.

  “No.” I turn to the rising sun. “I will.”

  Chapter 2

  Verity

  The lipstick is too red for my tastes, a sharp contrast to my ivory skin. I sigh and wipe at it with a towel, smearing it a little. Tara clucks her tongue at me and uses a finger to gentle nudge my face towards her. She takes the towel and adjusts the makeup.

  “What’s on your mind? I thought we decided on that lipstick yesterday,” she says. “Let’s go nude.”

  I puff out my cheeks as she rummages through her makeup bag for a more natural lip. “I wouldn’t say that I’m getting cold feet . . . but I am apprehensive, let’s say.”

  She paints my lips with the nude coral tone. Much better. “You don’t have to do this, you know. You can back out now if you want to, run away even. I’ve got your back.”

  “Tara, you know I can’t,” I say. “My parents, well, they need this.”

  Tara purses her lips and steps back to survey the whole picture. “God, you look gorgeous. Come look.” She maneuvers me in front of the floor-length mirror so I can see myself. “You’re the prettiest bride in the world.”

  Dressed in a sleeveless ivory lace gown that hugs my figure before falling loosely to the floor in twirls of tulle, I do look the picture of a bride. Even if I don’t quite feel it. “The nude lip looks much better,” I remark, twisting my head to the side to admire my hair.

  Tara, my maid of honor and best friend, adjusts her purple gown and huffs. “Henry is such a manipulative bastard.”

  I know instantly what she’s talking about. We’ve had this discussion many times since I first accepted Henry’s proposal. “Hey.” I eye her. “It’s not unusual for a husband to help his in-laws financially.”

  My father ended up with expensive medical bills after his chemotherapy a few years
ago. He and my mother pay them off little by little, but they won’t have made a dent in the debt by the time they pass. And worrying about the debt falling on my shoulders has made them physically sick numerous times. We do what we can. Henry saw the struggle and promised to help if I married him.

  “Yeah, but most men don’t bribe women into marrying them with that,” Tara says pointedly. “I mean, would you have married him if he hadn’t led with that offer?”

  I sigh. “No. I mean, I don’t know. Maybe.”

  Tara snorts.

  “Henry is a good man. He can be kind and affectionate. And he obviously knows how much I care about my parents, that’s a good sign.”

  “He’s also a bit of a dick most of the time,” Tara says as she picks at her manicured nails.

  “Okay, maybe more often than not,” I mumble. “What are you doing? You’re supposed to help me feel confident in my decision, not try to talk me out of it.”

  She grips my shoulders and stares intensely into my eyes. “What kind of a friend would I be if I didn’t have your back? I just want you to be happy, are you going to be happy with Henry?”

  “I . . .” I take a slow breath in, “I . . .”

  She frowns, “Verity.”

  “I need some fresh air,” I say, waving my hand in front of my face like a fan. In less than an hour, I’ll be walking down the aisle towards Henry. I’ll be binding my life to his for the foreseeable future. It’s a lot.

  A lot a lot.

  Tara ushers me towards the door. “Go outside and get yourself together. I’ll come get you in time for the ceremony, and if you change your mind just text me. I’ll drive the getaway car.”

  I flash her a grateful smile as I hurry to the back door leading out of the manor. Henry picked the venue for the ceremony and reception; a beautiful villa on the hills of Connecticut. I peek out the door before I exit, checking to make sure no guests are lurking around, or Henry for that matter. But the way is clear. The villa is a sprawling house with several wings. I picked the most secluded one to keep my big reveal a secret, and to give myself some privacy to think.

  Ever since Henry and I became engaged, it’s been wedding this and wedding that. We’ve been sorting through guests lists, budgets, invitations, the legalities of marriage, and even moving. Of course, I’m the only one doing any moving, since Henry has the nicer apartment.

  And in New York City, apartments are do or die.

  As I climb to the crest of the hill, I feel the true weight of my decision settling on my shoulders. In my fantasies, my perfect man was never Henry. It was the quiet librarian at the New York Public Library that I’ve never talked to before. Or it was the stunning, gentlemanly man who’d helped me catch the taxi that almost drove off with my purse. When you don’t know the man, you can make up any personality you want. Henry doesn’t have many of the qualities of the perfect man.

  Of my perfect man.

  He’s arrogant, brash, and rude to waiters. But he tips generously anyway. Though I’m not sure if that’s because he is generous, or if he likes to flash his money. An investor and entrepreneur, Henry built up his empire in his early twenties. I’ve been there since the beginning, and we were close at first. But the more successful he became, the more he changed.

  The sun is warm on my bare shoulders and the air smells faintly of freshly mown grass and lavender. Behind me, I can hear the sounds of the wedding, conversation, laughter, the tinkling of music. Henry footed the entire bill, with a few contributions from me. As a librarian at an inner-city high school, my salary would never have colored this extravagant affair. But it’s what Henry wanted. And, I’ll admit, it does feel like a fairytale. But I’m not sure if Henry is my prince.

  Suddenly, the breeze picks up considerably, sending a chill through me. I wrap my arms around myself, bouquet in hand. The leaves in the nearby oak trees rustle loudly. It sounds like whispering.

  I sigh and turn away from the mansion, facing instead towards the city. I can’t see New York from here, but I can imagine it. The gentle park and woods here are so different from the hustle and bustle of the city. A cloud passes over the sun, casting a long shadow over me.

  A dark shadow.

  I toss the bouquet between my hands. Maybe the sudden change in the weather is a bad omen, a sign that I shouldn’t go through with this. I’ll feel terrible if I bail on Henry. My family will still be in trouble if I do, and he’ll probably resent me for the rest of our lives. I don’t want to think about what a man with his kind of money could do if I made him angry.

  Tara will be here soon to escort me to the ceremony. I never thought getting married would be so difficult for me. The shadow over me stretches forward and swirls. Odd for a cloud. I look up and see blue sky above me, and then black closing in on me.

  Fear grips my gut as a giant, black creature descends from the sky. Its wings stretch out impossibly long, as wide as the hill. And it reaches out a clawed bird’s foot towards me. A scream lodges in my throat as I look into its eyes.

  Hazel eyes set into a panther’s face.

  I’m hallucinating. The stress and pressure of the wedding has finally gotten to me and my brain is responding by creating a hallucination of a monster. That has to be it.

  Because monsters aren’t real.

  Something like this can’t be real.

  I stumble backwards, tripping over the tulle of my gown. One of my sparkling heels falls off, but I don’t reach for it because the monster is close. In seconds, that clawed foot is wrapped around me, squeezing me tightly. Finally, the scream frees itself from my throat and shatters through the silence. I drop my bouquet as the ground falls away. When I’m high over the tree line, supported only by the beast’s foot, I let my fear overtake me.

  Darkness claims me.

  Chapter 3

  Altair

  I peer through the open balcony door studying the woman lying unconscious on the ornate rug.

  After snatching her from the hilltop and bringing her through the portal into my world, I placed her into one of the many empty rooms in the palace. Even if she is to eventually bind herself to me and commit her life to mine, I don’t think it’s appropriate to force her to live in my room.

  Not yet anyway.

  When I saw her on that hill, wringing her hands, dressed in such finery, I knew that she was the one. I could smell the Bloodbane witch in her veins even from the sky.

  My claws grip the stone of the palace easily as I cling to the exterior walls, watching. Navi has come and gone several times, checking to make sure the woman is in good health. I cock my head, tail swishing in the open air, and study the woman.

  She is beautiful, almost as beautiful as Maaz. Certainly not as wicked looking. She’s petite, and a little too thin for my tastes, but despite her small size her breasts are full. Her light brown hair has been swept into a low bun and decorated with white flowers. I wonder if this is the style in the human realm. She stirs softly, a low moan escaping her full lips.

  The sun streams in through the open balcony door, falling on her dark lashes. As they open, I can see that in the sunlight, her blue eyes turn a vibrant shade of turquoise.

  I suck in a ragged breath.

  She is beautiful.

  Stunning.

  Captivating.

  And I can’t look away. I also can’t believe that the key to ending my curse is in this room. That she is living and breathing and only a few feet from me.

  She rises slowly from the floor, propping herself up on her hands as she stares in confusion around the room. The ivory gown she wears clings to her attractively, rustling with the slightest movements. I almost purr at the sight of her.

  Suddenly, her head snaps towards me and she screams, a shrill cry that sends me hissing. The woman scrambles to her feet and lunges towards the door. The door that Navi has already locked. She bangs against it, staring wild-eyed at me over her shoulder.

  “Help me! Let me out!” She screams, her fists pounding against the do
or.

  I’m not surprised by her reaction. As the beast, I am terrifying to behold. Enormous and a wicked combination of several intimidating creatures rolled into one. But for some reason, I am angered by it. Many a woman has seen my beast form and clawed away, yet seeing this woman lurching away from me bristles my ego and wounds me in ways I care not to admit.

  If she thinks I am a monster, I’ll behave as one.

  I snarl and leap from the wall to the balcony. I can barely fit my large frame onto it, but the claws of my bird’s feet keep me secured on the railing.

  “Silence,” I growl.

  Her eyes stretch impossibly wide at the sound of my voice. The color drains from her face. “You can talk.”

  “Of course, I can talk.” I narrow my eyes at her. “Now, stop screaming, or I’ll feed you to the wild dogs. Better yet, I’ll eat you myself.”

  I would never do either, but anger forces the words out of me.

  Her jaw goes slack and then she grabs at the door handle, shaking it vigorously. “Someone help me!”

  I hiss, leaning my head further into the room.

  Suddenly, pain lances through my forehead and a book clatters to the floor at my feet. “S-stay away from me!” The woman warns, another book in her hand.

  I almost laugh at her feisty nature but remember myself. “You dare strike me?”

  She grunts and launches another book. I dodge in time, and the book collides with the stone wall behind me. “Don’t come any closer!” She shouts, her voice trembling.