1 comments/ 12353 views/ 30 favorites Working for the Fae By: SisiLala I've always known about the existence of fairies. Not the kind with the pretty pink petal dresses and little bells, oh and that sparkling dust that makes them fly. No, those kinds of faeries hide the truth so humans can sleep well at night. Well most humans, I personally sleep with one eye open and I'm considered a friend to the folk. True faeries, my bosses, are just as tall as you or I and covered in scaled skin. Their faces are angular and reptilian, with claws the size of my foot (when they want them, normally they go for a French manicured look) and eyes the size of the moon. I guess humans did get one thing right... every single one has pointed ears and a tinkling little laugh. Oh, and the best thing of all, they look just like any other human in the daylight. Guess that explains how my Dad knocked one up, yep... I'm the one and only hybrid human-faerie in the world, yippee! Guess I should probably explain my mom wasn't the kind of stay at home and sing you to sleep kind. I was often found wandering the streets at night after my mom had become distracted by a bleeding human somewhere in the city. Raw meat is a big deal for faeries, they suspect they are what founded the vampire myth... if that gives you any hint as to their god awful diets. Luckily I escape that element of faerie genes, though I do love a burger on the rare side now and again. Being the only human-faerie made me a target for both supernatural groups, the Weres and the Faeries. The Weres and the faeries have been at war for centuries, using every human conflict to hide each uprising, and I'm an asset to both sides. That's how I came to work for the Faeries; my mom was killed by the Alpha Wolf from a pack in New York City, right before my eyes. I hadn't decided where my loyalties lied before that point, but my mom's murder? Got to turn any kid a little bit nuts. So my insanity is utilised by the faerie queen (oh yes she's actually real, as old as dinosaurs), the faeries assassin... that's me. You, however, may know me by the term terrorist. Now I'm not proud of the human casualties but I have become a pawn in an ever desperate war, there are casualties everywhere. It's one such job that I was pondering as I wait for my appointed audience with the Queen, sitting in her palace of gold and red. I hate it in here, the walls seem to drip with snobbery (is that a word?) and seem to sneer at anyone who dares to look at them. I spend my time contemplating the male fae who stands guard at the golden doors of the Queen's chambers. He stands a good 6 foot, with dark blue skin, slightly green towards the corners of his face. His arms ripple with muscle and his hair is a short, army buzz cut, which somehow makes him softer at the edges. He is unnerved by my stare, most fae are, I have only a slight level of the magic they posses but have no control over it, so it continuously flows from me, influencing the world to suit my needs. It scares the fae something awful. From birth they are taught control and the power of subtly, then there's me who they think has no problem altering the world and has enough power to do so. We could have won the war eons ago if they had only stopped beings so aloof when it comes to a few spells and chants. 'Courtab? You can go in now, she's ready...' his deep voice broke through my thoughts, dragging me back to the reality. I need to choose a new name; Courtab just doesn't register enough to get my attention. I stood up, barely acknowledging his words, walking through the now open doors. Here is a secret, how do you make magical ancient reptiles respect and fear a young human girl? Act like they should. 'Ahh Tia, how did you mission go?' The tinkling voice filled the room, leaving no room for whispered conversations, commanding all your attention. 'My Queen, I asked you not to call me that... You know Tia is no name from which to earn respect or fear!' I hate the name my mother gave me, it makes getting around in this man led world so much harder. 'Yes, yes, I'm sorry my dear but you know how much your late mother loved that name' I did. But the Queen hated my mom, I'm sure that the old bitch did it purely to ensure that I knew my place, I get the message, She is Not to be Threatened. Rounding the corner I finally came to rest before her, just beyond the reach of her golden dress (seriously? A gold dress? Could you get more cliché?). The Queen sat on her wooden throne, the story of the fae carved into every inch, her pale pink complexion at subtle contrast to the wood. Her dress hugged her form, buxom breasts almost spilling from the low cut top, a thin waist emphasised by flared hips. Her brown eyes carved into mine as she glowered down at me, clearly annoyed with my human form of respect. 'Tia, I have told you before! The fae do not kneel, it is a sign of weakness!' She tends to bark ever so slightly when she gets annoyed, plump lips pulling into a slight frown. 'I beg your pardon-' 'Yes quite.' She interrupted, quite rudely I might add. 'We have a problem my dear... The Wolves are getting closer to our borders and have obtained a witch to their side.' I groaned, a witch always caused a few problems when trying to fight a heavily armed and pissed off wolf, the extra problem of acidic spells can really affect your numbers. 'The witches have devised a new spell which prevents a fae from crossing a certain point, allowing the Wolves full comfort in their camps and dens.' Uh oh, I knew where this was going... 'I, We need you to put a stop to these witches ASAP.' Honestly a dinosaur knows what ASAP means? 'My intelligence says that there are only 3 witches with the pack, not much of a challenge for one like you' 'No mam' not in the slightest, a couple of bitches shouldn't take me too long... maybe I can take a wolf or two down while I'm out as well' I grinned, she hated the fact I could kill wolves so easily. My human odour mixed with the fae left them so repelled and attracted to me at the same time, that I could kill them quite easily as they tried to decide whether to attack or not. 'Hmm, yes quite. Now Tia, I know it's a long ask but we need these witched removed in two days time... that's when our forces will reach New York City' 'Wait, WHAT?! You want me to enter the NWC pack?!' 'Not enter dear, destroy from the inside... for your mother' 'Do not mention my mom, you old cow!!' I stormed forward desperate to give her a piece of my fist. 'Ha ha, my dear, such volatile human emotions, so sweet.' She laughed, flitting away from my approach. Fucking wings. 'Two days Tia, you have two days to destroy them, do not disappoint me.' Fuck. "May I take Lexter with me, My Queen?". "Lexter, my dear?" she looked at me quizzically over my request to be joined by her ex-lover. "Why on Earth would he join you?" "He has certainly had no problem entering my these last few months..." I grinned up at her, her face distorted with anger, her breasts rising and falling with each pulled breath. "May I? I really could do with the... physical relaxation he brings with him..." I stared up at her, knowing she couldn't refuse for the risk of me turning down the mission, she needed me and she knew it. "Yes, my dear Tia, of course you can take Lexter with you." She tinkled, a forced smile blossoming on her face. "Now go, leave with... Lexter, when the sun rises..." Bowing I walked quickly from the room, not knowing how long it would be before her anger turned her stir crazy... long enough for me to leave I hope. Hurrying quickly through the complex, I rushed to find Lexter and have him ready to go within the hour. Bursting into our room, I stopped when I saw him sprawled upon the bed, naked cock at attention upon his body. Halting my rush, I slowly prowled up to him, admiring the shadows his muscular physique cast across his blue skin, the way his mouth and eyelids fluttered in his sleep, the way his cock twitched with each breath. Slowly bending down, I wrapped my mouth around his cock, sucking gently at the hard flesh, loving the moan that escaped his lips. Pulling up to the tip I suckled at his small hole, rubbing my thumb up and down the underside of his erection, watching as his eyes slowly fluttered open. Finally awake and accepting the pleasure to which he awoke, I pushed him further into my mouth, trying to take his seven inches as deep as possible. Using my hand, as I pulled forwards and backwards with my mouth, I caressed his balls, playing with them in my palm, causing him to begin thrusting his erection in my mouth. Stopping with him as deep as I could manage, I held still and let him fuck my mouth, pistoning in and out till he reached his orgasm, spraying his cum into my mouth. Pulling back I crawled up his body and kissed him, forcing his own cum into his mouth, taking it back and then swallowing it all. Smiling down at his panting face I said "Now that you're awake you've got to get packing." I laughed, his face forming a question mark. "Baby, we're hunting wolves." Working for the Fae Ch. 02 Within the hour Lexter and I were sat on the grimy New York subway. I know any normal person would be worrying about the nest of angry Weres I was about to walk into, but I was more worried about the grim sticking to my white jeans. Trying to stay as still as possible, I studied the reflection of Lexter in the window opposite. The sun had risen so I was looking at the human Lexter, just like every other female in the carriage. You could see he was tall, even sitting down he was tall, his arms rippling with defined muscles. His hair was slicked into the standard fae style (or the fashion as humans had adopted the style) and was bright blue. His large eyes were framed by long eyelashes, with a strong nose poised above a pouting set of lips. To sum it up, he's the guy you want to take home and fuck senseless. Luckily for me, I've been doing just that for the last three months. Looking up, he caught my eye in our reflection, flashing me a perfect, 30 watt smile. I swear, hot boys shouldn't be aloud to smile in public, it could cause a heart attack! (Not that I'll ever complain of course) I blushed and looked down; honestly, I don't know what's wrong with me. Here I am blushing at my (kinda) boyfriends smile and I'm not even blinking about the murders I'm about to commit. Great priorities Tia, just superb. ... It was 2pm by the time we reached the centre of New York City. It surprised me at first, but most Weres don't live in great, open spaces. Some enjoy the cities, some enjoy the country.... Just another thing humanity got wrong. I followed Lexter through the Times Square crowd, him pushing and shoving, me staring at the glittering screens in awe. Not a terrorist on a mission, a young tourist, being hurried along by her sex god boyfriend, I wish I could say it was an act but nobody can resist the lights of Times Square. I glanced at Lexter. Okay, no HUMAN can resist it. Sighing I turned from the screens to follow the perfect fae through the crowd, if I didn't keep up I'd get stuck, being short is awful in crowds. "Lexter!" I yelled after him, he was going to fast. "Hold up a second! Where are we going?" "Sorry Tia, I forget your not full fae sometimes." He grinned down at me, destroying my attempts at getting my breath back. "We are headed to the King David Hotel, a local fae will meet us there... he knows where to find the witches border." He paused to ensure my breathing was settled again, and then set off into the crowd once more, no slower than before. Honestly, if he wasn't so cute I'd give him one. ... "I'm gonna take a shower while we wait." I bolted into the bathroom of the hotel room. Turning, I glanced at my butt, the white jeans sparkling despite their ride on the grime train. With a sigh I stripped down and turned the shower on, turning to my reflection as the water warmed. My brown hair fell to my waist in loose curls, with large bambi eyes blinking out at me from beneath a large fringe. My lips pouted as I regarded my large hips and chest, which combined with my height made me seem as harmless as a normal human. Like explosives in a teddy bear. Stepping into the open shower, I relaxed as the warm water ran down my skin, droplets dripping from my slowly hardening nipples. Running my hand through my hair, I gasped as tingles rippled through my body, shivering beneath the warm waterfall. Grabbing the soap from the ledge, I began palming my breasts, tweaking my nipples every few passes I made. "Can I help with that?" Came the sultry whisper in my ear. "What took you so long?" I murmured, letting his warm hands replace mine upon my skin. "Losing your touch old man?" (Fae fact #402: faeries can smell human arousal, something that I utilise often). "No, my dear Tia." His mouth warm upon my ear, his hands smouldering across my skin. "As you stated, at 205 years old, I do have a level of restraint." A statement I found to be at odds with the hardness he has pressed against my ass, slowly grinding his cock into me. Reaching behind me, I wrapped my hand around his length, all 7 inches of it. Slowly I began to rub small circles into the underside of his manhood, trying to encourage his hands lower. Laughing, knowing exactly what I want, he kicked my legs apart and began to rub his fingers through my lower lips. "You're soaked, my dear." He stated, his breath raising Goosebumps along my skin. "And I don't believe it has anything to do with the water dripping off those nipples." Tired of his teasing, I spun round, ensuring his cock received the full benefit of the friction the movement caused. I slowly slid down the front of hid body, my hard nipples sending stabs of pleasure to my core when they caught on every groove of his muscled skin. I came to rest on my knees, water pooling around my legs, his cock hovering before my lips. Looking into his eyes, I slowly lent forward and sucked on the very tip of his cock, ecstasy forcing a groan from his lips. Grinning around his length, I slowly took more his cock into my mouth, pulling back all the way to the tip and then swallowing more again. As his cock began to push at the entrance to my throat, I reached up to massage e his balls, his hand shooting out to the wall for support. It took two more retreats before Lexter wrapped his hands in my hair and began to fuck my mouth. Pistoning, in and out, forcing himself into my throat, choking me with his length. A succession of grunts announced his release, Lexter pulling out to cover my face and tits with his cum. Looking into his eyes, he watched as I collected his sperm onto my hand, raised it to my lips and slowly licked it from my hand, holding his gaze as I swallow his cum. With a yell he reached down to pick me up, carrying me from the shower to the bed, throwing me before him. Landing on my stomach, I raised my ass into the air, looking back at him over my shoulder. Kneeling beside the bed, he watched my cunt as it glistened and twitched with my desire, his breath teasing my sensitive clit. I mewled loudly, knowing just how close he was to my pussy. In response his husky laugh floated across my skin, shocks coursing through me in response, as his tongue finally touched my sensitive bud. Arching my back, I moaned as his tongue drew circles around my pussy, my body alive with pleasure. "Fuck... fuck me Lexter." I moaned, pleasure clouding any embarrassment from my mind. "I need your big cock in my pussy!" The tongue retreated, despite my bodies attempts to follow. Grabbing my ankle, Lexter pulled me onto my back, legs wide, his cock resting against my pussy. "Well... since you begged my dear, I never tire of the begging." Lexter rubbed his cock across my clit before aligning himself with my centre. Before I could take a breath, Lexter thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt within me, wrenching a shout from my lust consumed body. Done with any pretence of teasing, Lexter pummelled into me for all his worth, filling me with his large cock. Our cries of sexual pleasure filled the room, sweat pooling on the sheets below us. Toes curled, my body clenched with my orgasm, my cunt trying to hold his cock within me. With a groan, Lexter released his seed, my pussy milking every last drop from his cock as we lay panting, in the throes of our ecstasy. Panting and smiling up at him, I said "Now I really must have a shower, I stink of fae... just begging for a wolfy bite." I laughed climbing from beneath him. "Well be quick." He replied, watching my ass retreat into the bathroom. "Our guide is here." Working for the Fae Ch. 03 Within 5 minutes, Lexter and I stood in the hotel lobby, both dressed in leather pants and biker jackets. Lexter had large army boots on vs. my black, metal high heels. Not exactly the first footwear that comes to mind for an assassination mission, but with the perfect balance my powers give me, the heels are just another weapon. "The sun always shines on her reign," said a voice from behind us. Following protocol we remained facing away from the alien fae. "And may it continue for centuries." It was the standard reply known by any active fae, a code to ensure we worked with only friends. "Long live the bitch!" Lexter and I gasped, spinning around, and burst out laughing. Standing before us was Bytlock, a good friend to us both. "You should have seen your faces!" He laughed, bending over from the force of his merriment. "Bytlock!" I ran to him, engulfing him in a hug. "You must be careful saying such things! You know She has spies everywhere." I held his face in my hand, holding his gaze so he could see just how serious I was. "Tia is right, young one, She has no patience for such 'humour'." Lexter pulled Bytlock from my arms, ensuring (again) he understood how dangerous such things are to say. "Gah! You two act like my parents! Are you sure you aren't harbouring any elflings?" This was a long standing joke between us. Most of his life, Bytlock had found parenting from both Lexter and I, always trying to keep him out of trouble. "Anyway, I brought the car and equipment... we better get going." Following Bytlock, we left the hotel lobby, passing through the street with a ease (one benefit of travelling with hunks? Humans move out of the way to gawk as they pass). We all headed two blocks down, entering a large underground car park, a place no Were would enter. Even though they may enjoy city life, they cannot withstand being in a dark place underground: claustrophobia to the max. Bytlock led us up to a large, black Range Rover. "Bytlock, you do realise a black Range Rover is about as suspicious as walking up to their gate, guns blazing." I smiled at the doubt that crossed his face. Even though he was 20 years older than me, I often thought of him as much younger due to his sweet innocence. "It's okay sweetie, we'll just have to walk the last bit." Still frowning, Bytlock opened the trunk, revealing a huge array of weapon. Reaching in, I picked out a hand crossbow; the arrows tipped in silver and designed to shatter in the body, a standard issue handgun for each hip, a silver whip and three silver daggers. "Have you got enough?" Lexter asked, studying the condition of the weapons I had chosen. With a nod, I shut the trunk, following Lexter into the backseats. "I wish that damn barrier wasn't there, I want to kill some fucking dogs!" "Lexter, keep you temper!" Buckling in, I watched his eyes flare in annoyance. "If all goes well, the barrier will be down soon anyway." I rested my hand on his leg, waiting until he met my gaze with clear eyes. Turning from him with a squeeze of his leg, I said "Bytlock, we're all set back here." "Okay Tia." He started the car and began navigating the parking lot. "We have about a ten minute drive, traffic dependent." Two magical beings and one hybrid, and we still have the mundane problem of traffic. Typical. .............. We pulled up to the curb 30 minutes later, a car with a calculating hunter, a sleeping ancient and a very terrified fae. With a deep breath I climbed from the car, leaving Bytlock still clinging to the wheel and Lexter snoring lightly, my mind completely focused on the job. Quickly, I checked that my weapons were still secure, the two blades fully tucked into the interior of my jacket. To hide the glinting silver I zipped my jacket up, looking furtively around (a completely unnecessary move as I hand hand guns on my hips and a crossbow on my belt). Regardless, I did it. "We are close," Lexter muttered, climbing lightly from the car. "My instincts don't want me to stay here... this is strong magic indeed." A statement like that from an ancient would make most of us quiver, as it was, Bytlock squealed from the front seat. Turning towards them both, I nodded my head, making eye contact with each, before heading off down the street. Even with my weaker fae blood I could sense the barrier, my blood boiling with every step. My nerves almost had me running for the hills when I came to a stop before an old warehouse. Above the door was a blinking neon sign with the words 'The Pack' emblazoned upon it. The door was red, the paint beginning to chip and peel off, collecting at the corners of the doorway. Crouching down, I peered through the mail slot in the door into a long dark hallway. Pulling a gun from my hip, I slowly reached for the door handle, willing the lock to open, directing my magic into my will. With a soft thud, the lock released. Allowing me to slowly turn the door handle, pushing the door open with barely a creak to be heard. The hall before me was long, dark and very quite. The wallpaper was equally spread between wall and floor, damp patches clearly visible along the peeling surface. Stepping inside, my instincts jerked and then... nothing. I had crossed the witch's boundary, and something definitely was not right. With a tremble of fear, I tried to reach for the magic I've always felt around me but it was gone. Stepping across that border had, what if... no... just because my magic was gone, surely not..? What if I am just human? My breath started to catch in my throat as I realised how vulnerable I may be, not having a clue as to what part of me was to be affected by the loss of magic. Trying to calm myself, resorting back to my training, I felt my heart and mind calm once again, settling, ready for the hunt. Striding down the corridor, I listened for signs of life, praying I would meet the witches first. Each room I came across was cold and empty, dust lying in thick planes across every service. If this place was not used regularly, why were they protecting it? Within 10 minutes I had checked both upstairs and downstairs, all just a repetition of cold, dark and empty. I must be missing something, something must be here?! All I could hear was the quite hum of the boiler... wait! I could hear a boiler! I hadn't seen a boiler, so maybe there was a basement here? Following my ears, I paced downstairs until I came to a stop before a desk. Glad that I still seemed to have heightened hearing and smell, I surveyed the room for any possible opening or trap door. A slight, imperceptible creak in the floorboards as I moved led me to a well-placed trap door in the back corner of the office. Bending down, I pulled the door open to reveal the first light I had seen in the building. I lowered my head through the opening, surveying the area below me after assuring that no breathing was disturbing the air below the trap door. The room was panelled with a cheap wood, a staircase of the same wood dropped away from the opening, lit by a small lantern, a candle flickering within. Holding my breath, I listened for any other sounds than the boiler and was met with only a slight murmur, suggesting that people were down here somewhere. Moving quickly, so as not to remain vulnerable, I climbed down the stairs, wobbling from side to side. Sighing, I assessed my footwear. The heels had begun to make my feet ache and without my magic, they had begun to affect my balance as well. With a sigh, I slipped them from my feet; hiding them behind the staircase with full intention of getting them back later (they were beautiful shoes!). Careful not to make a noise, I slowly cracked the door on the opposite wall open. Through the crack, I listened again, this time hearing muffled voices. Pulling the door open further, I could see another candle lit corridor filled with doors. With a last glance towards the trap door, I slipped into the corridor, ensuring the door closed behind my silently. Pausing, I listened again to the sound of voices filling the corridor. They were a mixture of male and female, the female voices were too high for a Wolf. The witches were here and it seemed they had a guard. Pulling the crossbow from my belt, I snuck down the corridor; my bare feet barely audibly on the polished wood floor, listening for any pause or change in the voices. I finally came to rest before a partially cracked door, listening at the gap. The voices had died down into low moans from both genders in the room. Counting voices, I guessed there were two men and three women in the room. I stood there, listening to their moans, thanking my luck that they felt safe enough to drop their guard while behind the barrier. I assessed my weapons, loading a shot into my crossbow, before slowly pressing on the door. The gap finally widened to a point at which I could see the occupants, partially concealed behind a bookcase. I stole into the room, concealing myself behind the large bookcase, pushed a gap between the books and surveyed the orgy before me. The two men were of standard Werewolf looks; tall, dark, muscular and handsome (yum). The women, however, were a shock. I had been right when I had heard three female voices, however I didn't count on one women having two heads. There were legends about two headed witches, but no Fae I had met put any faith into it. So, ironically, I was stood watching a mythical creature in complete shock. Oblivious to my presence, the four figures continued in their joining, bodies writhing, as each man was pleasured by their partners. The witch with the blonde hair was being pulled backwards and forwards along her partner's length, her blonde locks spilling from his grasp. The other was sat on a chair, the witches two heads suckling at his cock, alternating between sucking and licking, sultry moans sending vibrations through his shaft. Both men groaned, watching the women worship their cocks, beginning to thrust into their mouths, getting closer and closer to their release. With a yelp, both men erupted over the faces of their partners. I felt my clitoris begin to swell as I watched the men's deflated cocks begin to grow again after they had slid from their partner's mouths. I had heard about the Were's sexual ability, but never had I thought they could develop a 9 inch hard on within 2 seconds of a previous release. Oblivious to my heated gaze, both witches pushed their partners to the floor, climbing onto them, sliding their bodies along the men, moaning at the friction on their nipples. Facing each other, both women lowered their dripping centres onto the hard cocks, watching each other as they moaned and rode their cocks. Trying to focus, I began to draw my crossbow, using the heightened sexual noises to hide the clicks of bolts falling into place. Trying to ignore the growing desire within me in response to seeing the Wolves ploughing their cocks into wet pussies, both groups moaning and groaning. Turning back to the mythical orgy, I focused my aim on the two headed witch. Regardless of how dangerous the wolfy lovers were going to be, the witches were my targets- the barrier must fall. From my knowledge of witches, the two headed bitch, currently moaning in ecstasy, was one dangerous cunt and probably the main spell leader. Grasping my second bolt in my other palm, I held my crossbow strong and true, waiting for the opportune moment to take the bitches out. Watching the union of sweaty bodies, I couldn't prevent my nipples from hardening straining against my leather jacket in reaction to the squelch of wet pussy filling the room. Both men began to piston in and out of their bitches, forcing shrieks from their lungs, the primal wolf instinct forcing them to abandon any care for their partners. The breathing in the room had become a collective pant, the participants all racing towards their finish. As yells and shrieks filled the room, I braced myself, waiting, knowing my moment was coming. As the two headed bitch threw her heads back to announce her orgasm, I let the bolt fly from my weapon, not pausing to watch it bury itself between her eyes. In a flash, my second bolt had planted itself within the skull of her other head, the occupants to wrapped up in there pleasure to immediately realise what was happening. Loading my third bolt, I felt some of my magic return, my reflexes faster than mere seconds before. Quick as a flash, my final bolt was sailing through the air, spearing the other witch in her lust-filled eye. As both men began to quickly return to Earth, I tried to call to Lexter through the magic but I still couldn't access all my power: it wasn't coming back fast enough! Panic flooded me. Without magic these wolves would overpower me in seconds. Pulling the guns from my hips, I turned to face the two hulking bodies of muscle that had begun stalking towards my hiding place, rage distorting their faces. With a deep breath, I dived forward, firing at the two wolves, praying no others were in the house. My aim was true but my reflexes weren't yet fast enough, the wolves easily dodging the bullets. I know there was no point in running, so I began to try and predict their movements, managing to hit one of them in the leg. I began to back towards the door, my bare feet searching the floor for the door frame, my eyes trained to the wolves stalking me. With a thud my foot hit wood, a sigh of relief escaping from me. Dropping my gun I reached for the door handle, twisting it open, my other hand still firing rounds at the approaching wolves. As it swung open, grins of malice grew on the faces of the two advancing wolves, both halting their approach with a growl. Turning, trying to keep them in my line of vision, I glanced behind me, only to see a mountain of wolf muscle behind me, its fist swinging towards my face. Working for the Fae Ch. 04 Pounding didn't even come close to describing the pain throbbing through my body; it was all I could register as I woke. I knew something was wrong but all my attention was now focused on the agony beneath my flesh. Resorting to my training, I willed my eyes open; I had to asses my situation. With a groan the weights lifted from my eyes, my eyelids pinging open, allowing me to see what shit I had landed myself in this time. The room was white, ceiling to floor (a small part of my mind registered the cliché). Taking a deep breath, I tried to pick up a scent, any kind of a clue: all I got was antiseptic sting. There was no decoration or object in the room, pointless if there was really, with my hands secured to the ceiling as they were. Usually no clothes and being bound is something I would enjoy but I don't think my boyfriend was going to be walking through that door anytime soon. With a grunt, I grasped the chain around my hands, attempting to raise myself up towards the ceiling in order to inspect my bonds. A task that would normally have needed no more than an ounce of effort suddenly sent agony coursing through my body. Without a bruise on my visible skin, I could see no reason for my pain. Had they poisoned me? Had they bitten me?! Struggling, I tried to asses every inch of my skin. Although a bite would not kill me, as it would a full fae, it would cause me extreme pain, weakness and render me magic less until the saliva finished coursing through my system. Basically, it was the only way to truly contain me. Finally, as a result of my wriggling, I could see the red mark of a bite above the ankle of my right foot, safely away from my hands. With a groan, I went slack against my bonds, trying to soothe my aching body. There was no way I could escape in this state, I was helpless to the wolves. With a heavy breath, I forced my body to relax, allowing my mind to shut down, in order for my body to cleanse itself faster, my eyes closing once more. - The sharp pain of teeth awoke me from my sleep. A wolf knelt between my legs, his teeth buried into the skin above my ankle; they were keeping me drugged. With a grin, the wolf looked up at me, having heard my increased breathing rate. "Get the fuck away from me, bastard!" "Ah, the bitch awakes." He stood up, a sinister smile sending shivers across my skin. "Why would I just the fleshy feast go to waste?" His fingers began to trace patterns across my skin, slowly inching higher towards my centre. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" I screamed, yanking away from his touch only to feel excruciating pain rocket through my body. With a grin the wolf stood, reaching to caress my face, tracing the lines of pain played on my flesh. "You think you have the power to tell me what I can do?" His voice was low, measured. "Let me give you an update sweetheart: you're screwed." The caress had become an iron grip, fixing my eyes on his, emphasising my lack of power. "My venom has been running through your pretty little system for 48 hours. You have no magic, no super strength nor speed. You. Have. Nothing." His lips hovered millimetres from mine; his eyes filled my view with their powerful fury. This was not a wolf to mess with and damn did that get me hot. Sadly, I was going to have to kill the bastard. "Lucky for you, the boss wants dibs on your body... maybe not so lucky." With a laugh, he thrust my face aside, turning to leave. "After all, you did kill his brother's bitch." - It was in the middle of the night (I think) when the door opened again. I want to say I jolted awake like a badass but, be realistic, I could barely open my eyes I was so exhausted. Two wolves entered the room, my eyes only catching their silhouettes. A whimper escaped my lips; I know what happens to women captured by wolves. Allowing my eyes to close, I listened to the two approach, the zip of jeans and the rustle of fabric. It wasn't until I felt a hand upon my flesh that I realised how my body still hurt, aching beneath the caress. My eyes flickered open in shock, just in time to see one of the wolves descend upon my chest, biting the flesh, wrenching a cream through my lips. "JOHN! Don't mark her! Boss called dibs, he cannot know about this!" The other wolf wrenched John from my tit, the flesh red from his bite. "If you can't control yourself, get out." "Fine, she just looks so yummy." John ran his hands along my flesh, the skin igniting beneath his touch. My love of rough sex and pain was working against me. "Now J...John, let's think about this. Surely your boss-" His hand whipped across my face, stars dancing across my line of vision. With a grunt he let his hand fall to my mound, his fingers lightly grazing the hood of my clit. With a gasp, my hips thrust into his touch, desperate for more. "Look Steve, the cunt is desperate for our cocks." His hand slowly began to trace patterns across the sensitive skin of my pussy, sending shivers through my body. Steve began messaging my breasts, his hard cock pressed against my back, his fingers turning my nipples like dials. With hands on my tits and cunt my body began to respond and rock into the erotic touches, my ass stroking Steve's cock with every gyration, forcing a low groan from his throat. Removing a hand from my breast, Steve pushed his dick between my legs and began thrusting his cock along the skin of my pussy. With a chuckle, John moved his attention (or should I say, mouth) to my left nipple, pinching my right with his nails. The sensation of a large cock throbbing against the lips of my cunt sent my body into a roaring orgasm, the chains rattling as my muscles spasmed in pleasure. As I came down, I noticed the ache in my limbs had lessened, I was more awake, I was stronger. Fae are horny creatures for a reason: orgasms are like energy magic drinks. The wolves had been right, I had wanted this. The rapists were going to aide my escape and their own deaths. Suddenly, I was dragged from my evaluation as a dick began pressing at the entrance to my soaking pussy. With a grunt, Steve thrust his full length into my cunt, ramming my body upwards. My moan accompanied his as we both became accustomed to the new sensation. With a grin, John captured my open mouth with his; playing his tongue between my lips at the same rate that Steve's cock began sawing into me. My body burned. My pussy squelching around the meet thrusting into it, nipples pinched to the point of pain and a mouth plastered to mine. I began to lose myself to the sexual attack, from within and out, my moans filling the room. Opening my mouth in a silent scream, my cunt began to fill with sperm as Steve brought us both to climax. With a grin, I let my head fall forward, feeling my body fill with power. Subtly, I pulled against my chains: the metal began to give beneath my pull. Relaxing, I returned my attention to the two wolves, watching as John rubbed the tip of his cock, glistening with precum, along the lips of my pussy. Watching as my face contorted with desire and pleasure, he slowly sank his pulsing cock into my centre. With a groan, I went slack against my bonds, my eyes riveted on Steve, his cock in his hand, pumping away to the scene before him. The sight fuelled my lust, my pussy pulsing and moving around John's cock, causing him to forget his slow, teasing fuck. With a howl, he began pummelling my body, the liquids of our sex flowing down my leg. Watching the semen drip from my thigh, Steve's cock twitched, growing beneath his touch. Moaning, I watched as his meat grew to 10'' under his attentions, a bead of precum clearly gathered at the tip. Catching his eye over John's shoulder, I flicked my tongue over my bottom lip, my invitation clear. Grinning, his cock throbbed as he prowled toward me. Coming to stand behind me, he lined his cock up with my ass, his cock throbbing against my sensitive star. Seeing his intention, John stopped his movements, holding himself still in the moist confines of my pussy. Slowly, I felt the pressure increase, my ass aching with the stretch. Ragged breathing in my ear sent sparks of pleasure jolting through my cunt, drawing a gasp from John as my pussy clenched around his dick. By the time Steve had fully seated himself in my ass, I was begging for my release, every nerve firing around my body. With a growl, John and Steve began rocking me between them, sending all thoughts from my head. The only thing that mattered was my impending release. Throwing my head back in a silent scream, my orgasm blasted through me, my cunt and ass pulsing around the invaders. With a howl, both released themselves deep within my body, lengthening my own release. As they withdrew, I quickly gathered myself together. Carefully, I reached out for the magic, trying to keep the vacant, post-orgasmic look on my face as I felt the magic begin to heal my body. Quickly, I muttered a spell under my breath, as the wolves redressed, making myself immune to the wolves bite for 24 hours. Reining the magic back in, I watched as Steve knelt down on the floor, between my legs, refreshing the bite on my ankle. "Now, sweetheart, don't even think of telling our Alpha about this or else Steve and I will have to pay you a little visit." John said as he captured my face with his hand. "Next time you'll find no pleasure." With that warning, both wolves turned from my abused body and left me there, unaware that their names were the first on my new hit list. Carefully, I reached out with my mind to call out for Lexter and Bytlock but only felt a small blip in my mind. I was no longer in the Warehouse and my friends were miles away. Refusing to buckle to my human panic, I focused on my fae blood, eradicating emotion from my assessment of the situation. I was in a three story house, my cell was in the basement and surrounded by four, no five, guards plus the 10 others in the house above me. Outside the house, a full pack roamed around the woods and countryside but all seemed to be waiting for something. Hadn't the first wolf told me that the Alpha had called dibs on me? I think my capture was on his way home, and that meant trouble for me... Working for the Fae Ch. 05 A bit of a longer chapter for you all as requested! This chapter is a bit more violent than usual and with no real sex. Fair warning! ***** As the day wore on, I felt more and more of my powers return to me. I had spent the day listening to the thoughts of my guards and any other wolf that came within a 10 metre radius of my cell. I knew that most of the pack would be leaving the area after 7:00pm to run, a celebration of the Alpha's return to the pack. I had gathered from the minds of those wolfs (amid rather obscene images that just reaffirmed the claims of how sexually driven wolves are) that this would give me about 1 hour to escape before the pack and Alpha returned to the immediate area. As I felt my strength begin to grow, I slowly pulled on my bonds, feeling the chain slowly warp and weaken to the point where a sharp tug would snap the weakest link easily. It was with 10 minutes to go until the pack left, the group already huddled on the grass area outside the main house, when I felt the full strength of my fae powers return. I tried again to call out to Lexter and Bytlock but they remained too far away for me to send anything but the idea of being alive to them: I was going to have to get out of this myself. Taking a ready stance, I concentrated on the minds of my 5 guards, all of which were entirely focused on their desires to be running with the pack and not on their (seemingly) helpless captive. They were bored and disgruntled. Perfect. A bored wolf was even more stupid than an attentive wolf; I gave myself the challenge to have them all dead before they even knew my chains were broken. With the wolf's venom coursing through my system, no longer affecting my body, I used it to heighten my sense of smell to that of fae and wolf combined, resulting in my ability to smell each metal used in the alloy if the door. Filtering out all the unwanted smells I focused on my guards and the house I was in, tracing and noting the most used routes and doors as paths to steer clear of. As a result, when the first howl split the air I had already planned my escape route and method of killing my guards down to which way their blood would splatter when they died. I was ready and payback was going to be a righteous bitch. I waited for the pack to run a fair distance from the house, my guards following their progress as I did, unaware of my intentions or their impending death. With a sharp grunt, I brought my arms down in a slicing motion, the weakened link parting like clouds, and the screech of metal the only suggestion of how much force I was truly exerting. I had reached and yanked open the door before the guards even heard the sound of the link breaking, my hand already grasping the closest guards' knife as they began to flinch. Using every inch of my super fae speed, I sliced through his neck, the head slowly coming from the body as I stepped forward to slice the next chest and so on until every wolf body was spurting a fountain of blood in slow motion. By the time I had redressed in my clothes and attached my weapons to their holsters after loading them, the first guards' body hit the floor with a soft thud. I didn't wait around to hear the rest fall. As I stood in the downstairs hall, I could already feel myself slowing down, unable to maintain top speed for a long period of time but I knew there were two other wolves that would their end by my hand today and I had to find them before I was moving at a normal speed again. Darting right, through the door, I followed my nose through the busy kitchen, the wolves in their barely inhaling fully before I was out the opposite door again and into the living room where John and Steve stood frozen mid laugh. Even amidst my furious thoughts, I had to silently chuckle to myself at the sound of the wolves laughing in slow motion. The sound was something like a seal crossed with a whale; what a fitting noise to be the last of the two rapists. Crossing the room, I pulled both guns from my hips, releasing one silver bullet from each into the chest of each wolf, just below their hearts. When I stopped before them, I paused long enough for time to catch up with me, so that (from their point of view) I appeared before them just as they felt the silver slugs worming towards their hearts and know that I was the reason for their last few moments of agony. The look of shock quickly masked the face of every wolf in the room and I stayed long enough to flash Steve and John a menacing smile before flitting into super speed once more. As far as I was concerned, I was free. No wolf was going to catch me before I was back to normal speed and, heck; I was probably going to be miles away before they even began to chase me. They are just stupid mutts after all. With a grin, I ran from the house, the world seemingly motionless behind me, tearing through the forest and speeding past the pack of wolves, frozen mid stride. Even at their top speed, they had nothing on me when I had the fire on full blast. As I ran, I relaxed and spread my thoughts out before me, mental screaming with joy and calling to Bytlock and Lexter, feeling a dim recognition in return. Maybe it was because I underestimated the dogs and thus wasn't paying attention that I then slammed to a full stop as my body was caught in an invisible net. I say net, but it was more like a powerful force, leeching the magic from me even as I used to try and break the hold of the substance or spell. Pulling my guns from my holsters again, I fired wildly into the substance that prevented me moving forward as the world caught up with me again and the pack caught my still lingering scent. Panicking I ran backward, away from the wall, still at a speed that caused time to slow around me but the world no longer froze. Every step became a physical exertion and I knew I didn't have long. Praying to every religious deity, I ran for the gate to the compound, hoping that the force that had held me was not protecting the entrance and exit. I hurtled past the wolves again, only this time slow enough to see the leading wolves begin to turn and follow my scent. I pushed, my breath beginning to leave me in pants rather than steady lung fulls. Still feeling the slightest contact with my friends I sent them a loud signal and locating call, not sending words only a powerful pull to my location, desperate to know that if I was trapped they were on their way. As I ran into the main compound again, wolves from the main house were beginning to spill onto the grass as they began to track me, still moving as though stuck in thick jelly but moving nonetheless. With glee, I saw that the gates stood wide open and without a second thought ploughed straight through them, only to feel a hand clasp around my neck and squeeze tightly. ... Coming to, I found myself gagged and bound in rope that prevented me from moving even the smallest fraction. I was suspended bodily from the ceiling with no contact with any walls or objects. It was a different room than before, but still remained that cliché white washed room of every horror or sci-fi movie ever. In the corner lay my clothes, crumpled and dumped, completely uncaring for the designer price tag attached to each. And my shoes, my poor beautiful shoes, had clearly been flung from my body without a care, now lying pitifully dispersed in the far corner. Interestingly I didn't feel as though I had been given any more wolf venom, which was smart on their part as it no longer poisoned but helped me. In fact I felt fine and had complete access to my powers. Feeling confused, I hesitantly reached out with my mind, only to immediately sense a barrier surrounding, much like the net in the forest. Cursing under my breath, I felt around until I realised I was effectively in a ball of this magic sucking substance and the fact I still had my powers was more a mockery of my situation than a gift. I hadn't heard of any wolves with this sort of weapon and certainly not one with the brain power to capture and keep a fae, even a half one. Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for a situation that I felt was going to completely surprise me. This Alpha was not the run of the mill were. I could of course claim that they left me hanging there for ages, embarrassed at my nudity and raging at the world, but in fact, I barely had registered all this before the door to my dungeon opened. 3 men and 2 women walked through the door. The two women were leggy, blonde and busty while looking like they spent hours in the gym every day. I immediately hated them, as every female naturally would, regardless of how nice they may be. The first two men exuded power and stood taller than the two women; one with shoulder length brown hair and the other a shorter curly blonde. However, it was the final man to walk in that held my attention, and sent alarm bells ringing. The man held a relaxed and uncaring stance and stood no taller than the other two males, but he seemed to tower over every one and his power and strength filled and dominated the room. Even my fae blood wanted to submit to this man, holding his gaze was a hard task. His eyes looked like molten amber, his lips full and jaw line strong and defined. His black hair had brown streaks running through it and was styled in that 'I just got out of bed' look that girls love. As my body cowered in fear, and my mind demanded I stay defiant, my body couldn't help but desire this man and all that he promised to be. My only problem is that I couldn't smell them, not a single one of them had any scent and I suspected the barrier had more purpose than keeping me magic less. "This killed seven of my betas? Are we laughing stock now!?" The Alpha's deep, rich voice hit me like a velvet wave and caused my body to tingle. Strong jaw line and the voice of a mountain, this Alpha was damn hot. "She barely comes up to my waist, and you're telling me she escaped and killed that many without anybody catching her?" The mention of my height insulted me, as a member of the short population of the planet; I can tell you we get quite defensive about our stature. "Sir, she is half fae, half human. We have heard of her. She is the one who killed the Ares pack in Greece last year, remember?" Blonde 1 spoke up in defence of themselves, clearly my escape was a sore point in their pride and they wanted to justify their failure with my reputation. The Alpha grunted in surprise while looking at me, clearly having fallen into the belief that my soft human appearance conveyed the extent of my capabilities. I couldn't understand how this seemingly normal Alpha had trapped me. "Still, that doesn't explain to me how she came to be hurtling through the gate towards me as I arrive without any of you on her tail!" My eyes widened with shock as I realised that the Alpha was the one who had caught me, he was capable of moving at a speed that no wolf should be able to meet. My gasp had caught the attention of the room, the Alpha's molten eye narrowing on me with distrust. He told the blonde Beta, James, to remove the gag from my mouth. Watching carefully, I saw him cross the invisible barrier with ease and into the space where I could access his mind. Quickly, with dagger precision, I delved into his mind, desperate to gain control of his thoughts. To my great shock, I was met by a wall of faces that I could not penetrate a skill that the fae taught each other and the wolves were not supposed to have. Watching him approach, I felt fear for the first time and inhaled quickly in my panic, his scent of crushed pine needles filling my throat and choking me. With practised and fluid movements he removed the gag from my mouth, and dropping it beneath me. As he lent forward I heard him sniff at me, and then jerk slightly and frowning. Before I could understand what he had smelt, he turned and left the bubble I was in, cutting me off from his scent and mind. Looking up at the Beta as he stepped back towards his Alpha, I couldn't help bust ask "How?" in a small voice. James, the Beta, looked at his Alpha for approval before answering: "How did I wall off my mind? Just as we created the bubble you are in and how the Alpha managed to catch you even as you moved so quickly." He told me, slight pitying look in his eyes. "The pack, or rather the Alpha line has fae ancestry, which is why fae normally leave us alone." I must have looked very confused because the Alpha then stepped forward to explain. "My Grandmother was a fae, a very powerful fae who fell in love with my Grandfather. However, a fae and wolf cannot be mates, or mated due to genetic differences. So what my Grandmother did was to combine her egg with that of a female were, so that they may produce one child of a mixed breed, much like you are. As such, fae magic is a trait passed down through the Alpha line and has made this pack very strong. So much so, in fact, that we have not been attacked by the fae for nearly 400 years. That was until, you did, 7 days ago in New York. So what has changed?" "What are you talking about? Fae and Wolf genetics? No way, I would have heard about that! I've been all over the world, interacted with every social group within the fae courts and not once have I heard of you or anything special to do with this pack!" If he really thought I was going to buy his crap, he had another thing coming. Telling me he had another which? Believable. This fairy-tale? Fat chance. "How old are you, child?" Blonde 2 asked, the look of pity on her face making me want to claw her eyes out. "Alpha, I don't think she knows..." "I'm 120 bitch, don't patronize me! I've killed more humans and wolves than you have, I'm feared and have a reputation that spans continents generations." Honestly, I did feel like I had been misled but my pride would not let itself be told so by the leggy blonde model in the corner. "You have killed 7 of my betas and must be punished before we begin to train you in the truth." I looked at him quizzically. Why not just kill me? Leaning down towards the exterior of my bubble, the Alpha said, "Why should we kill you when I can return you to your friends and family a broken vessel? What a waste your death would be." ... It had been three days since they had begun to torture my mind, forcing the truth and their ways of seeing things into my head. The pain of their invasion excruciating beyond belief. By the end of the 1st day, I was already curled up in the corner of my brain, just trying to save who I was rather than counter attack. By the end of the third day, my mind was beginning to unravel but I still refused to bend and break to their beliefs. Unlike the last 3 days, I was moved to a new room, and once again bound but this time my legs were held splayed open, my sensitive flesh exposed and easy to access. Today, my torturers Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 were going to be using physical pain to break me. Blonde 1 sat behind my head, hands on my temples ready to start her usual mental attack but I was more concerned with Blonde 2 who was making a show of arranging a large collection of studded whips, belts, clips, knifes and other tools on a table next to me. Within seconds of Blonde 1 beginning to fill my mind with her words, I felt the cutting bite of a 12 piece leather whip, with each strand studded with spikes, across the interior of my thighs. Trying not to scream, I focused on my mental blocks against Blonde 1, trying to ignore the striking of the studs against my bleeding thighs but only able to prevent the screams for very long. It was only once I could feel the hot blood dripping along my reddened flesh that the studded whip was put down, only to be replaced by a riding crop. A riding crop which was instantly upon my breasts, striking constantly upon the sensitive underside and nipples, pausing only long enough for her to clamp my nipples, before striking again. By this point tears were running down my face in torrents as my mind fought to retain its identity and my body was abused. Then, it stopped. Both Blondes backed away from my body, leaving me gasping in pain, only to feel a bucket of frozen water being poured on my flesh, igniting the pain rather than soothing it. Almost immediately, Blonde 2 began shallow cuts into my highly sensitive flesh, covering me in marks and reapplying them as my skin healed at its fast rate. As they were opened for the third time and blood began to pool beneath me, Blonde 1 returned to her mental attack as the precise moment that Blonde 2 cut into the lips of my pussy. She spent utmost care cross thatching the sensitive flesh with precision as my screams filled the room. The pain rocketed above anything I had experienced before and in an attempt to save myself, my instincts pulled all my magic in on one point before pushing out with incredible force, yet only managing to crack my bubble and cause Blonde 1 to gasp as her mind was filled with my pain. Blonde 2 smirked down at me, before grabbing a clamp and attaching it to my clit. Each punishment seemed as though nothing could be worse, until I felt the next. Straining to get away from the clamp, my body arched in the bonds, thrusting my breasts into the air. With a sadistic grin Blonde 2 leant over me and said "As you wish." Her hand came up across my tit, blade cutting in one continuous line across my breast pausing at the nipple to cut a cross on the bud before continuing to the other breast and doing the same. My scream must have been heard throughout the compound, my breath only managing to come in short pants as the slightest movement caused any healing my flesh started to do on my breasts to deteriorate again with the movement. The, next thing I knew was pain beyond anything I could comprehend and my mind being attacked once more. Before I blacked out, I had time to realize that Blonde 2 had just sliced through my clamped clit. ... Waking up, what must have been seconds later; I no longer felt any hands on my flesh or any attack on my mind. Bracing myself, eyes closed, I automatically reached out with my mind and was startled to find that the barrier was gone. Realizing I must have attacked the border with magic again due to the pain I began to try and call for help, only to be distracted by growling and screaming in the room. My eyes opened to see the Alpha wolf holding Blonde 2 by the neck against the wall with Blonde 1 cowering in the corner. "But..Sir, you told us-" Blonde 2 began, but was cut off when the Alpha growled and tightened his grasp. "Yes, I did. But my Wolf doesn't care about that because the barrier broke." The Alpha's growl shook the room and caused the two Blondes to squeal in fear, barring their throats in submission. I struggled to stay conscious through the pain, desperate to know what had happened. "B,But, can't you just put the barrier back up again?" Blonde 1 asked from her corner on the floor. Both Blondes seemed as confused as I was at to why their Alpha was reacting this way. In fact, the whole compound appeared to be listening to what was going on in my dungeon. "Yes I can, you stupid bitch, but my wolf won't allow that. Not if it means he can't tell whether she is safe or not. And particularly if it means he can't smell her anymore!" The Alpha seemed infuriated at the Blondes suggestion, as if what the problem was the most obvious thing in the world. "Now get out of here before I lose complete control of my wolf and kill you both. Go! NOW!" Both Blondes fled the room as fast as they could, whimpering like smacked puppies. Through half closed eyes, I watched as the Alpha approached me, hoping that he would just kill me and put me out of my misery. Instead he leant down beside me and began licking at my wounds with a shifted tongue. I tensed, expecting the sharp pain of contact but was surprised to find the touch soothing to the flesh. Once he had covered every inch of my body with his tongue, taking great care and delicacy with my abused and mutilated pussy, he stood up to hover over me, holding me gaze. Working for the Fae Ch. 05 Leaning down so his face hovered only inches above mine the Alpha growled, "Mine." Working for the Fae Ch. 06 More sex for you in this one guys. Loving the comments and any suggestions for how much fun the morning is going to be, let me know!! (you'll understand by the end of the chapter) xx ***** "Mine" ... I was groggy when I came to. You know all those times you wake up after a long night and you feel as if eternity has passed by without you knowing? Yea, it was one of those moments. Only I was waking up in a new bed, new room and with no clothes on. Wait, yep, that's happened after a long night as well. Chuckling slightly at my own internal musings, I tried to remember where I was and how much I had to drink last night. Looking around, I called out for Lexter with my mind, only to find that I couldn't project my thoughts more than a few metres in any direction. Just like that, it all came rushing back. I felt like I had been ploughed into by a large truck: the Alpha, the torture, everything. It even pushed the extremities of my bizarre life to the limits. Beginning to truly asses the room, I saw it was sparsely decorated with an Asiatic feel that made me want to go all girly and gush over the little oriental ornaments. The walls were a duck egg blue covered with famous quotes in cursive writing: it was exactly how I always wanted my room to be. I assumed who ever had done it had meant to be caring or kind, but instead it was creepy. Someone had looked into my mind while I had been unconscious and I had been unaware of their presence. No one, not even Lexter or Bytlock had ever managed to do that. For the first time in a very long time, I felt like a baby duckling in a fox den. Experimenting I walked around the room (in what may be the skimpiest nightgown ever made) and noted that the bubble, or rather, cube barrier encompassed the whole room and a small area outside the door. I assumed that was done so I was aware someone was about to enter the room. Opening doors I found a luscious ensuite with a power shower and Jacuzzi, as well as a large walk in wardrobe that was filled with clothes, all in my size. Whoever was keeping me here seemed to be intending that I stay for a long time. Or they had a lot of money to throw around, in which case I may choose to stick around for a while. The closet, in fact, the whole room, seemed to smell of the most sexual men's aftershave I had ever smelt. Leaning into the fabric of a cocktail dress, I inhaled deeply, trying to pick up any other scent but it was as if someone had purposely erased all other scents. To be honest, any other situation and I would have loved the smell, but it was stopping me from discovering where I was, so, for now, it was a problem. I still liked it though. Eventually, after gushing over the oriental figures, I went to lie back down on the bed, my body beginning to ache in the areas I had been abused. As much as I hated to do it, I fell back into a deep sleep, not knowing anything more than that I slept in my ideal room. ... It was the sound of breathing that eventually woke me from my sleep, that, and the presence of another mind pushing against mine. I startled awake. I clung to the sheets, trying to put distance between me and the other person in the room before I was even truly aware. Rubbing the sleep from my eye, I tried to fix my blurry vision on the man in the chair next to me bed. Slowly, my eyes began to focus and I could make out where his hand was, were it would have been playing with my hair only moments ago. I could start to make out that he was tall and muscular and, sweet lord, the scent of sexually explicit aftershave seemed to role of his skin. It took all over my willpower not to move closer and bury my face in his neck and inhale as deeply as I could. As it was, I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples hardening. Trying to gain control over my hormone driven body once more I raised my gaze to the man's face, only to scream and try to escape further into the solid wall behind me. It was the Alpha. He cocked his head to the side, listening to my heart beat itself into a frenzy; desire mixed with abject fear. He must have been the one to get past my barriers; his weird heritage must be messing with my system. I still didn't know what to make of this Alpha, I had seen him furious, cold, calculating, gentle and possessive in such short time frames that he seemed haywire and uncontrolled even when my mind tells me he must have the strongest self-control to be Alpha. During this mini episode of internal panic and chaos, the Alpha had remained still in his position, only his molten eyes moving to follow me. Slowly, he slid back into the chair, resting his arms on the supports to try and appear open and non-threatening. He wasn't fooling me. I stayed pinned against the corner, as far from him as I could get on the bed. "Tia, do you know where you are?" I shook my head, not bothering to question how he knew my name. Who knows what he took from my head. "You don't need to be afraid of me young one, you are not in danger any longer." I looked at him sceptically. So far, all I had suffered at the hands of these wolves was rape, abuse and game playing. I strongly suspected that this was just another way for them to try and break me. He sighed, seeing the defiance in my eyes. Almost immediately I felt the mind pushing at my wall again, this time with soothing thoughts. "Hey! Stop that! What do you want from me? What sick game are you playing with me now?" I was almost in tears from my confusion and anger. Maybe they had already broken me, maybe this was the part where they brainwashed me. "No, Tia..." he sighed, "I'm sorry, look I don't know how to deal with this and you have been in no fit state for it to be explained to you." He looked at me beseechingly, as if yearning for me to forgive him and hold him close. "I know that so far all you've suffered under my control has been vicious and cruel, but you must understand that you are a key piece in the war." I nodded. This I understood. Why I was in this room with him was what failed to make any sense. "The barrier I can create around you, as I'm sure you have noticed blocks several things. It stops anything magical from crossing it and absorbs all magic used when in contact with it; it blocks mental probing and smell. Smell! I hadn't caught your scent until your power broke my barrier yesterday." I looked at him. If this was supposed to make me understand, it wasn't working. "I don't understand, what does my smell ha-" I broke off, hating the whine in my voice. I was supposed to be a powerful bitch, an unstoppable weapon, and here I was dressed in a skimpy silk nightgown and huddled in a corner. I was disgusted with myself but too out of it to change how I was behaving. "I know, I'm sorry I'm being such a dunce but I don't want to scare you off by being to rash." Honestly, if the man walked in any more circles I was going to lose track completely. Hello! Recently tortured! "Between wolves, our scent is how we identify everything about each other: our family, our emotions and our mates. I hadn't caught your scent before because you were masking it and then my barrier prevented it from reaching me. I didn't realise. Plus, it should be impossible. But then I realised we are both mixed species, there is no precedent." I wasn't following. Call me slow, but I really didn't see what he was getting at. Seemingly, my face must have conveyed my lack of understanding as he clarified it in one sentence. "Tia, we are mates." I burst out laughing. Pure, body shaking, cackling laughter that has you crying in hysterics in seconds. I didn't know what game this wolf was playing at but no way was I going to fall for that. Mates? Us? Mates?!Doesn't he know how many wolves I have killed, how they disgust me? "Yes, but I'm not truly a wolf." That stopped the laughter cold. I hadn't even felt him brush my mind and yet he answered my thoughts as if I had spoken them out loud. "How did you..." I looked at him questioningly, only just noticing that I had moved closer to him on the bed, sniffing at the air as his scent got stronger. "I told you we are mates, I, as a wolf, can hear what you are thinking as if I'm thinking it myself. When we mate, you will gain the same ability for me." "When? WHEN?!" I was furious again; my emotions were like riding a rollercoaster. "When? How dare you presume what I will do, How dare you!" Tears coursed down my face as I realized that this wolf would never let me go easily. In his mind I belonged to him for the rest of my life and that I was just going to accept it and fuck him willingly. No. I am not a dog and I have no obligation to his petty feelings, regardless of how attracted to him I may be. "If you're not going to kill me, let me go." I almost growled at him, furious that he put me in this situation. He sighed. The condescending git sighed. I wanted to scream my frustration, how dare he treat me like a spoilt child. "Tia, I think you realize that you are just going to have to accept this and accept me. So, my name is Kyle Norton, Alpha of the New York pack, descendant of Alpha Peter Norton. I am 250 years old and, from today, I am no longer a single man." His cheeky grin threw me for a second, sexy men smiling is always my undoing. It was his attempt to reach out and touch me that brought me back to my senses. I flung myself backward to evade his touch and once again gathered the sheets around me as protection. "What about you? Tell me about you." He beseeched. I sat, watching him for a while, hoping that when I didn't respond he would leave. Clearly seeing my resolve, he leant back into the chair, getting himself comfortable, planning to wait me out. Finally, I let out an exasperated sigh. I would relent, if only to get him out of my room before my hormones managed to convince me to jump his sexy ass. "My name is Tia Matheson, I'm 120 years old. I'm known by many names due to my profession and have killed thousands of wolves and humans. I am, and always have been, a perfectly honed weapon." I sat keeping eye contact with him, trying to live up to my reputation and make clear that I was not some silly human who he could hump at his every wish. He smiled. "Well, Miss Matheson, I would like to invite you to eat with me tonight." He stated, sounding big headed after my relenting to his demand. Bristling, I started to inform him that I would eat him before I ate with him, but he cut in first saying "I expect to see you at eight, Tia. I will send an Omega to come and help you get ready." With that, he turned and left the room in a cloud of sexually pheromones, leaving me speechless and seething on the bed. "Asshole." ... Three hours later and I was trussed up like a Barbie Doll. I may like my heels and feminine clothes but the amount of make-up and hairstyle was ridiculous. As soon as I had escaped the reaches of this Omega, I was going to be making a few alterations. "So, I know you won't know what happens at dinner in the pack so I'll tell you." Came her awfully chipper voice as her fingers wrenched my hair painfully again. "The Alpha will probably have you sitting in front of the fire at a rectangular table at opposite ends. His wolf will be dying to claim you so he will need the distance to stop you jumping him. You are to eat with your hands and finish everything put on your plate. And..." I tuned her out. Honestly, it was like having Miss Piggy wittering away in your ear. "... oh and you can't get the smell of any male on you, my scent is bad enough." Woah, what? "Sorry, why?" "Oh, because if the Alpha smells another male on you before you're mated his wolf will want to kill him because it will fear competition. That's why your room was decorated by the Alpha personally so it only smells of him." Ah, well that explains that. "C'mon, we'd better get you to the Alpha's room before he gets mad." She dragged me up by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong. Quickly, I was pushed through my doorway. I had hoped that I could use this chance to escape but was forced to let the idea go when I realized the bubble was moving with me and Kyle had sent Betas to escort the Omega and me to his rooms. 4 very masculine Betas. 4 smelly men. It may have been petty, but the whole way through the compound, instead of mapping out the building like I should've, I spent the time brushing against the Betas whenever I could while seeming innocent. By the time we reached the Alpha's suite, even I could tell other men had been in contact with my skin and clothes. Walking before my guards and past the omega I walked through the open door of the Alpha's suite, grinning as the Omega caught my scent and her eyes widened in panic. Quickly smothering the smile and adopting a surly demeanour, I pranced into the room and flopped down in the proffered chair, facing the Alpha at the long table. As soon as I was in place, the Betas left and the doors were locked behind them. Immediately, I pulled the stupid ties from my hair, allowing it to flow around my shoulders again as well as pulling of the false eyelashes and licking my lips to remove the blood red lipstick. Looking up, I saw the smile the Alpha quickly smothered and couldn't help but wonder when he would notice. I saw the questioning look that then possessed his face and new he had heard the errant thought. Smugly, I grinned back at him, leaning back in the chair as a display of dominance and power, taunting him with errant thoughts. Clearly trying to calm himself, he inhaled deeply only to stop and begin sniffing at the air. Getting up he came towards me, stiffening and growling as he smelt his Betas scent on my body. I saw the amber of his eyes flash and new his wolf was near the surface. My body responded automatically. However, it caught us both by surprise. Instead of becoming defensive and prepared to kill him, my body launched itself forward. Wrapping him in a tight embrace, inhaling his scent at his neck as my cunt started to drip with sudden arousal. The Alpha continued to growl, but it seemed more of a purr than a warning, his hands coming up to cup my ass. Now, I'm not proud of this, but all I wanted at the moment was to feel his lips on mine. Tilting my face up, I pulled his head to mine, taking his lips with all the fury and anger and passion that I had felt towards him since we met. I could have melted into him like that, if he hadn't tried to soften the kiss into something loving and adoring. As soon as the kiss became sweet, my mind snapped back into control, my body overruled as I yanked myself away from him. I whirled into a fighting stance, knowing that even if I couldn't kill the Alpha I could harm him enough to put him out of action for a while. The angry growl was back. "Get back here!" "No, don't touch me!" "That wasn't how you felt a second ago!" Taking a steady breath, I could almost feel him try to regain control of his wolf. I didn't relax my stance until he returned to his seat at the table. With a smirk, I flounced back into mine, trying to hide my own attempts to control my body. What the hell was that?! The rest of the meal was silent. We ate healthily and I drank several glasses of wine (fae fact #146 we can't get drunk, well, I can but only after a whole keg). It was only towards the end of the meal that I began to notice that my libido seemed to be hiking out of control. I mean, being a fae I was always horny, but this was something else. It was actually starting to hurt; I needed release and was starting not to care how I got it. It was especially hard to continue to defy the Alpha's pull as my body became more and more aroused. Honestly, if a perfume company could bottle his scent in aftershave, no women would be able to walk around outside without soaking through her panties. I could feel my nipples hardening and my shirt, feeling my pupils dilate and my breath coming in shorter and shorter gasps. The silence of the room became filled with the clear evidence of my heated arousal; even I could smell my arousal when normally you can't smell yourself. My dinner companion's eyes had begun to glow and a clear, defined bulge had developed in his trousers. His dark purple shirt had, at some point, been unbuttoned by three displaying his smooth chest to my ravenous eyes. Yet, it was his groan of arousal that finally sent me over the edge. For the first time in my life, my human instincts pushed the dominant fae ones to the back. This time, as I walked to him, I didn't stalk like a hunter, I prowled like a seductress. I didn't hold my hands in fists, they caressed me body. I was a woman driven by my hormones, a pure sex machine and I loved it. By the groan the Alpha uttered, he loved it as well, his eyes flickering between my face, tits and hips. The walk from my chair to his seemed to take forever, a forever I used by slowly unzipping the tight dress I was ensconced in and allowing it to slip from my body , pooling at my feet as the lingerie the omega had dressed me in was revealed to his gaze. I wore red stockings attached to a lace garter belt which matched the half cup bra that my heavy tits seemed ready to slip out of at any minute. My panties were black and red cage backs, a style I'd always found men adored. As the dress hit the floor and the extent of my sexy garments were revealed, the Alpha launched towards me, his hands seemingly desperate to be touching all of me at once. His lips captured mine, heated and demanding, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, dominating and controlling. My hormones surged through me in response. I kissed back, submissive yet firm, giving him something to dominate while allowing him to ravage my flesh as he wanted, as we both needed. It wasn't long before I felt my bra give and my breasts spilled into his greedy hands, his mouth leaving mine to suck on my tit so his hands could move further south. Watching this powerful Alpha worship my tits almost sent me over the edge, and then his fingers brushed over my lace panties causing my orgasm to spasm through my body. Before I had even stopped spasming, the Alpha had unhooked my stockings and rolled them off my legs, lovingly kissing the inside of legs as the flesh was revealed. Looking up into my lustful eyes from the floor as the last stocking was removed, we studied the passion on the others face before his mouth attached itself to my cloth covered pussy. The sudden assault on my cunt caused me to yell out in both pleasure and surprise. As he pulled the garter belt from my heated flesh I pushed his mouth away, jealous that he was the only one exploring. Licking and sucking at his chest, I slowly unbuttoned his shirt, nibbling and sucking at his nipples as I pushed the shirt from his shoulders. His body was as toned as any body builder but had naturalness about it that they failed to achieve. Smiling up at him, I traced a path down towards his navel with my tongue, following the trail of hair leading down from his belly button annoyed that I had to pause in my perusal to remove his trousers. Undoing his trousers, I slipped them down his legs and off, glad that he chose to walk around his rooms in bare feet. Now I looked up at this God of a man in his tight briefs, with is erection poking out of the top, and for a second was in awe of the fact he wanted me. The thought was quickly brushed aside as my arousal increased as I watched his cock twitch in its constraints. Moving, so my head was parallel with his dick, I leant forward and licked the protruding head of his cock as my fingers curled into the top of his briefs. His moan caused me to shiver and without further ado, I pulled his briefs down his legs and off, revealing his large cock to my lustful stare. Moving up his body, I locked my eyes on his, as I gently blew across the head of his cock before slowly leaning in the take just the bulbous head of his massive organ into my mouth. I swirled my tongue over the head and then noted how he seemed to like it when I flicked quickly at a spot just under the head on the underside of his cock. With a moan from me, one hand playing with my tits, the others caressing his balls, I sank my mouth down onto his cock. Having fucked many a fae in my life, I had long ago learnt how to open my throat up for a cock, but the Alpha tested my ability from his length to his girth, meaning I had to try 3 times to fully take his cock to the root. When my lips touched the skin at the base of his shaft, the yell that left his lips caused me to groan and suck harder. Leaving him to begin fucking my mouth with abandon, before flooding my throat with his hot cum. Working for the Fae Ch. 06 I barely had a chance to pull back of his still hard cock, before I was picked up and bent over the table. I felt his fingers spear into my dripping pussy and looked back in time to see him suck the juice from his fingers, eyes closed, moaning in ecstasy. Opening his eyes, seeing my gaze on him, he grinned before pushing forward and impaling me on his cock. We both yelled out at the sudden intrusion, mine in pleasure and shock; I couldn't believe that I had taken such a massive organ so easily. With a groan, he began pulling his dick almost completely out of my gushing cunt before plunging himself back in again, his dick hammering away in my pussy. He was fucking me like a possessed man, which, in a sense, he is, and was causing both myself and the table to lurch backwards and forwards, filling the room with my squeals and the groan of the table. Soon, I began to feel his cock swell and his nails lengthen on my hips, scared I turned to look at him, his eyes glowing in their passion. "Don't worry; I will not mate with you until you agree." Came the raspy reassurance from the Alpha wolf buried deep in my cunt. Deciding to trust him (it wasn't like I could do much about it anyway), I allowed myself to succumb to the orgasm building inside me. The howl of passion from the wolf buried in my cunt announced the deposit of cum deep in my body as it erupted from his cock. In response body exploded with an earth shattering orgasm and my wail of passion joined his howl, two animals lost to their desires. As we came down from our highs, I swear I could almost feel the cum swashing around in my body. Trying to stand up, my legs collapsed beneath me and the Alpha caught me before I hit the ground. Wrapped in his large, muscular arms, I slowly started to drift off to sleep while he placed me on a large bed and then crawled in behind me, wrapping his large body around mine; soft cock nestled between my ass cheeks. "It's going to be a fun morning..." I heard the Alpha mumble behind me. I tried to smile but was too far gone, my last thought 'he thinks I'm asleep' before I drifted off to a content sleep. Working for the Fae Ch. 07 I woke up smiling. I woke up feeling a sense of bliss and rightness in the world, as if I had finally found my place. Of course, I'm not in any shape or form a morning person so I couldn't figure out why I was feeling this way. I just lay there, half in a dream state, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of complete happiness, perhaps for the first time in my life. Then the large hand that I hadn't registered on my stomach moved to cup my breast. Men. Sighing, I allowed Lexter to keep his hand there, loving its unusual warmth against my flesh. As the offending hand began to play with my nipples, I just enjoyed the sensations, lying with my eyes closed and rolling slightly to give his hand better access. Still half asleep, I moaned as Lexter began suckling on my nipple, rolling the bud between his tongue and teeth, pulling gently. Already feeling my arousal building, I pushed his head down towards my pussy, desperate to have his skill full tongue on the sensitive flesh. Was there a better way to wake up in the morning? I felt his breath on my bare pussy mere seconds before his mouth latched onto my swelling clit with gusto he had never shown before. It was as if I had starved him of my pussy, instead of his usual slow tease that left me begging for more. Groaning, I ground my cunt into his mouth, loving the unusually rough treatment. My eyes still closed I fought the coming orgasm, wanting the attention to last and last, to bask in the pleasure of the half dream state for hours. Lexter was not going to have it; he worked his fingers in and out of my dripping pussy while sucking and nibbling my clit. The orgasm crashed through me, my eyes screwing up in pleasure, my hands grasping at the bed sheets. Before the orgasm subsided, I felt Lexter push his swollen cock into my spasming pussy, lying between my lewdly spread legs as he sunk his full length into my warmth. Still refusing to open my eyes, I jumped slightly as his breath caressed my ear. That and his movements in my cunt caused me to gasp and, as he spoke, I stopped cold. "Your pussy tastes amazing my love, I didn't get a chance to fully enjoy it last night," came the husky voice in my ear. "To be honest, I thought I was in for hell this morning, not heaven," said the Alpha with his cock gliding in and out of my cunt, ignorant of my sudden realisation. Slowly, the events of last night came back to me and I realised what was happening. I had woken in the Alpha's embrace, not Lexter's, and it was the Alpha's cock buried deep inside me, not my fae boyfriend's. Instead of the white hot fury I expected, I felt, instead, a sense of depressed acceptance and sorrow. My body craved this man and my mind detested him. If I escaped I could never call him my enemy as my Queen would demand and if I stayed(as if I had a choice) my will would eventual cave to his and who I am will be lost. Neither was the way I had imagined my life to be, but they were my two paths and even then escape seemed quite impossible, so only one was a true possibility. As I finished my internal evaluation of my doom, I felt the Alpha seize up in orgasm and fill my body with his cum once again, still oblivious to my inner turmoil. "Please, get off me, please." My voice was quiet and timid, my eyes still closed and my head turned into the bed. "Please, I won't run." And I was telling the truth. I had resigned myself to this new reality and I wasn't going to fight it anymore, that didn't mean I was going to enjoy it. "What is it? What's wrong?" Asked the Alpha, still riding his sexual high, his body smothering mine. "Tia? Look at me, what is wrong?" He cupped my face with his large hand, turning my face up to him. "Tia, open your eyes." With a sigh I opened them, the Alpha's face mere inches from mine, the molten amber filling my sight. He looked down at me worry and confusion clear on his face, turning to slight panic as tears grew in my eyes. Trying to smother a sob, my body shook, tears leaking down my face in mini rivers, as if carving my sorrow into my flesh. Though he begged me to tell him what was wrong I couldn't think of how to phrase my problems in a way for him to understand, so just lay limp and crying beneath him. Eventually, he ran from the room, yelling names out as he dressed. Instead of following or trying to escape, I curled up into a ball on the bed. Inhaling his scent and crying out at the world for what it had done to me. Even now, while I mourned the loss of my future and my friends, I felt empty without the Alpha lying beside me. My body yearned to follow and find him, to hold him close to me and never let go. Realising this only caused the tears to flow faster, I wasn't grieving for a loved one or a lost life, I was grieving for the person I had been for 120 years. When the crying finally stopped, I remained in my tight ball, pinned down by my fears and worries. Who was I? What was my purpose? Where did I stand? Who could I trust? Everything had changed. My own body had forced me to realise that there was no going back, that this Alpha had changed me on a basic level when we had met and then from last night. That terrified me. "I don't know! I woke up to find her moving my hand to cup her breast, then I ventured further and she seemed to be enjoying it! Then I finished, looked down and she was lying there, eyes closed head turned away asking me to leave her be!" The Alpha's worried voice carried to my ears as he entered his room, clearly having fetched some sort of help. "Kyle, calm down. Did you ask her?" Came a high female voice that seemed familiar. "Yes, but she just lay limply in my arms and seemed to be trying not to cry!" The pain in the Alpha's voice tore at me, my body wanting to comfort him but the turmoil of my mind held me still. "Sir, why don't you sit in your lounge for a minute while Brittany and I try and talk to her?" Came a second high voice, which, again, seemed all too familiar. Clearly having agreed, I listened as the Alpha's footsteps left the room and heard him huff as he sat in a chair nearby. I didn't her the two females move but felt as the bed dipped under their weight as they climbed onto the bed. I expected them to sit near me and try to communicate so was wholly surprised when I felt myself surrounded on both sides by two forms. Jerking up and away from the contact, my breathing spiked as I looked down on the two faces blinking up at me. "M'am-" was all they could say before a scream tore from my mouth and I ran from them, falling of the bed and slamming into the corner of the room. Continuing to scream, I searched for the closest door as Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 walked towards me, arms out in a non-threatening gesture. Glad that my bubble prison moved with me, I used all my speed to launch myself at the door, Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 freezing mid step, still looking to where I had been sitting on the floor. As my fae powers took over, my human self was shoved to the back, scream cut off, as my training kicked in. Within mere milliseconds I was through the door and heading towards the exit to the suite only to find the bubble slam to halt around me, thus causing me to ram into the invisible wall. Groaning, I looked around as the world began moving again, my only thoughts were of how to get away from Blonde 1 and Blonde 2. "TIA!? TIA, WHAT'S WRONG!?" The Alpha yelled in panic as he rounded the corner at full speed, his wolf dangerously close beneath the surface. He stopped himself from touching me just in time, noticing how close I was to my fae side right now and knowing if I wanted to I could cause him serious harm. "Tia?" The human side of me wanted to hold him close as I saw the confusion of emotions swirling in his eyes dominated by a fierce need to protect me, but my fae blood felt too threatened to recede with Blonde 1 and Blonde 2 so close. "Sir! M'am!" I whirled around, flying into a defensive position as the two Blondes rounded the corner and headed toward us, causing them to freeze in place. Oh yes, they were scared of me now I wasn't bound and gagged. "M'am?" I growled low in my throat, my fae blood coursing through my veins as the magic filled every cell. I would have killed them right there and then if the Alpha hadn't stepped in. "Brittany! Chloe! Stay back and lie down, now!" The Alpha warned, clearly seeing my intentions. "Submit! NOW!" I watched as the two blondes, though highly confused, dropped to the floor into submissive postures. I yowled in fury as my prey made themselves so easy to kill. "Stand up and fight me, you cowards!" I hissed. I wanted to feel their lives pour from their bodies after having them fight in desperation to save them. "I will not kill you while you lie on the floor waiting for it!" "Tia, calm down." The Alpha demanded behind me, his deep voice filled with power. "Brittany, Chloe, don't move or I fear she will kill you." I flipped the bird at the Alpha, fully intending to kill them regardless and began stalking towards my cowardly prey. "Tia." Came the gruff bark from behind me, then his large hand wrapped around my arm and dragged my back into his embrace. "Tia, what is it? What did they do?" I laughed, the fae blood still running high so it came out as a mixture of a yowl, hiss and cackle. "Don't pretend you don't know what they did, oh mate of mine." I accused, sarcasm dripping from every word. "They tortured me and abused me in every way possible. The mere sight of them brings terror to my human side and even I have felt the effects of their abuse." I snarled at the two as they whimpered on the floor. "They are mine, by blood right!" "Enough! If you should be mad at anyone, it should be me. I ordered their treatment of you; I told them to abuse you in that way." I could see that pain lurking within him and knew that this had caused him much grief over the past few days, the knowledge he had hurt his mate. Turning in his arms, I brought a hand to his face, my human side loving how he leant his head into my touch and hating the pain in his eyes. "My human side would hate me if I caused you harm and she can't hate me if our two parts must coexist in this form." He blinked at me. "You mean.... that you are like two separate parts?" The shock on the Alpha's face caused me to giggle; I hadn't seen the expression on the big man's face before. "Normally? No. But when needed I may call on one aspect to take full control and then we think like two separate things. Like last night, my human side took full control so that she could enjoy her attraction to you without me getting in her way." I chuckled to myself, feeling my fae self-begin to balance with the human in me again as I calmed, relaxing into the Alpha's embrace. "I'm sorry, they came to lie next to me and I freaked. I hold no grudge against you but I don't know when I will be fully comfortable around them. Please ask them to leave." I mumbled against his chest, not wanting to look upon the two faces that had begun to haunt the edges of my nightmares. As they left, and the Alpha settled me in his lap on a chair, I contemplated the strength at which my fae side had come forward. Never before had I been so internally separated that I had referred to myself as if I was another being. Perhaps, being here, it was the first time my human side had really ever made itself present, because when I had gone so completely fae, I realized that was how I had lived most of my life up until now: ignoring my humanity. "Tia, I am so sorry for how you were treated." The husky voice of the Alpha washed over me, my body shivering in response. "But, you have to realise that this is a war and you are one of the fae's key weapons an-" "Was." "What?" "I was one of their key weapons. Not anymore, I can't be that person anymore. I was mourning the loss of that person this morning." I said, gazing into his eyes, I was not going to allow myself to become cowed and fearful in this life. I was a trained killer, I needed to recover that strength and use it in this new life. "I'm sorry mate, I know this was not how you imagined the future and I'm sorry that I was the one to rip that from you." I sensed a true sense of regret in this large Alpha, even though we would have been enemies he seemed to recognize that I had my friends and future torn from me as soon as he proclaimed his possession of my soul. "However, I am not sorry that my wolf claimed you. You are not only a fierce warrior driven by her instincts but you will continue to make the Alpha blood line strong and different." I couldn't help but smile at the large man who held me to his body. Even as he apologized for the torment he had caused me his thoughts still remained with the future of his pack. I had never met a male so protective with a fatherly intent, rather than possessive with greed. I liked it, I felt as if his embrace symbolized a safety and family that the fae did not share with each other. It may also explain why my fae blood forced me to stand and break the embrace, my feet pacing the floor in front of his chair. "Alpha Norton, I recognize tha-" "Tia, use my name." "Sorry, Alpha Kyle, I re-" "Just my name Tia." "Sorry, K..Kyle, I recognize that and accept that this is my future now. Both my fae blood and human agrees that this is an inescapable truth. Even if I did escape I couldn't return to how I was because I couldn't kill you and an assassin that can't kill her enemy is a poor assassin." I continued to pace before him, needing to convey my thoughts to him but still uncomfortable with the intimate way he wished to hold me and converse in. "However, though my human blood urges me to stop all this denial and throw myself, soul and mind, into your embrace, my fae blood still struggles to accept the attention of a wolf. The only reason it's not demanding your immediate death, and the death of the pack, is, I assume, due to the fae blood that courses through the pack." I paused in front of the Alpha, hoping to see understanding on his face and not annoyance or disgust at my continued struggle. Instead I saw a look of such tenderness and caring that my heart swelled with emotion, yet I still held myself away, I needed to finish. "Despite the struggle and conflict I feel being here and touching you, we, I, have decided that this is now where we belong and that we are committed to integrating into this pack under one condition." I stepped closer to him. This was a key moment for me and it was going to define our relationship for a long time. Smiling at me, the Alpha stated "Whatever you wish, Tia, I will give if it is within my power." "I wish to call my friends and son." ............... After explaining my blunder to the shocked face of the Alpha that Bytlock was not my flesh and blood but had become like son to me, he agreed to allow me the phone call. The only point of conflict had been over my demand to be allowed the privacy to do so without being listened to. He of course had cause for concern, I didn't say anything and allowed him to decide whether my integration would be based on trust or not. Eventually it was decided. Sitting in his office with the phone in my hand, dialling Lexter's number, I smiled as I heard the Alpha grumbling about my demanding women streak appearing already, much to the hysterics of his Betas as they all left to get food in the cafeteria. I was happy he had decided to give me my privacy. "Hello?" I heard down the line, the silky voice causing tears to form in my eyes again. I hadn't realised how much I missed him. "Lexter?" "Tia! Thank god, where are you? What happened? Tell me where you are and I'll come get you. Thank god, I thought you were dead after we lo-" "Lexter, Lexter! Calm down. I'm okay." I half laughed, half sobbed down the phone. "I'm not dead, believe me." "Tia? What's wrong, where are you?" "I can't tell you where I am Lexter and you wouldn't understand if I told you why. I just wanted to hear your voice and see what was happening." "Tia c'mon, tell me what's going on. The Queen said she had felt you die and has called for an all-out attack on the Weres in retribution. She's acting like that surrogate mother that has been wronged again." "WHAT! There is no way we can launch a full scale attack, our numbers are too small and we don't know the extent of the union between the witches and the wolves, is she insane?!" "Well, she is clearly lying about something, because you are sure as hell not dead. Where are you? I'll come pick you up so we can confront the bitch together and stop this insanity." "Lexter, I... I can't. Things have changed. I'm not coming back; I can't be the person that I was. I cannot be her blind and faithful attack dog that she sends into dangerous situations without a care of the outcome." "Tia...!" "Lexter, you know I love you and I always will. I just hope that, for both of our sakes, we will never meet again. It wouldn't end well. Did you know about the pack I was sent into?" This had been tugging at my mind from the minute the Alpha had told me that the fae knew not to attack his pack. Lexter was a very old fae, if anyone knew about them, he would. "You mean the New York pack? Yes, what about them?" "Lexter, why didn't you tell me?" "About what, they are just a normal pack... a normal pack." I knew Lexter too well to not notice as his voice tightened slightly. He was lying. "This is what I mean, I was a blind attack dog that was used by the fae. I just never thought I would be used by the people I love." "Tia! It's not like that Tia, she told me no-" I laughed. "Don't blame your choices on the Queen you just asked me stand up against with you. " I threw the phone down on the receiver, terminating the call and glad the wolves had blocked the phone number from the compound. Feeling utterly betrayed and used, I called Bytlock, needing to hear the voice of someone I knew I could always trust. Ring. Ring. Ring. No Answer. I tried again. Ring. Ring. Ring. No answer. I was starting to worry. Bytlock never missed the phone by the second call. Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello?" "Bytlock! Are you ok?" "Tia! I knew you weren't dead, I didn't feel you leave us. Where are you? SO much has changed and the Queen has lost it again. I need you." Hearing him almost in tears in his relief caused my own flow of waterworks to build and spill over again. God. I was getting tired of crying all the time. If this is what engaging with my humanity resulted in I was going to be a puddle before the end of the month. "Hey there hun, how are you? Been keeping out of trouble?" "Yes, I'm good but where are you? Lexter and I can come and pick you up!" "Bytlock, I can't come back okay, I'm sorry but stuff has happened that means I can't return to the fae court." "Tia? What's wrong? Did I do something wrong?" I heard the sob in his voice and struggled to hold myself together. I knew this was going to be hard. "Bytlock, you didn't do anything and you know I love you. I just can't return to the world of backstabbing and lying, even L-" I cut off mid word as I heard mumbling and beeping on the other end of the line. "Who was that?" "Oh it's just Lexter, he said you just called him and are mad at him...?" "Bytlock, don't listen to what he's telling you. He manipula-" "We got her! She is just West of Middlespoint, NY!" Came a voice in the background. "Bytlock...?" "We are coming to get you Tia, don't worry. We'll kill whoever has you, then you can come home!" Bytlock exclaimed with glee. "No! Bytlock, listen to me! I don't want you to kill these people, they are important to me." "But, Tia..." "Bytlock, if the fae get me, they will kill me! They know I'm not loyal to the cause anymore!" I heard yelling in the background and could tell no one was going to listen to poor Bytlock, I had to get off the phone and warn the Alpha. Working for the Fae Ch. 07 "Tia, I'm sorry but they are on their way. And don't be silly, they won't kill you. They want to save you!" Exclaimed the panicked fae on the phone. "Bytlock, Never lose that innocence. I love you." I put the phone down, fearing in my heart that I would never speak to him again. Shaking off my melancholy, I knew I had to warn the Alpha as soon as I could but I didn't know the compound and my desire for privacy meant that no Betas stood guard outside the rooms as well. With a sigh, I headed for the door, deciding to find the closest wolf and asking for their help. I was going to have to meet the pack at some point and I needed their help now. Already I started to feel protective of this group of strangers and it scared me slightly, but I could deal with that later. Opening that door to the rooms, I looked out onto a surprisingly empty corridor. Stepping out, I waited to see if some form of hidden security was going to step out of the nearby rooms. Nothing. With a smile, I realised that the Alpha had trusted me more than I would have trusted myself. I allowed myself a second or two of glowing happiness at the realization that this man was not likely to trick or use me anytime soon. Stalking down the corridor, I allowed my fae to come closer to the surface, not completely, but enough to increase my sense of smell and move at a faster pace. I followed my nose, locking onto a partially familiar scent that seemed to stick out from the rest of the scent paths. I could only smell fresh paths due to the number of scents in the corridor, so I knew that this wolf had passed through here very recently. Following my nose, I allowed myself to be led through multiple turns and doors, gaining on the wolf as I felt the scent get stronger and stronger, fresher and fresher. Eventually, I came to a closed door and could here two sets of breath on the other side. Without a thought, I pushed on the door, snapping the lock in two in my urgency to talk to the wolf I had been following. Bursting in, I was greeted by the sight of a man with his face buried in the pussy of Blonde 2. Growling, I stalked forward, knowing I needed to reach my Alpha but also wanting to see the bitch bleed. My growl, caught both of their attentions and caused the Blonde to squeak and lie on the bed in a submissive position, pissing my fae off again as killing her in that position would be too easy and fast. However, my human side was focused on the male, still kneeling on the floor, his throat also exposed to me, showing me my dominance. My human side demanded I leave the Blonde for a later date and insisted the fae to focus on the male; we had to warn my Alpha. Focusing on the male and allowing my two sides to merge again, I recognized him as the Beta James, the wolf who had removed the gag from my mouth. "M'am, may I help you?" He asked, remaining in his submissive position. I knew I had to diffuse the situation so I allowed my humanity to push my hunter instincts away. "Sorry James, I needed to track you and my fae side does not like your bed partner. I need your help." Instantly I felt James sharpen, his head inclined as an acceptance of my apology. "Blonde, please sit up just do not look in my eye or speak." I saw, in the corner of my eye, Blonde 2 sit up on the bed with her gaze firmly fixed on the floor. "M'am, what can I do for you?" "James, I need you to take me to my Alpha. I must warn him of something but I cannot find him because of this damn power sucking bubble." "Right, he is in the cafeteria M'am, I shall take you too him." He stood, putting a shirt back on and redoing his trousers. "I apologize for bursting in at such an unfortunate moment but I have little choice." I said, feeling guilty for ruining their moment. "Blonde please come with us, I need to get used to you if I'm staying here." "Chloe M'am, my name is Chloe." Chloe said, falling into step behind me as we followed James out of the room. I knew her trailing me was a sign on submission but I did not like the fact I couldn't see her. "Alright Chloe, but please, walk next to me. My fae dislikes not being able to see what you are doing." She quickly fell into step behind me as we weaved through the seemingly endless corridors. "Tell me about the pack hierarchy Chloe, would you?" I already knew how packs worked, due to my training, but I felt that she needed to feel that I was trying to move past what she had done to me. I soon tuned out her voice as we walked down the corridor, instead focusing on the problem of telling my Alpha what was happening. "... And then you have to choose who will be your female Beta's once you mate with the Alpha." I heard Blonde 2, I mean, Chloe, finish off. "Choose? I thought they would already be in place?" I asked, confused as to why females were not already in Beta roles. "No, there can be no female Beta's until there is a female Alpha. She chooses female sin the pack who are strong and whom she trusts. Quite often in can be that the female Alpha will choose only friends and family, despite that there might be stronger wolves. It can be quite a controversial and difficult task for the Alpha female." I groaned. Great. Already a task that would cause conflict within this pack and I would be the source of it. "M'am?" James said, breaking into our conversation. "We are here. Please be warned that there are many wolves in the cafeteria right now and all will be very curious about you. I ask that you try and bring your humanity as close to the front and possible, to try and prevent your fae trying to attack any over exuberant wolf." I blinked at him in shock. "I apologize, but the Alpha told his Beta's of how your lineage works so that we may understand your actions and decisions better." I nodded, in some ways glad that I wouldn't have to explain myself as often as I feared to the Beta's. Following James into the large room, I focused on my humanity as the room fell deadly silent, only the Alpha's large booming laugh and those of his Beta's ringing through the silence. Following the sound, I spotted my Alpha sitting at a long table amongst his friends, still oblivious to the silence of the room. Unable to help myself, I ran forwards towards the Alpha, even my fae adding to my speed I her own want to get closer to my Alpha faster. A collective gasp went through the room as I must have appeared to disappear in the doorway, only to reappear at the Alpha's side. James and Chloe quickly followed me across, James telling the pack to continue with what they were doing. Finally seeming to notice my presence, my Alpha looked up at me, a twinkle of happiness in his eye. "My Alpha, huh?" He asked, much to my confusion. " I heard you refer to me as 'my Alpha' through James and keep hearing it in your thoughts." He proclaimed, pulling me to sit on his lap, clearly overjoyed with my new term of endearment. I hadn't even noticed my change from 'the Alpha' to 'my Alpha' and I smiled up at him. "Sir, she asked me to bring her to you because she had something important to relay." James said, breaking into our moment, Chloe nodding beside him. Looking up, a look of surprise crossed his face. "You went to find James and Chloe?" I chuckled slightly, realizing what had surprised him. "Actually, I followed James' sent, recognizing it and it was fresh so your damn bubble didn't prevent me from smelling it. Chloe happened to be enjoying some special attention when I burst into their room." I heard James chuckle at my term and saw Chloe blush in embarrassment. "I know what my destined role here is to be and I know I need to get past my fear, I am not a weal woman." I stated, proud to see my Alpha's eyes glint with approval. "So, what is the problem then Tia? Did you get through to your friends okay?" He asked, his hand trailing up and down my arm. "I need to talk to you and your Beta's somewhere private, now." I whispered in a hushed tone, aware of all the eyes in the room watching the Alpha interact with his new mate. "Okay, follow me." He said, standing up, causing me to slide of his lap and nearly lose my balance, James sniggering at my ungraceful landing from behind me. Throwing him a snarky look over my shoulder and sticking my tongue out, I followed my Alpha. The Beta's trailed behind me and I knew my Alpha would be summoning the others on the way. "You know, it's awfully hard for me not to take you straight back to our room when you keep calling me that." He said to me as I followed him into a plush meeting room, a cheeky grin on his face. I sighed looking at him, 'Moron' I thought, knowing he had heard it when the grin widened. His hands reached towards me, but I scampered out of his reach as the Betas filed into the room and took their seats. Looking around at the large wolves, I felt my fae stir under the surface, ready to come forward and fight at a seconds notice. I knew that these men posed no threat but I couldn't help from allowing the fae to seep forward slightly, my walk becoming more of a stalk and my nails lengthening slightly. Finally the last wolf took his seat. "Right, I don't know some of you but from what I have understood from James, you all know who I am." All the heads nodded. "I apologize for any outburst I may make but I am already slightly uncomfortable with being in this room with you all so ask if you could speak calmly and not move suddenly, as well as keeping your wolves under control. I do not want to harm any of you or cause any of you to have to attack me." I saw all the wolves nod in agreement, some trying to relax their anxious postures in an attempt to look less threatening. "Right, the Alpha al-" "Kyle." He interrupted, grinning as I growled slightly in frustration. "Fine, KYLE, allowed me to call my friends today and I did so. Only without realizing it, I called someone who I shouldn't have termed a friend. My ex-boyfriend is one of the old ones, centuries old and powerful, very powerful. He also used me and sent me to destroy this pack knowing full well about your history and ability to threaten any fae. I was unaware that he knew the truth until today. If I had been aware, I would not need to be talking to you all now. He traced my phone call to my best friend." I heard and saw the Betas gasp and the troubled look begin to form on the face of my Alpha (which of course became a grin as he heard me call him that again). "He must have known who I would call next and tricked my truly innocent friend into thinking the fae wished to help me. Of course, I know that if they catch me, they will kill me." "Hold on Tia, what are you saying?" James asked, his eyes flashing as he tried to control his wolf. "The Queen used me 'death'," my hands formed the sarcastic air quotes as I said it "to launch a full scale attack on the wolves. Knowing where I am, means they know where you all are and since you pose the greatest threat as a pack, I am under no illusion that they won't strike here first." Growls ripped through the room as the wolves became agitated and angered at the threat to the pack I was warning them off. Taking a step back, I focused on the protective feelings I had developed for the pack, trying to prevent my fae blood from taking over and causing harm. Seeing my struggle, my Alpha stood up and yelled "HUSH! Calm yourselves; let us hear what we must and then we will talk." "Thank you, Kyle, yes they are coming and yes they are coming with the intention to destroy but they are not many in numbers. Not anymore and you have access to the magic that they rely on to over power and destroy you. Furthermore you have me." I laughed at the questioning looks some of the Betas gave me. Clearly they hadn't been informed on everything about me. "I see Kyle didn't tell you all the extent of who I am. I'm the bitch who killed the entire Ares pack in Greece, whipped out the royal Were bloodline in the UK in one night and the one who broke the wolves and formed the fae rogue pack in Detroit. I was the ultimate fae weapon. I know all their tactics, their strategies and their ploys." I saw the wolves stir around me; clearly they hadn't known the extent of my capabilities and my portfolio. Even the Alpha seemed to be surprised. Suddenly I heard his thoughts in my head. He hadn't known I was responsible for the rogue pack. Startled, I couldn't figure out why I could suddenly hear errant thoughts until I realized my bubble was gone. Looking around the room, I tried to discern if anyone else had noticed my lack of a barrier but people seemed more concerned with the idea of an imminent attack and the fact the Alpha's mate was a ruthless killer. Even Kyle seemed unaware that the barrier had dropped. Then I twigged: the longer I was with and bonded with the Alpha, the stronger the mate bond would become. The strength of the bond had caused him to subconsciously drop the barrier as it had been intended to hold someone he didn't trust not to run away. He didn't mistrust me anymore. Radiant with joy at the man I had found, I laughed out loud, startling every man in the room. With a big grin, I pulled up a chair at the table, my two sides in complete harmony, and the table of wolves staring at me as though I had lost my mind and settled in for a long day of planning, preparation and talk. ........ After what had felt like an eternity, Kyle had finally decided enough was enough and that we had planned as much as we could. I knew that the fae would not reach us for another 3 days at the least; it could take them a full week to get here so we had time. All day the Alpha had been sending me erotic images and thoughts, resulting in me having to go to the bathroom several times to calm down before I jumped the table and had him then and there. As the Betas trailed from the room, I couldn't believe quite how much my life had changed over the past few days, how much this man and his pack had gotten under my skin. Feeling his hands touch my shoulder, I smiled up at him, only to turn coy as he lent in for a kiss. Pulling back and moving away, a growl sounding I his chest at my refusal. With a slight sway to the hips, I walked from the room, his growl increasing as I walked away from his, tempting his wolf by making him chase me. Flashing a grin at him over my shoulder, I finally did what I had been planning to do all day and used the lack of barrier to run. Only, I wasn't running away but towards his rooms. I laughed as I heard him running behind me, still awed at the speed his fae heritage had given him but knowing when I ran like this he could never catch me. In my head, I could see myself as he saw me. Fit, lean, strong and fast. I felt his desire and heard him yell submit into my head, only making me laugh and push harder, darting in and out of corridors, using his knowledge of the complex to create a long and tangled route. Darting into his rooms, I raced for the bedrooms, pausing to push open the door. That was all he needed. As I took a step into the room I felt him collide into me from behind, using his weight to pin me to the floor as I struggled to throw him off, laughing at the fun of the struggle. "Submit." He growled in my ear, struggling to pull my jeans down my legs. "Never." I stated, laughing and kicking my jeans off. Darting out again, I made it to the bed before I was pinned again. This time the demand for me to submit was accompanied by the intrusion of his fingers into my cunt, causing me to freeze and push back against his fingers, my pussy already soaking wet. Tracing my asshole with his tongue while finger fucking my pussy he demanded: "Submit." "Never." I moaned, my conviction decreasing with every plough of his fingers or circle of the tongue on the soft flesh. He grunted in response to my refusal and I felt him move behind me before he pulled his fingers from my body and stopped licking my ass. I groaned in need as he stopped his actions, wiggling my hips backwards to try and entice him to keep going. He chuckled. "Only good bitches get that attention, until you submit, I'm going to use you as I wish." He stated as he rammed the full length of his cock into my cunt in one go, wrenching a scream from my lips, a mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through me. As he promised, he ploughed in and out of my pussy, the only other contact with my body was a hand wrapped in my hair and the nails digging into my hip. "Submit." "No." I groaned, loving the game and the rough treatment as my pussy dripped its juices down my legs, the wets sounds of sex filling the room. I was getting closer and closer to the edge but I needed more, I needed him to touch my clit or my nipples, anything. "Submit and you can come." He murmured into my ear, his cock continuing to plow into my cunt forcing my head into the bed. "Please," I moaned, desperate to feel the orgasm race through me. "Please let me cum." "What was that bitch?" He chuckled, loving watching his woman fall apart around his cock, desperate from him to touch her. "I submit, please, let me come, I submit." "There's a good bitch." He said, tongue flicking out to lick my ear, one hand reaching under my shirt to rub on my clit as the other snaked beneath my shirt to pull and pinch my throbbing nipples. I was getting closer and closer, feeling him swell inside me as he played and tweaked my body. Suddenly he thrust hard into my cunt, almost lifting me from the bed as he bit down on my shoulder. As he came he pinched my clit and nipple hard, causing my own orgasm to course through me. I lay beneath him, a pile of twitching, sweaty bodies as we both rode our orgasmic wave. Rolling of me, he pulled me to his body, my face crushed against his chest. I looked up at him, adoring the look of happiness and contentment on his face his eyes still smouldering in passion. With a giggle, I lifted my head to lick at his lower lip, tasting the sweat on his chin and neck before burying my head in his chest again, inhaling his scent. Smiling, he pulled me closer in his arms, his head resting on mine as we curled up together. Our last thought was in sync and the same: Mine. Working for the Fae Ch. 08 Running head first down a corridor wouldn't have been in my plan for today had you asked me this morning. I could hear the Alpha running behind me but I was too fast, even faster in my panic and fury. I had thought it was my choice, that I had finally found a family, people who wouldn't lie to me. Well: fuck them. ...... [2 hours earlier] "No James, kick higher and faster." I snapped as I caught his foot before it smashed into my head for the fifth time. "The fae are faster than you and the only way you will defeat one is if you are fast in foot and mind. Become slow and predictable: you're dead." He nodded at me, panting and wiping the sweat from his brow. "Again." I bent my knees as he launched himself at me again, allowing my fae to flick to the surface. I could anticipate his every move, saw his eyes flicker to the position his hand would follow, his hips twist to prepare his leg to swing seconds before it did. I caught his foot again. "Closer, you're getting closer." I praised as he swore in frustration. Half an hour and no one had landed a single blow to me yet. I smiled at him as he walked of the training mat to grab some water, the pack patting him on the back as he walked through them, impressed he had lasted as long as he had and injured so little. The first wolf I had fought was still in medical. I hadn't realised just how little practise these wolves had had with fighting fae, he had left his guard way down before I'd even had a chance to understand how he fought. "Don't worry, only the older fae are as stronger or stronger than I am and most of them aren't in this country or are dead." I lectured, looking around at the faces watching me. "I am pushing you so if you meet an old one by yourself you may be able to hold them long enough to fight them off. To win, you'll most likely need four of you and knowledge of their fighting technique." Kyle had tasked me with training the pack to fight the fae and those not in this room where to listen through the minds of the pack. Telling them to get into lines behind me to go through movements; I nodded slightly at Kyle as he came to rest in the room. Moving through several standard fae fighting styles, I watched as the wolves around me picked the movements up quickly and with warrior ease moved through them. Smiling at their progress in such a short time, I asked for volunteers to practise against me. The males were the first to volunteer, their smirks showing their will to be the first to land a blow and mock the others. Keeping my face blank and mind empty, I waited until all four were on the mat before launching towards the largest wolf, straight past the two closest to me, taking them by surprise. Bunch up into the large ones throat he collapsed, whirling around I moved to attack the next two males near me, swinging and kicking, using their own size and weight against them. It took me two minutes to knock them all unconscious. Even though my fae was laughing at their attempt, I made sure to reassure the faces looking at me with hints of fear. What would they say if I told them I hadn't even fully unleashed my fae. With no word, I signalled for the big men to be dragged off the mat and for the second group to come forward. This time it was three girls and a male. Like last time, I didn't allow them time to prepare before launching at the male, again taking him about with only two blows. Whirling round, I was forced to quickly drop to the floor as a female wolf ripped through the air towards me. As I fell I saw the second wolf come at me, jaw wide to grasp my thigh, kicking up I rolled backwards, laughing as I allowed my fae more control. As I felt the fae course through me with more force, I was quick to subdue the female wolves but it took me 4 minutes to do so. Standing up as the last one gave, I applauded the women, truly impressed. "Did you all see that? These women landed blows and caused me to bring more of my fae to the surface to defeat them." I saw all the faces nod and smile. "They managed it because they used what I have been warning you about: surprise and unusual tactics. They adapted as they needed too." I leant down to help one of the females up, surprised to see that one was the Omega who had done my hair on the first day. Winking at her, I pointed her at the drinks table before motioning for the next group and the next and the next, until I finally needed a break. "Okay guys, give me 10. Chloe, could you please organise everyone running through the positions I showed you for me?" She nodded and immediately set about organising everyone. Watching the wolves move through the poses I tried not to laugh, the way they were moving was hilarious. I stopped. Why was that funny to me? I had seen many training groups do them and the wolves were no different. Looking at the Alpha slightly confused, I saw that he too thought the wolves movements were funny. I flashed him a grin and then moved to help Chloe reposition people. Watching as the Betas tried to outdo each other I again had to try hard not to laugh, hearing Kyle's humour at the image flick through my mind only seconds later. I shrugged and shook it off, deciding I must be slap happy or something. "Hey, Tia!" I turned to see a Beta called Alexander grinning at me and dragging the Alpha behind him. "Why don't you fight the Alpha one on one, see whether he can land a few blows?" He smirked, knowing the Alpha was the only one here who actually posed me much of a threat. Grinning I moved to the centre of the mat as the pack scarpered out of the way, eager to see the Alpha battle his new mate. 'I'm not going easy on you mate.' I informed him mentally grinning as I allowed my fae to have complete control, my humanity a mere blip in the back of my mind. He growled in response, his own face shifting slightly as his wolf came forward. With a yowl, I launched at him, my fingers locking into his chest, using the grip to swing onto his back and lock around his neck. I was trying to stay a bit slower so the pack could watch but the Alpha had no such qualms. Laughing, he grabbed my arm and pulled me forward, sending me over his head and landing with my back to him. Hearing his leg whistle towards me in what I assumed was a low kick swing, I jumped, twisting in the air to land behind him. As his eyes and head tried to track my jump, he lost his core, meaning I could push him over easily. He landed on his back and I was on him in a flash. Yowling in triumph, I pinned his arms with my legs and sat heavily into his crotch, preventing him from bucking against me too hard. With a growl I went for his throat, intent on ripping it out and watching the light die in his eyes as I watched. The thought had barely passed through my mind when I saw him frown and I froze. "Tia? I can't hear you.... The bond..?" He looked at me confused. I stared down at him, trying to comprehend how I had ever thought I couldn't kill this man when my instincts where demanding I kill him right now. With a gasp, I realised. The bond, the bond hadn't been two way! Not completely, as he bonded to me, he brought my humanity to the surface and the fae was pushed down. He bonded with my humanity, not my fae blood and right now my humanity was barely a dot in my mind. Suddenly I was furious. Here I thought I had found a man I had chosen, that I could trust to never alter my view on the world or the truth, only to find the bond had been forced upon me. I could feel my humanity trying to argue, to resist my feelings and make the fae understand that she loved this man. I snarled. Bringing my hand up, I dragged my long sharp nail down his face and neck, watching as his blood began to flow from the cut. I now realised that my fae had been waiting for me to unleash her fully, she had been planning our escape all along. We already had a route planned and had assessed which wolves would be where. "How dare you trap me here wolf. My humanity may have fallen for you and your mind tricks but I haven't. I'm leaving." I snarled into his ear, suddenly feeling sick at the power of the stench of wolf in the room. It was like a mesh had lifted from my eyes. That first night, when I had needed to have sex, that wasn't me, it was him. Today, when I found all those drills funny? Him. What else had I not truly thought or felt myself? I snarled at the room, spit flying as I whirled for the door. The wolves moved out of my path, unsure as to what was happening and unwilling to get in my way. It didn't matter anyway, not a single one of them could stop me. Pitiful creatures. "TIA!" Came the heart wrenching yell from behind me, the Alpha only just beginning to realize what was happening. "Wait! TIA!" His voice. How could I ever have found something so whiny sexy? My humanity had a lot to answer for later. I didn't look back. The bubble had long since disintegrated and I used every ounce of fae speed I could, tearing through the compound in seconds. Even the alpha found himself slowing to a near halt in comparison; they never stood a chance of defeating me. Rushing through the forest, I swiped at wolves as I passed, taking satisfaction in knowing the pain those hits would result in, my nose following the scent of humans and cars. Tree rushed past me at intolerable speeds and all the while my body wanted to sing at the rush of freedom. My Fae was in control and she was putting as much distance between us and the wolves as fucking possible. ...... It was the tears on my face that caused the man at the motel to question me further. "Are you all right hun? Anyone bothering you?" He asked, his kind face creased in concern, fingers inching towards the phone on his desk. "Sir, thank you but I assure you I am fine." I stated, my voice surprisingly strong in comparison to the tears leaking down my face, dripping off my chin. Not allowing him to detain me further, I swiped the room key off the counter and stepped into the cold night again, in search of room K 9. The tears had started as I had been deciding where I was going an hour into my run. I couldn't return to the fae, they knew that I knew what they had done and no way could I face a mundane life in the human world. Sadly, emotions equal humanity and my human blood came roaring back to the surface. My mind found its state of balanced harmony again but the sorrow of my humanity could not be dulled by my fae, nor could the fury of the fae at being cast aside. Thus, I cried. Finding the room, I pulled open the door and threw myself onto the bed. Staring up at the ceiling and flickering light, I allowed my mind to drift over the events of the past few days. I focused on my feelings for the Alpha, the pack, as well as my treatment at the hands of the fae. I thought of Lexter's betrayal and Bytlock's loyalty. I considered the severity of my split personality, something I had never noticed before. I cried. I felt like a youngling again, barely able to hold up my head as the world forced my recognition and awareness of it. My fae pushed to return to its people and my humanity begged to return to the alpha. It was awful, I felt like I was three people: the fae, the human and the one who saw the division but was powerless. Did I love the Alpha? Yes. Did I trust him? No, but then I didn't trust the fae anymore either. Was 'home' with the fae really better than the pack family? Could I learn to balance my two parts: could the fae accept life as the Alpa Bitch? Could I b- It hit me like a ton of bricks. I gasped and sat up in my shock, my whole body coursing with it, no longer three parts but one. Bitch! Three parts! Omg, the third part that I always feel... what if.. no, it can't be.. but maybe.... What if that third, powerless part was the dormant wolf gene? I was part human so technically I could have one... Could it already be aware? Is it the answer reconciling my genetics or will it cause more problems? I stood, beginning to pace the room as the possibilities flew through my head. I was consumed by it, the fear and joy coursing through my head from both genes. The fae feared the loss of its dominance and the humanity was overjoyed at being partnered with her wolf, regardless of anything else. Perhaps that was why I failed to hear them coming. ................... I groaned. It was really starting to become tiring waking up after being knocked out. Thinking back, I couldn't remember much other than that I had come to some realisation about something very important. I can't remember. Opening my eyes, I looked up at my ceiling, the walls still the blank white they always had been, the floor a dull blue. I sat up, pulling the covers off myself and stretching. Looking around, I couldn't help shake the feeling that I wasn't supposed to be here but maybe that was part of the dream. I mean, I must have dreamt being knocked out or else I wouldn't be home. Still, something felt off. "Morning hun, how did you sleep?" Came the muffled voice from beside me. "Personally I didn't get much, but you already know that, don't you?" Lexter's sultry laugh made my skin tingle with excitement as it seemed to caress m skin. So when I jumped at his touch, flinching away, I shocked us both. "Tia? You ok?" "Yea, sorry, must just be the dream still, got me all shaken." I said, mumbling slightly to mask the odd feelings whirling through me. I felt oddly separated, as if my humanity was more present than normal, and longing, I longed for something, someone. Huh. "Ok, in that case, we have a meeting with the Queen in about 20 minutes so you'd better get through the shower ASAP." He ordered, his commanding tendency grating on my nerves for some unknown reason. Trying to shake of the weird emotions, I laughed as I skipped to the bathroom, quickly showering and dressing in my usual black and leather combo. Pulling my hair up away from my face I checked my reflection in the mirror only to stop short. My eyes seemed full of sorrow, as if my reflection pitied me. The pain and sorrow in the reflection made me want to cry. What the Hell? Hearing Lexter calling for me, I turned from the woeful girl and dashed to the door, and promptly left the crying me behind, to be considered later. Pacing through the gilded halls of the fae court, I couldn't help but notice my discomfort with the surroundings, they felt fake and gaudy; not beautiful and pure as I had always considered before. Maybe I'm due to start my period because this is fucking weird. It was the tinkling laugh of the Queen that distracted me from my internal assessment entitled 'DaFuq!?' . Looking up, I saw her talking with her advisors, her hair pulled back harshly from her face, pink eyes sparkling in mirth, blue gown flowing from her shoulders in great swathes of fabric. This feeling of disgust was familiar, this I could deal with. Approaching we went through the normal acts of courtesy, on my part only because this was to be a public audience. "Ah Tia, about time. I need to discuss our battle plans for the attck on the New York pack with you." She tinkled, grating each dainty syllable of her words on my patience. "Of course you majesty." I mocked as I bowed again. "How may I be of ser- ooof!" I felt like a nuclear missile had collided with me as I stood before the Queen. Turning to attack, I stopped as I looked at the sobbing face of Bytlock. "Tia!! Tia, Tia, Tia." He said, sobbing and clinging to my side. "I missed you sooooo much, I was so worried!" He sobbed. I put my arms round him, looking to Lexter for an explanation only to find his face full of fury and outrage. Shocked, I turned back to Bytlock. "What do you mean miss me? Where do you think I've been?" I asked, but he was to upset to hear me. "I thought you were dead! But then you called from that wolf pack and Lexter swore to me that we would save you!" "Wolf pack? What are you talki-" "Bytlock control yourself!" Came Lexter's hard, furious voice from beside me. I was shocked. Here our best friend was sobbing into me and he was acting like Bytlock was the most disgusting and idiotic creature he knew. Regardless, Bytlock continued his speal. "Then you said you had to stay with that wolf. I couldn't believe you would want to stay with a wolf over Lexter and I." I sobbed. A wolf? What is going on here? "What sort of name is Kyle anyway, I mean it's so modern!" Kyle? >>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Sir, we lost her at the motel sir. The fae turned up and took her." James said, staying well clear of the Alpha's path. "Did you see where they took her?" Kyle asked, already anticipating the answer. "Sir, they took her to the fae courts." James said, knowing full well that nothing would deter the Alpha from getting to his mate. James had felt the Alpha break as Tia's fae had discovered the limit placed on it by the mating bond, how the pain at knowing he had unintentionally controlled her and thus forced her to run from him had broken him ever so slightly. The mating bond made a wolf stronger, not to have it was to make a wolf very, very weak. "Arrange the wolves into the groups and formations Tia had designed. For once in this god forsaken war, we are taking the fight to them!" Kyle ordered, his thoughts already on how he was going to win back his Tia. >>>>>>>>>>>>>> The dreams, the dreams wouldn't stop. Every minute, each blink, I saw that face behind my eyelids, caught the scent of musk unlike anything I had ever smelt before, heard the low notes of bass mixed with honey. I didn't know where they were coming from, but it felt like my dreams of this 'Norton' were invading every waking minute of my life. I longed for him, and if I concentrated, could almost imagine how he would feel, as if the dream was a memory. I hadn't seen Bytlock or Lexter since the outburst of his in the hallway. I had been confined to my room, not officially but I was definitely being kept contained. Lexter said that there was some wolf pack attacking the buildings that were intent on killing me due to my past crimes, so they were keeping me safe. Something didn't sit right though. I definitely felt like something was pulling me from outside my window. >>>>>>>>>>>>> The pack had taken the first gardens, but it was already clear they weren't going to make it much further. In desperation, Kyle called to Tia in his mind, hoping to entice her to a place where they could grab her and take her with them. He could feel where she was in the building, an unmoving speck in the South wing, second floor. He also felt a barrier between him and his mate, a mental one that was preventing him from fully reaching her. It was the only reason he was yet to call off the attack: he feared for what they had done to his beloved Tia. He just hoped it wasn't too late. Working for the Fae Ch. 09 I was just about done with this being grounded shit. I was antsy; being locked in my rooms for two days was just about driving me up the walls. Marching down the halls to the Queens chamber, I tried to focus on my rage in order to drown out the increasing fear and disgust I had begun to feel over the last few days. It scared me that I felt fear when I saw my fellow fae and that something seemed to call to my soul from outside: I felt like everything had changed while nothing had changed. So instead, I channelled my outrage and fury. "Tia!? Where are you going?" Came the voice I had been searching for. "Aren't you supposed to be in your rooms resting?" God, the voice was like fingernails on chalkboards; horrendous. Turning to face her, I watched as the Queen calmly hovered up to me, her disgustingly pink gown fluttering about her. "Exactly. Why do I need to rest?" I asked. The treatment towards me had been so careful and quiet that I felt almost as if I had been sleeping for days and missed something. "Why aren't I out the front fighting the wolves? Why am I not allowed to see Bytlock? Why is Lexter lying to me?" I couldn't stop the questions; it had been a long two days. The Queen sighed as she looked at me, surveying the weapons strapped to my hips and arms. "Clearly it's doing you no good being in your room." She sighed, failing to answer any of my questions. "Go down to the command room and tell Caleb I sent you. Not like we don't need you out there." Once the last word was uttered, she promptly continued past me as if the conversation had never even happened. Grumbling under my breath, I quickly headed to the command room, pissed she hadn't actually given me any answers. When I arrived, I found myself in a room of, well, chaos. Old fae stood around a large model of the palace, instructing the younger warriors on battle plans and tactics. Surprised at the unusual sense of panic and lack of numbers in the room I grabbed the young fae who tried to rush past me. "Hey, what's going on? Where is everybody?" I quizzed, enjoying his expression pale as he realized who I was. "C'mon speak!" "Uh, u.. the wolves, Sharpbite, the wolves know how to fight us!" He stammered out. I groaned. "Sharpbite? That was years ago, I haven't gone by that since New Orleans." Honestly. Feared by so many yet they all fail to keep up with the code names. "Hold on, what do you mean fight back?" "They uh.. uh, well, they seem to know our fighting s.. style Shar.. I mean Miss." The youth stammered. "It's almost like a fae taught them about us! Please, I have to go." "Alright, get out of here." I released the front of his shirt, allowing him to run out of the room to complete his task. Looking around the room I spotted Caleb's signature purple hair at the control panel, barking out orders into a headset. Walking over, I tensed as I saw eyes following me, confused at the level of hostility in them. These people were my comrades, why did they look at me like I was a snake in their midst? Finally I reached the control panel. "Caleb? The Queen sent me." The shock on Caleb's face as he looked at me was confusing, but not as much as the slightly panicked look he cast around the room at all the staring fae. "Uh, Hi Tia, come with me a second would you? I'll, uh, fill you in." He said, his professional and cool mannerism slipping slightly. Utterly perplexed I followed him into the silent room. As soon as I was through the door, I found myself being thrown against the wall with a knife at my throat as the door clicked shut. Trapped. Shocked I looked at Caleb's enraged face. "Caleb?! Wha-" "Shut the hell up Tia!" He growled, knife pushed further into my throat. "What the hell did you tell them?!" ............... Kyle growled low in his throat, startling his Beta. "Sir? Is everything okay?" Asked James, worried at the sudden outburst. "I felt her, for a split moment, I felt her." "Isn't that good Sir? Maybe she'll come back willingly...?" "No!" He barked. "It was not a good thing you idiot! She was in pain and scared. It was a call for help!" James took a step back, putting himself out of arms reach if his Alpha suddenly lost control of his wolf. Kyle's chest heaved with worry, pent up fury and frustration with much of it being aimed internally. This was his entire fault. "Keep up the attacks. We will get her out." ......... "WHAT THE FUCK!?" I screeched, furious at the bizarre accusation and his behaviour. "What the hell is wrong with you, you asshole?! Get off of me!" I demanded. "Shut up bitch, tell me what you told your puppy lover. What did you tell him to get him to use you like the slut you are?" Caleb demanded, his face as purple as his hair, spit flying. "Fae are dying out there because you couldn't help but betray your kind for a doggy fuck, you piece of shit." He threw me to the floor, knife just biting into my neck as the skin slid along the blade. The shock and force of the blow stunned me, my hands clasping at my neck in response to the blade slicing the skin. My head hit the floor. The world spun. Caleb turned and followed me. His body quickly straddled mine, pinning me to the floor. Dizzy, shocked and bleeding, I was not putting up a successful fight. "Don't worry bitch, the knife didn't cut enough to kill, only scar. Killing you would be too easy after the mass of dead fae who you are responsible for." The hatred in his eyes was the only thing I could focus on as my head spun. What the hell was going on? Why was my friend doing this? Who was yelling my name? My questions were cut short as Caleb's knife was stabbed into the inner part of my thigh. I screamed. "Ahh, thanks. Needed somewhere to put that." His voice pierced into the fog of my mind, the pain sharp and biting, returning me to the serious situation I was in. "Caleb, please, I don't understand." I pleaded, my voice hoarse. "What are you talking about? What dog? Last time I saw you we parted as friends...?" The confusion I felt was evident in my voice, along with the pain at his betrayal. His hand closed around my throat as he scoffed in disgust. "My Tia is dead. No wolf whore is a friend of mine, neither is a traitor." He growled into my face, my wind pipe closed from the pressure. My hands reach to my burning throat, desperate to pull his hands away. "How dare you claim innocence, how dare you act like a saint." His grip tightened. "Tell me what the fuck you told that dog, you slut." "I don't know what you are talking about! Plea-" His fist smashed into my face. "DON'T LIE TO ME!!" He yelled, face purple with anger and hate. He threw me away from him, my body crashing into the opposite wall. Caleb was one the oldest fae alive: overpowering was not an option. I barely had time to breathe, let alone think, before Caleb was on me again, this time tearing at the clothes on my body. He discarded my weapons quickly into the corner, His hands then tearing at the leather and cotton. "Clearly you only talk if I satisfy the needs of your slutty body, if a dog could get you to spill all of your secrets for a quick ride in that cunt, then you'll tell me your whole life story after I fill it." I screamed, trying to flit away from the fae, but even my mixed abilities were no match for the age and strength of my old friend. Plus, he knew me, every move I could or would make he had already predicted. His hands pinned me to the cold floor, fabric torn from my body in shreds around us. His hand came down on my face again, him laughing ludicrously as he rained punches on my face and body. Bending down he bit into the skin on my neck, causing the flesh to tear and weep, the cut reopening and flowed blood as well. He straddled my waist with his legs, but trying to buck him of was like to trying to dislodge a Buffalo, he barely moved. Pulling away from my pulsing, burning neck, he quickly turned his attention to my breasts, my chest taunting him as it heaved with my ragged breath. With a malicious smile I hadn't seen before, his hands grasped and pulled at the tender flesh, his mauling, twisting and pulling until I writhed in agony. "GET OFF ME, YOU BASTARD! LET ME FUCKING GO!!" 'Lexter!' I screamed in my head, only to find him gone, his mind shielded from my pain. I was alone. "STOP, NO!!" I screamed as Caleb attacked my breast with his mouth, the pain almost intolerable as he bit deep into the flesh. Rearing back, I felt some of my flesh tear and go with is mouth, blood gushing from my tit, weeping red tears. His face was smug and sadistic as he swallowed my flesh, his fae instincts loving the taste of the raw meat. "Almost as good as your mother." He stated, my pain momentarily forgotten. "Though, she wasn't as easy to best as you. Seems you are as much a whore as she was." He smirked down at me, daring me to ask the question that was biting at my tongue. "What the hell are you talking about? Fae don't eat each other you sick fuck!" I yowled, furious that he would suggest my mother was anything but the fierce warrior she was. "No, you're quite right slut." He sniggered, his finger digging into the new whole in my chest, my screams filling the room again. "However, traitors aren't fae anymore. You turned to doggy cock, she turned to human cock, both insatiable and traitorous sluts that had to be killed." Even through my pain, the words hit home and something seemed to click inside me. "What? The New York pack killed my mother... not you, your sick fucker!" Even I could hear the question in my voice. "Haha, you really think a pack of wolves could have bested your mother? No. Now you will suffer the same fate." He jammed two fingers into my dry pussy, his sharpened nails purposely slicing into the sensitive flesh within. "FUCK!!!" I screamed, thrashing, trying to tear myself away from him. "What? You don't want me to fuck you without lubrication do you?" He sniggered, withdrawing his fingers and licking the blood of them where I could see. He moved between my legs, lining his large phallus with my bleeding opening. He sighed. "If only I'd known you were going to follow your mother's path. I would have liked to know what a 12 year olds body looked like screaming in agony." Agony. That word was accompanied by the agony it described as his large phallus was forced into my torn opening, my screams silent in their pitch and volume. The pain and shock forced my mind and powers to expand and shoot from me, his continued hammering at my centre sending my mind searching for any kind of help it could find. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The whole battle stopped as a piercing sensation of agony filled the mind of every creature fighting; be they wolf or fae. Kyle stiffened at the sensation and forced contact, his heart quaking in fear as it recognised the presence, his mind refusing to hear his mates screams behind the sensation. "SIR!" Came the yell from behind him. "Sir! Look! The fae!" It was James, running up behind him. Looking quickly about, he noticed that the fae weren't coping well with the new mental presence pushing into their minds. The wolves, though in pain themselves, shared the pain through the web of the pack's interconnected mind. The fae were cowering where they stood: it was the only chance they were going to get. "James, gather the Betas, we need to get into that palace now, while the fae are down and get the Alpha female." Kyle ordered, his voice not conveying the agony of his wolf at their mate's pain. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Screaming and bleeding. It was what Hell must be, because this abuse was the harshest of punishment. I was almost being pushed across the room with the force of each plunge into my bleeding cunt, the pain and ferocity so great that my body was failing to provide any ease of friction. My hair was soaking with tears of salt and life, my mind screaming my pain as my throat closed in its agony. My mind, struggling to comprehend my situation, withdrew partially from the physical torment my body suffered. As it did, my mental scream of anguish became the plea for help in the name 'Kyle'. My human and fae both screamed the name, this stranger that my body seemed to have utter and complete faith in. I sobbed. What is going on? "So are you ready to tell me bitch?" Caleb grunted, his words barely making sense through my fog of pain. "Surely this slutty cunt is content enough with my dick to start talking?" He leered down at me, fingers grasping at my tits, nails clawing at my wounds. "C'mon whore, I can feel your hole squeezing my cock, wanting to breed you like the cumslut you are!" His fist smashed into my face again, my head slamming into the cold floor. "Please, stop, please." I whimpered, all pretence of strength lost to the all-consuming torment. "I don't know what you want from me." My tears flowed freely, my eyes trying to plead with the mad man pummelling my centre. "DON'T LIE TO ME BITCH!" He yelled, accompanied by another slap to the face and thrust into my body. "I heard you whimpering the dog's name, I know you remember." I whimpered, turning my face away from him and trying to cower into the floor. He grunted, annoyed, and pulled out of my body. I could feel the blood dripping from my abused hole. Opening my eyes, I saw the glint of his knife as he positioned it above my most sensitive parts. "Tell me, or I'm going to make a new sculpture out of this." He growled. "NO! Please! I don't know anything!" I screamed, frantically trying to get away but was held in his metal grip. He looked down at my weeping cunt, his feral smile growing. "Ah, it doesn't appear that I'm the first." He stated. "Maybe you didn't cave as easily as I thought." He mumbled, whether I was meant to hear or not, I don't know. I didn't care for long. Shifting his weight, he brought the knife down along my pussy, my skin splitting around the knife's blade. I started to pass out. Caleb wasn't going to let me miss a second of pain. "Don't think I'm going to let you fall asleep now, slut." He growled, spitting in my face to bring me back to reality. "No fucking way. Look at how beautiful your cunt is whore, decorated by your master." He growled, sinister smile plastered across his face, yanking my head up so I could see the sea of blood between my legs. I started to pass out again, only to be sharply pulled back as Caleb thrust 4 fingers into my cunt. The scream that tore from my throat echoed into my mind. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Kyle was in the hallway near the command centre when the pain in the mental scream reached a new high. Cringing, all of the wolves stopped in their tracks, whining and clawing at their heads from the pain. Kyle's wolf howled in misery at his mate's pain, forcing Kyle to continue through the onslaught of mental anguish, leaving his pack in the hall. The pain was so consuming that Kyle struggled to follow the source of the pain anymore, barely able to focus on the mental probe at all. Desperate he mentally called out to Tia, hoping that the pain would overcome whatever mental block was stopping him from finding her. >>>>>>>>>>>>> 'TIA!' The voice rang through my head, unspoken yet it was if it had been yelled from beside me. At the sound of the voice, my heart soared. What the hell? 'TIA!! WHERE ARE YOU?!!' Came the voice again, my screams failing to silence it. In desperation I tried to call back, my sanity nearly breaking. 'HERE! I'M HERE! PLEASE, OH GOD HELP!!' 'Tia? Thank God, where are you?' the voice replied. Was I going insane? Was my own conscious talking to me now? Perhaps I was already insane. I began laughing. Caleb, too enthralled in finding his pleasure ignored the strange behaviour. Deciding to play along with my mind, I showed the voice a map of where I was. 'Could you bring me some tea while you're at it?' I asked, the pain making me slightly delirious. 'Hold on Tia, I'm coming. Just hold on.' I could hear a slight hint of panic in the voice. Honestly, couldn't my subconscious supply me with a brave and courageous voice to talk to? >>>>>>>>>>>>> Kyle came hurtling into the control room, trying to keep a grasp on Tia's sanity as best her could, the pack following behind at a slower pace. The pain was still crippling. Kyle almost stopped to stare at the old fae crippled by the force of the pain, all the strongest creatures alive reduced to trembling beings. Sadly, he couldn't pause to soak it all in. He could feel Tia slipping away. Running for the large double doors on the right of the room, he kept talking to Tia, trying to keep her lucid and present. He didn't bother to stop and check if the doors were locked, or even to use the handles. Head down, shoulders tensed, he ran straight into the doors, sending them flying into the room. The scent of blood, salt and fear was almost overpowering, as horrific as the sight he beheld. The fae on top of his mate was continuing his assault on her core, too far gone in search of pleasure and hatred to really notice the explosion behind him quickly. Tia lay, unresponsive, in a pool of blood. Kyle's wolf howled in rage, forcing his way out, it wanted to taste the blood of this fae. Kyle's metamorphism into the wolf only took a few seconds, but that was all it took for the fae to notice his presence and spring into a fighting stance. His cock bounced lewdly, dripping precum and blood. Kyle growled. Quickly, remembering Tia's warning to take elder fae's by surprise, he sprang at he fae. His teeth focused on his throat, drawing the fae's attack while his claws went for the hamstrings, slicing through the fae's flesh. Drawing on the ancestral blood of his great grandmother, Kyle felt himself speed up, his pack behind him coming to an almost standstill. He wasn't going to draw out this battle; he would lose if he did. As the fae fell, Kyle spun and immediately launched for his throat once more, this time fully intent on his mark. He felt his teeth dig into the flesh at the throat, the skin tear as he continued moving and then the blood spurting onto his fur as he took half of the throat with him as he breezed past. The fae fell to the floor and didn't move. Turning to Tia, he morphed back into human form as he approached; assuring his wolf that he could check her later. Bending down, he gently scooped her into his arms, knowing that they didn't have time to check her there before the fae were able to operate again. Hurrying out of the room, out of the palace, Kyle tried to keep the mental link between them open, to try and keep Tia with them. He could feel her slipping and didn't know whether, if she fell, she could be found whole again. He needed to get her safe and treated. "Stay with me Tia. I'm so sorry." Working for the Fae Ch. 10 Sorry this took so long to post everyone. I lost my direction on Tia's future and life got in the way. New chapters to follow at a faster rate!! Please comment, your advice and opinions are very appreciated. ***** What is this... It feels, safe... And warm Who keeps calling me? Let me sleep, damn you... I don't want to wake up... Why..? Why don't I want to wake up...? ... "How long is she going to be like this?" Kyle growled, his body bent over his mate in a protective stance. "Why can't I hear her?" "Kyle, I know as much about fae magic as you and that's very little. I can't tell you what afflicts your bond, only what ails her physically." The pack doctor soothed, attempting to draw Kyle away from his mate. "Please, step back so we can care for her fully. She suffered a great deal of trauma and, though your saliva has helped, it isn't going to heal all of this fully." Kyle allowed himself to be pulled away from the bed, his wolf howling at their inability to heal their mate. He sat heavily in his chair, the weight on his shoulders almost too much for the man to bear. He took several deep breaths, gazed fixed on the window, as he tried to ignore the aching loss of his mates bond. ... Kyle... whose name is that? Why does it make my heart jump? Who is Kyle? Kyle? ... 'Kyle?' Kyle jumped from his chair, abruptly woken from his sleep as the confused question sounded in his brain. Looking at the startled face of the pack doctor, he knew that the question had been internal and not spoken aloud. 'Tia?' Nothing. His mate was silent again. "Doc. I heard her; just a second ago." He gazed longingly at the prone form on the bed, the rise and fall of the chest the only evidence that his mate lived. "Good. Rest Kyle, all will be well." ... Why do I ache... Can't I go back to just the endless whiteness... I don't want to feel... Don't make me face... face what? What happened... Kyle will know; he'll protect me... He'll protect us... ... "Kyle." He gently roused from sleep, his neck stiff from having hung forward as he slept. "What?" He asked, looking up at Chloe. "James needs you, upstairs." She said, appearing to brace for some form of outrage. "I'm sorry, but it's very important. I'll stay and watch her if you want." Kyle sighed, stretching, in some ways glad that he had a reason to leave and occupy his mind for a bit. Anything to take his mind of the emptiness he felt. Standing, he went to the bed, pressing a kiss lightly to his mate's forehead, trying to convey in that one action all he felt and regretted. "Please, tell me if anything changes." He asked solemnly. He turned and left before he had a chance to seem his Beta nod, and fix her gaze on her Alpha. Walking the halls, Kyle watched as his pack moved out of his way, heads down and whimpering slightly. They were unsure of how he felt and thus how they should act. No one knew what it was like to lose their mate bond; Tia presented an unknown. Sighing, he calmly ordered the pack to continue as normal and thanked them for their commitment to the fight; he had neglected to do so in his rush to get his mate to safety. He felt the whole pack relax as his words were passed through the web of the packs mind, all that was left was a concern and love for the alpha pair. They had all seen Tia teach and help them, though she wasn't a true Alpha yet, she was pack. Eventually, Kyle made it to his office, presuming that James had set up camp on his desk as he usually did. Opening the door, he failed to refrain from smirking at the state of his once pristine room. Paper covered every surface, post-it notes clung to the wall like a flock of butterflies and a rather smelly werewolf occupied the leather chair. "Alpha, good I need you to look at some of the security tapes Dean managed to snag on the way out of the palace." Dean was the most technologically advanced member of the pack and had the job of dealing with anything remotely technical. "It appears to show a meeting of the fae council." Leaning over the chair, Kyle watched as a motley group entered an oak panelled room and sat around a large table. Kyle recognised the fae Queen and many others from Tia's memories, his anger bubbling to the surface as he saw a fae with purple hair enter and sit. James paused the video. "He says a lot sir, so you're going to have to try and keep the growling and snarling in check for a bit." He said, casting an irritated glance at the Alpha. "Besides, you should pull up a chair, they're fae, and nothing is done quickly." ... I want to see his face... hear his voice again... Lexter... No... not Lexter...Who are you?... Why do I miss you when I don't know you? God it hurts... Everything hurts... ... Two hours on and Kyle felt like his brain was going to implode with the worth of information the video clip held. Mentally, Kyle called for Dean to join them in his office and then set about tidying it, while the video continued on screen: it appeared it was only the farewell social talk left now. Knock, knock "Come in Dean." Kyle called, standing from his bent position and stretching slightly. He watched as the thin Omega slipped through the door, his gold hair brushed back and shirt escaping his trousers. "Well done on snagging these tapes Dean, the information on just two hours' worth of film is unbelievable." The praise brought a pink flush to the boy's cheeks. "Now, I need you to sta-" "SIR!" James interrupted eyes wide as he scrambled to rewind the video. "Sir listen, listen!" He continued, playing the video once more. The only two people left in the room were no the Queen and Lexter, both of whom waited until the door was firmly shut until turning to one another. 'Is it working?' The Queen asked. 'Does she remember anything, can she feel him?' Her tone was slightly desperate. 'No ma'am, she woke up in bed next to me this morning, and barely flinched when I touched her... she can't remember anything.' Lexter replied. Kyle felt his face elongate in fury, this man had been in bed next to his mate and touched her. 'Good, how long will it last?' 'I'm not sure. If it is replenished every day, eternity, but I don't know how long if it's not maintained.' Lexter and the Queen began to move towards the door. 'We just have to make sure nobody says anything to her that could trigger a mind fracture.' 'Of course,' The Queen was part way out of the room before she turned to Lexter again. 'Does this mean we have to go back to pretending that actually care for the little bitch again?' She winked, and then left. James paused the video. We all just stared at the screen for a moment. "She could be like this... for years." Kyle mumbled, his wolfing howling at the realisation their mate bond may take centuries to return. "FUCK!!" ... 'FUCK!!' ... huh? That wasn't me... who's there? Can you hear me?Hello? ... 'Hello?' Kyle gasped. 'Hello? Tia?' ... 'Tia?' Who are you? Where am I... why does it hurt? ... "Sir, are you okay?" James asked, looking quizzically up at his Alpha, startled at the change from fury to shock playing across the man's face. "Sir?" Kyle shook his head. "Yes, sorry, I just keep hearing her, upstairs." Kyle sat heavily in the chair, face in his hands. "Dean, could you please look through them rest of the material to see if there is anything interesting." James requested, turning from the Alpha to the young boy, keen for him to leave before the Alpha said anything more. "If you do, please report to Chloe or Barbie." The dismissal was clear and Dean swiftly left the two men in the room alone. James turned to look at his Alpha; head in his hands, shoulders tense and hunched. His fury at the fae was only spurred by the torment they caused his friend; and the new Alpha bitch. He feared the result of Tia waking and not knowing her mate. It would wreck the man. ... 'Tia? Can you hear me?' Yes... I can hear you But who are you? How am I hearing you... I can't hear anything else...what is your name? ... 'Yes... what is your name?' His wolf howled, overjoyed at the communication but cut deep at his mate's inability to recognise him. He was about to respond when he heard: 'It hurts, oh my god it hurts'. ... The pain was unbelievable as my eyes flickered open, the questioning voice still ringing in my head. A blonde appeared before me as I looked at a white washed ceiling. "Tia? Are you ok?" She asked, appearing excited and worried all at once. "No, it hurts, oh my god it hurts." I closed my eyes and cried, as my body burned with pain. ... Kyle had never moved so fast in his life. Before Chloe had even managed to call out to him, he was mere feet from the hospital entrance. His mate was awake! His wolf howled within him, desperate to be let free and touch their mate, to welcome her back. However, Kyle could sense her confusion and pain through the bond: she still didn't know who he was. He reigned in his wolf, bargaining and pleading with him to see how rushing her right now could prove fatal. Taking a calming breath he walked in to the room. He stopped. The smell of salt from her tears brought the wolf raging to the surface again: he wanted to kill. Struggling with his wolf, he held back as he watched the Doc. Step forward to assess his mate. "Tia? Can you hear me?" The Doc asked, careful to keep a bit of distance while Kyle's wolf was still raging beneath the surface. "Can you tell me what happened?" She took a ragged breath. "Who are you? Where am I!?" She asked; the fear and pain evident in her voice. "Where is Caleb?" Her voice cracked as she said the name of her aggressor, her eyes flitting around the room: white and wide. "Don't worry, he isn't here. He's dead." Kyle's voice surprised her, causing her to jump and fix her gaze on his figure standing in the doorway. "You.. your voice... how can I hear you, in my head?" Her eyes fixed onto Kyle, tracking his chest as it heaved with the struggle of containing his wolf, his hands just slightly reaching towards her. "Who are you?" ... I looked at the man as he stood there, his posture conveying both desire and struggle, his eyes warm and hard. His voice was so familiar; it's husky qualities safe and inviting. I wanted to feel his arms around me; I could almost imagine how they would feel. It was terrifying. "I'm Kyle. I am the Alpha of the New York Pack. We rescued you." Came his gruff reply. He took a tentative step forward. " and hearing my voice in your head; that's a complicated story." He spoke the last with a small, sad smile as if it should have been no mystery to me. I loved that smile, it was one of the first smile he had given me. Wait. What? "Tia, I need you to tell me what you know, remember and feel." Another man was speaking again. I swung my gaze to look at his face only to startle at a growl that originated from the Alpha. "Kyle, please. I need to asses her." Ah, so the other man was a Doctor of sorts. Confused, I watched as the Alpha attempted to relax his agitated position. Was he being possessive of me? What is going on? Why are wolves protecting me? "I remember Caleb attacking me and passing out..." I started, trying to recall the facts behind the memory of pain. "Do you know why he attacked you?" Came a voice like gravel from the Alpha, his hands clenching at his sides. "He.. he said that I had betrayed the fae.." I mumbled, still confused at the odd accusation. "That I had, I was the reason the fae were dying, that I had betrayed them all to a dog in order to get fucked." I sobbed slightly, still hurt by the betrayal of my friend. Tears leaked down my face as I remembered the pain he had brought me, how I had called out to that voice in my mind. CRASH! Surprised, I looked up to see the Alpha withdrawing his hand from the smashed window pain. I watched as he grasped the bed frame, his muscles tensing and contracting, eyes shut tight in some sort of pain. "It's my fault." He whispered, to himself it appeared but everyone heard it. "My entire fault, this happened because of me." Without thinking, I reached out to cup his face with my hand. I hated the look of agony on his face. As my hand touched his face, I froze: shocked at my actions. The Alpha above me seemed to relax against the contact. His mouth pulled into a small smile and he opened his eyes to look at me. ... Kyle opened his eyes at the relaxation his mate's touch brought. Looking into her eyes, he could see a number of emotions playing out across her face. Shock, care, confusion, fear. Sighing, he pulled away from the rigid touch, his wolfing howling. "Doc, can I leave her with you for now. I have to sort something's out. Please call me if anything changes." Kyle asked, turning and walking from the bed. "Chloe, please stay and talk to our guest. Try and help her remember." With that he walked from the room. He needed to run before his emotions swallowed him whole. ... Quietly we all watched the Alpha leave: two passively, one with a swirling concoction of emotions. Immediately, the doctor began to examine my body, pulling me this way and that. Eventually, it was deemed that all I needed now was further bed rest and some light painkillers. Before he departed he leant down to my ear and thanked me for saving their lives. I watched him leave; his parting words no form of salve against the bleeding wound of my mind. I watched as the blonde clearly asked the Doc what my condition was and what the treatment was to be before coming to sit by my bed. She sat down heavily and with a dramatic sigh said: "All right, you may not know me but I do you, ask me your questions." I watched as she appeared to settle herself in for the long run. It truly did appear as if she knew me. What the hell?! "Who are you and why are you all looking after me?" I asked. There were so many things that needed answers. "Well, I'm Chloe Brooks-Norton, Beta of the New York pack." She began, stating her name and rank like a four year-old would to their parent's friends. " And, we're looking after you because you are special to the Alpha." "Special? How can I be special to your Alpha, I'm supposed to be your enemy!" I asked, infuriated with her avoidance of important information. "Well, I don't know how to tell you that without you freaking the fuck out and getting me into a heap of trouble." She sighed, "could we perhaps leave that discussion to be had with the Alpha himself. I'm just here to try and jog your memories anyway." "Jog my memories? What have I forgotten?" "You... stayed with the pack for a while, for reasons to do with the Alpha." She began, hesitantly. I was not going to get the full story. "you started to befriend some of us and taught us how to fight the fae. Somehow, the fae found you and have blocked your memories." Trying to keep a blank face, I contemplated her words, knowing which mind lock the fae's would have used. It was illegal to put such a thing on another fae. What did I do to warrant such an action? "How did they get me if I was staying in pack land? No fae would attack here, particularly not for someone whom they considered some form of traitor..." "Well, they didn't." She mumbled, fidgeting slightly. "You kind of, ran away, using that super speed of yours. Gave me a good bruise as you went past as well." She lifted her shirt to show me a large patch of mottled skin, still present despite a wolf's rapid healing process. If she was looking for remorse she wasn't going to get it. Clearly I had thought she deserved the mark. Huffing, I laid my head back onto the pillow; frustrated with the story I was receiving. It gaped wide with missing information and details. Why would I run away from people I had just betrayed my race to? Had I been forced? Caleb had said that someone had scarred my private regions bef- Faces flashed before my eyes, blond hair... two blondes... blue eyes and green... bubbling laughter... agony... "Mine." ... "Tia?! Tia?! DOC!! DOC!!" I heard a high pitched voice yelling beside me. "DOC!! SHE FEINTED!! DOC!!" Wincing, I turned my head towards the person to tell them to kindly shut up, my head was killing me. Opening my eyes, I saw a blonde with green eyes peering down at me. Chloe. She sighed. I screamed. Scrambling, I tried to get away from her, resulting in my limbs becoming part of the elaborate tube system to which I was attached. She froze; eyes wide and confused. Still screaming, I pushed my covers away and still fought to put more distance between myself and the blonde werewolf. The Doctor came rushing in, his kind face wide with confusion and panic. He took barely a second to observe the frozen werewolf and screaming patient before him. Quickly, he rushed to my side, both restraining my flailing limbs while also putting his body between mine and the blonde's. "Tia, tia" He said, his tone calm and soothing. "calm down. What's wrong? Chloe won't hurt you." He said, trying to stop my struggles before I hurt myself any further. His words barely penetrated my mind as it replayed my torture at the hands of the blonde werewolf and her, what must be, sister. I remembered as my flesh was cut and my mind bombarded with merciless attacks. Yes she would, she would hurt me. Seeing that his words were failing to calm me, he asked the blonde to administer a sedative. Fighting, I yowled and screeched as I panicked at the thought of being unconscious in the same room as the blonde. Slowly, however, the drug took affect and I slowly passed into sleep. Working for the Fae Ch. 11 Hey guys, next chapter here. I know there are a few questions as to how she could give in so easily and didn't kill the blonde twins. In response I'd like to recall your attention to the reason Tia ran: the mate bond was forcing Kyle's opinion on her, as her own! xx Anyway, hope you enjoy this next one and the story and sex will start to really pick up again next chapter. Lala x ***** Dreams are always full of thoughts, feelings and memories. Not everyone's are full of pain and horror. My dreams flitted through every moment of pain and torture I had experienced or caused in my life; each new face a satanic hand which pulled at my heart and soul. As I slept, drug coursing through my veins, three new faces joined the long list of others. Two blondes and Caleb, their leering faces peering down at me as I screamed, their ghastly cackles and jaunts as sharp on my skin as the blades they held. I felt myself slipping; unable to wake up; my mind couldn't escape its own game of torture. My grasp on reality and life was slipping under each new gash upon my pale, scarred flesh. I could almost feel my fingers clinging to the edge as my body pulled me down, each finger slowly slipping away. Then a hand caught me. "Mine." ... Kyle sat by his mates bed, hunched under the onslaught of pain tormenting him from both within and out. His wolf howled along with his heart as they watched their mates nightmares play out in their minds. They couldn't reach her or wake her up because of the damn drug still coursing through her veins. He sat, watching as she slowly succumbed to the pain her body was inflicting on herself. Tears slid down his cheeks as her pain became his, her despair his own, her sorrow his to bear. Trying again he pushed forward towards her mind, desperate to save her sanity. Nothing. The barrier remained firm. Then, he heard his voice, or a memory of his voice boom through her mind and his: 'Mine.' It was what he had said as he had wrenched the twins from her body. The moment he had first been able to smell her, when her barrier dropped. He felt her mind clear, her dreams gone, replaced by a placid sea. Though her conscious may not know him, her subconscious knew he was their safety. Knowing he was finally getting through, however slightly, he resigned himself to sitting there, talking to her subconscious until she woke again. ... I know people always say waking up on a Monday is the worst, but I would like to ask them to try waking up after a night of tortured dreams to a body aching from abuse and a sudden onslaught of terror. That's the worst kind of waking up. As soon as the drug began to truly slip from my system, my eyes flew open; though my mind wasn't quite as alert as my body appeared. Remembering my nightmares I flew from the bed, barely noting the absence of tubes, afraid that the werewolf sitting next to me was one of the blondes. Before I managed to reach the wall, I had realized that my panic was unreasonable; it was the Alpha who sat by the bed, not the blonde. Still, my hammering pulse demanded that I ascertain the location of the blonde before the fight or flight reaction would stop. "Where is she?" I rasped, surprised at the roughness of my voice. I cleared my throat. "The Blonde. Where is she?" Slowly, the Alpha reached a hand towards me. "Sit down, if you mean Chloe, she's is in town right now with her sister." He looked at me, eyes pleading with me to calm down. "It's just you and me for now, ok?" He reached with his hand again. Hesitantly, I took it, unsure as to why, but somehow knowing I was safe with this Alpha. Slowly, I climbed back onto the bed, my body complaining over my abrupt movements. Eventually, I was settled and comfortable again. I turned to look at the Alpha. "Who are you?" I asked. I meant so much more that those words could truly convey. "My name is Kyle Norton, Alpha of New York pack." He said, not in a pretentious or proud way, just that it is true and nothing more. "I have spent my whole life fighting the fae in order to protect my family, though why we fight I don't believe any wolf knows anymore. And I am the man who must apologize for everything that has happened to you since we met." He bowed his head on the last part, the pain in his voice made me want to wrap my arms around him. "When did we meet? Why can I hear your voice, feel you, in my head?" "We met after you killed some witches working on a protection spell for my pack in the centre of New York. You were brought here until I arrived, during which time I believe you were raped by two men who are now dead, and then I asked the blonde twins to torture you to get the information I wanted." He said it all in a big rush, like he wanted to just get it all out at once. Somehow, I had expected all that he had said and yet felt totally surprised by it all at the same time. "You can hear me in your head because my wolf and your humanity have a special connection. You ran away because your fae disliked the connection." I felt that there was something missing form his explanation. "If we have a special connection, why did you have me tortured?" "I didn't know we had the connection when I ordered you to be tortured." "Then how did you know?" "I smelt you after your barrier dropped." "Smelt me?" I asked, perplexed. The only thing a wolf identifies by sent in another being is the potential to b- "MATES?! YOU THINK I'M YOUR MATE?!" He winced, either at the volume or my question I don't know. "Yes, Tia, we are mates. Your humanity recognised me and my wol-" "You're kidding me right? If this is some sort of joke it isn't funny" I was furious, not only was it impossible it was a complete insult to my mother, my mother who died at the hands of someone in this pack. "No Tia, it's not a joke. Do you not feel safe with me; is there not something in you that wishes to touch me?" I froze mid mental rant. I did feel safe with him, ridiculously so. Then earlier when I had wanted to embrace him, and then when I had touched his face because I didn't want him to blame himself. There was a desire, even now to lean into his side and forget all that my mind could not. "What did you do to me?" I asked, my voice dead pan, controlled, calm. "What do you want with me?" He gasped. "Nothing, I did nothing." He insisted, eyes wide with shock. "I didn't believe this could happen either, particularly not with one who has killed thousands of my kind for the fae." Though it was said as mere defence, my hackles immediately rose at the mention of my career. "Ha ha, they all deserved it. Every wolf deserves to pay for what was taken from me." I cackled, my fae delusional with rage and morphine. Interesting... my humanity seemed repressed when it usually blazed along with my outrage. "In fact, why on Earth you think it was safe to let me free in this compound is a mystery to me. I have no attachment to you, that's clear, so the only reason I must have stuck around was to plot the demise of this whole God forsaken pack." My lips had pulled into a snide grin, my silent humanity forgotten for now, my whole body poised to launch at the wolf before me. Had those been the last eyes my mother had seen? "Tia, calm down, please. I don't know what they did but the fae repressed your memory and our bond somehow: you were here willingly." He begged, reminding me of the Blonde claiming a similar scenario yesterday. "I don't know what was taken from you or who was responsible but killing innocents isn't the way to hel-" "INNOCENTS!" I screeched, furious that he thought my mother deserved to die any more than a weak puppy. "My mother was innocent and that didn't stop your pack from ripping her to pieces! I found her body after what you did, me! A young girl, with no idea as to the war between the fae and wolves brought into that reality by the mutilated corpse of her mother!" I fumed, chest heaving with the exertion of my rant. My anger stilled my tongue, words not strong enough to convey my emotions fully. "Your mother? You mean the fae who had a child with a human, Mercillia? She was your mother?" The Alpha had frozen as he had begun to stood, every part of his wolfy attention fixed on my murderous form. "We didn't kill Mercillia. Why would we, she was my mother's best friend and her husband, your Dad, he was a teacher for the pack. We didn't know what had happened to her, she just disappeared, as did your father." The Alpha rambled, his words tangling around themselves, a jumble of verbal emotion and shock. "Oh Tia, I didn't know." Those sad eyes, part of me wanted to embrace him but my fury pushed such thoughts away. Did he really think I was going to believe that? My mother was true to the fae cause, my father was an experimental breeding partner to test potential offspring. She would never have befriended a wolf. ... Kyle watched her carefully. He could see that she didn't believe his words and that her body was coiling itself to spring. Though wary, his wolf chuffed at the strength of their mate. Barely healed from serious rape and mutilation and here she was preparing to battle on Alpha in a hospital gown. Regardless of the situation, he knew, his mate was a dangerous opponent. Defensively, he slowly stood from the chair, arms by his side, feet in a wide, strong stance. He tried one last time to calm his mate. "Tia please, think about it. A wolf never attacks in an urban area. Please Tia, open your mind to me and you will see the truth there." She growled. "As if I would open my mind to you anymore than you have already forced it to be, mutt." Her eyes sharpened, the pupil narrowing to a slit. Her fae was sitting just below the surface. Kyle crouched slightly, ready to take the hit and role with it, thinking through his plan to subdue her without to much damage. Any second now and she would sprin- "Sir?" He knew it was James who had walked in but didn't cast a glance in his direction, too focused on the female before him. Tia, however, was shocked out of her stance, her head whirling to the doorframe in which James stood. Her eyes widened. "James?" She said and promptly passed out. Kyle managed to catch her just before she tipped of the bed, setting her down gently before turning to growl at his Beta. James took a step back and showed Kyle his neck in submission. "Sorry Sir, but we've found something on those tapes you asked Dean to run through for us. It's the footage of her assault; unpleasant to watch but the fae attacking her says some interesting things." Kyle sighed. "Well, I don't know how long it will be till she wakes again, let me just fetch the Doc and then I'll be right along, okay?" James nodded and promptly left the room, glad that the Alpha hadn't attacked him as so many mates would have done. Kyle smirked slightly as he watched him go. He really was a pain in the ass but you could trust him to do anything. Lightly stroking Tia's face, he leaned down to place a kiss on her temple before turning to find the Doctor and listen to what Dean had found. ... [GET OF ME, YOU BASTARD! LET ME FUCKING GO!! STOP,NO!!] [Almost as good as your mother... Though she wasn't as easy to best as you... Seems you are as much a whore as she was.] Kyle watched, horrified as the fae ate the chunk of flesh he had torn from Tia's flesh, his wolf only contained by the knowledge that his mate was asleep under Doc's protection. James stopped the video, knowing only further torment was to come to Tia with no relevant information to be obtained. They all sat silently, the Beta and the Omega waiting, the Alpha pondering what he had learnt. Tia's mum hadn't been killed by his pack, as he'd known, but rather one of her former friends and the fae had lied to her, through her whole in order to turn her into a weapon. He sat, thinking of how joyous her life may have been had her mother gone to the pack for protection when the fae turned against her. How they could have saved young Tia the horror of discovering her mother's corpse. ... James, I knew him... He is the Beta, he... he is the Blonde's mate... I feel he is to be trusted...That's right, he is friends with the Alpha...He was there when... when what? We were at a table...In a big room... I was talking too... I don't know, I was sitting on his lap I felt loved... Where was I? Why can't I remember? I woke from the dream slowly this time. No sudden startle or jolt, just a fluid transition from dream to reality on the thought of lost memories. As soon as I had seen the wolf come through the door, I knew his name and thought of him as a friend: the rest came in the dream. Was it possible, had the fae put a mind lock on me? But why? Casting a furtive look around, I assessed I was alone and that it was about 1:20 a.m. from the position of the moon in the sky. I needed to build up my power reserves again, something had drained them. Carefully, I sunk back into the plush pillow, my hands reaching to push my hospital gown up over my chest, allowing my hands to run across my flesh. My skin looked like pale alabaster in the moonlight, the fingers long against the swelling curves of my frame. Slowly I dragged my nails up the side of my body, slightly grazing the flesh, causing it to tighten and send tingles to my core. Lightly licking the tips, I brought the wet digits to my nipples, pulling and circling the hardened nubs: gentle to firm and then back again. Each twist of the sensitive flesh sent another stab of pleasure to my cunt, my lips swelling in passion. Already I could feel the power starting to crackle in the air around me. Carefully, I closed my mind to the wolf's link: its hum audible to me with my power returning. Knowing I wasn't going to be disturbed, I slid my hand lower. A slight gasp passed my lips, as my fingers rubbed over my swollen cunt, automatically performing the erotic swirl of the feminine masturbation. Biting my lip, my back arched as my fingers finally flicked over my swollen clit, the hard flesh spasming with pleasure at the contact. Varying the pressure, I rubbed the bud, circling and pulling, my desire spiking. I brought my other hand from my chest, sliding it underneath me and up towards my cunt. With delightful slowness, I inserted a lone finger into the dripping confines of my pussy, a groan passing from my lips. The power crackled along my fingers, adding to the pleasure my body was feeling. With another low groan, a second finger slipped into the confines of my pussy as I began to pump my fingers in and out; squelching noises filling the room. My body filled with passion and power, my sense driving me towards completion. I gasped and writhed as my fingers curled against my sensitive walls, my right hand continuing to flick and tug my clit with determined ferocity. I was so close, the room and air sparking around me. I could feel myself rushing towards the edge, that edge of bliss. As a third finger plunging into my cunt, my waist lifted from the bed, mind open in a wordless scream as my orgasm blasted though my body and with it my mind. My body shuddering, I felt the mental block in my mind crack, groan and then shatter as the power filled my mind once more. Faces came rushing back to me: the young Omega, the Alpha smirking. I heard the conversation on the phone to Lexter, the betrayal of my kind, my run from the wolves, my discovery in the motel. Along with the memories came the emotions: sadness from losing Bytlock, anger at the betrayal, fear at the control of the bond and desire for the Alpha. You know how people say there world came crashing down around them? Well, not only did my life, but my beliefs, my power, and my identity. Everything I had believed to be true and fact mere minutes ago, were now childish and prejudice to my mind. Internally, my fae embraced my humanity, my two sides finally free from the magical entrapment and able to interact again. Now that my humanity could be felt, there was someone I wanted to see. ... "She must be blocking the memories from herself." Kyle reasoned, James having asked why she would accuse them when she was aware of the truth. "Her mind must be trying to protect itself from the idea her 'friend' was never such a thing." James sighed, a pure sigh of frustration and exhaustion. The whole pack had felt drained as they were kept awake by the turmoil of their Alpha's thoughts and emotions. Though Kyle had tried to keep his mind away from those of the pack, the bond could never be truly closed and his emotions had been incredibly strong. "Sir," Dean said, clearly having worked up the confidence to speak up, "Where is her father?" Kyle looked up at the Omega. "The fae didn't mention anything about her father and neither did she, though he disappeared at the same time Mercillia did. Doesn't anyone else find that odd?" James stared at Dean open mouthed, surprised that the boy had noticed something he and the Alpha had missed. When nobody responded from several minutes Dean spoke up again, "Sorry Sir, I didn't mean to interrupt or offend." He trailed of, mumbling, clearly uncomfortable with what he thought was an angry Alpha. "No no Dean. No, I was just shocked. I hadn't even thought of that." Kyle said, still running the thoughts through his head. What had happened to Alec? "Well done Dean, though I think you just gave yourself a new job. I need you to look for any trace of an Alec Dennis starting from just before he disappeared. See if you can track what happened to hi-" Kyle stopped mid thought as a presence pressed against his mind. Immediately, he turned to attack the mental invader, realising just in time that it was Tia's conscious reaching out to him. Delicately brushing against the presence, he realised that she had put a block between her mind and his; that was why the contact felt so foreign: it wasn't the mate bond. Though wondering why she had put up a barrier, he couldn't help the joy that soured through him and his wolf as he heard the tentative request for him to come talk to her. Soon. ... I could feel him approaching, with each step my heart seemed to jump in my chest, fluttering like never before. I could remember the passion, the kindness but also I couldn't help but forget the power this bond had over me. It repressed my fae, it affected my opinion and how I saw the world. Heck, I allowed the blonds... Chloe and Brittany to live! That sure as heck wasn't my choice; even now my fae wants to tear into their delicate flesh. I need to be on my guard, aware of what I'm doing and barrier firmly in place between our minds. I may be his mate, but this time it's going to be on my terms, not his. I knew when he entered the room, not for sight or sound, but the way the bond snapped into position, like a beam of information. I could see the room how he did; me, knees tucked to my chest on the bed, hair slightly falling from behind my right ear. I could feel his joy at seeing me, his wolves yearning to mate and also his trepidation of what to expect. Would I know him? Quickly, I snapped the bond shut. I couldn't allow him any control over my thoughts. I needed to hear things without a tainted mind. Turning, I used my eyes to track the rest of his progress across the room towards my bed, his scent immediately drenching my pussy. I growled, angry at my body's reaction. He stopped. I sighed. "No no, it's okay." I muttered, focusing on regaining control of my heart and cunt. "Please, sit. I need to talk with you." I watched a small smirk pass over his lips. No doubt he could smell my arousal. Damn him and his doggy senses. "I can remember... everything. The mental block is gone.. I ... eradicated it." I watched a smile consume his face, his hand beginning to reach toward me. I had to physically hold myself in check: I wanted to lean into that hand. "No, no it's not all woopy di fucking doo. No. I ran away remember. Now I need to hear the truth." My heart panged as I saw his face crumple, his happiness lost once more. Working for the Fae Ch. 11 "Yes, of course, sorry. Ask away." He mumbled, eyes meeting mine, tense and waiting. "I ran, because my fae had been repressed by this bond." I stated, there was no point beating around the bush. "When I was fighting, she made me realise that the bond was forcing your opinions on me in a way that I thought they were my own. That terrified me." "The bond was..? That's not supposed to happen..." He looked confused, his eyes fixed on the window over my left shoulder, forehead creased in confusion. "I mean, I know you're unique and all but I've never heard... No wonder you ran. I'm sorry; I honestly did not know I was forcing my opinions on you. Please let me show you, drop your barrier." He met my eyes, his pleading, mine distrustful. What if I opened my mind only to lose myself in his opinions again? "Please. It's the only way you'll trust me." He was right. I needed to see his memories to know that he hadn't been controlling me intentionally. With a deep breath, I slowly dropped the barriers. Not fully, but enough that we could see into each other's minds again. Quickly I was thrown through a whirlwind of his memories. The moment we met, how furious he had been at the murder of his witches. The moment he had smelt the mate scent. His frustration over my anger. His humour at the training matches. All of it, similar to the opinions I had held but no evidence that he even realised that he was affecting me. He had just thought I had agreed to embrace the inevitable: for a wolf, it was that easy. I looked into his face. I studied the full curve of his lips, the glint in his eyes, the hard line of his jaw and the ruffled, dark hair. It was a face a woman could love or hate. While my humanity loved him, my fae needed something from him before she would feel safe enough to trust this man. The fae was still terrified in this place; we felt unsafe and threatened. I watched his eyes darken as he heard my assessment. He didn't know for what I would ask, but he braced himself: as did I. "I want the two blondes dead. And I want to be the one who kills them." Working for the Fae Ch. 12 It had been a week of agony. As I stood within the circle, naked and body painted, I thought back on the look of agony in Kyle's eyes when I had requested the death of his two female Betas. He had sat there for an hour, looking at me, talking to another pack member in his head. I could see that he knew there was no point trying to persuade me not to go through with it; and no other route was clear. In the end, though he said it with as much regret and agony as possible, he had finally said yes. All week as I healed and regained my strength the pack had been in turmoil, Kyle had been miserable and I had been attacked in the corridors. I may be their Alpha's mate but I wasn't wolf yet and these people had died to protect me: now I was demanding the death of two valuable pack members. Regardless, the week had passed and I now awaited them both in the traditional sight of a challenge. Though I couldn't shift, Kyle had insisted I be naked and decorated in the traditional way in order to appease the pack. He wanted this to be a challenge and not the death sentence the Betas and he knew it would be. I had the strength of an old one. This would barely be a fight. I struggled to keep Kyle's pleading and woeful thoughts from my mind. I was learning to identify when the bond was manipulating my own thoughts, but the strength of his current emotions would have had me calling of this whole thing immediately. I couldn't do that. They had killed Caleb before I had the chance; no way was my fae going to allow another of our abusers to walk free. Shoulders tensed and ready, I watched as the pack shifted around me: sorrow and fear on their faces. All of them had seen or at least new of my capabilities. It was one of the reasons my claim as Alpha female hadn't been challenged, to fight me was considered an extremely dangerous thing to the pack; as they did not know what rules I was going to follow. My heart twanged. I didn't want the pack to fear me, I didn't want them to forever cower in my presence and never trust me. Yet, I couldn't live in this state of fear. I was a warrior, a trained assassin and the thought of the two blondes brought paralyzing tremors along my nerves. They needed to die so that I could be the strong Alpha I would need to be. Muttering began to stir the crowd, all eyes fixed to the shifting wolves on my right. Slowly, the moving sea of people parted to allow the two blonde betas into the circle, both painted as I was; the swirling loops of red paint enhancing their lithe figures. They looked strong and powerful. Again, my head was split about what I was about to do. These two females were key protectors of the pack and had been kind once my position as future female alpha had been established. The humanity within me argued furiously against the obstinate anger my fae harboured towards the two females before me: fear was a weakness and these two embodied my fear. For the fae there was only one solution: kill. I watched, calm and still, as the muscles of the two blondes tensed under their taught skin; each flex and pull a beautiful show of subtle strength. They were ready. Kyle began to speak, his voice echoing over the silent crowd, dictating the rules of the challenge. I heard none of it; I understood only because my mind was part of his, my attention was fully locked on the two wolves opposite me as I pulled my fae to the surface. I felt my strength flowing under my skin, my magic lurking within my mind; ready for my call. With the allowance of my fae to take control, any semblance of doubt I held was put aside. My eyes flitted from weakness to weakness on my opponents forms, my plan of attack formed before Kyle had even finished his speech. I crouched. My body compressed into one spot; a small target with no sign as to planned direction of movement. I hissed. I didn't hear Kyle begin the fight, only felt the tension in the crowd amplify once more. The two females leapt towards me from both sides, an effort to pin me, I presumed. I smirked. Before they had finished pushing off the ground I was standing where they had been, the smirk becoming a smile as the crowd gasped and the two wolves collided. With a yowl, I leapt forward, landing on the second females back as she was mid-way through her shift, taking her with me as I rolled. My hand struck her part shifted face, grabbed her neck/scruff and tossed her into the path of the first female, now fully shifted. The first wolf had to evade her companion, causing her to leave herself open to my attack, my hand ploughing into her wind pipe, holding her aloft before throwing her across the circle. I followed her as she sailed through the air, my hands grasping the second wolf as it lunged at me; flinging her into the first female as she hit the ground. Around the circle, the pack shifted. I could feel both their excitement and fear. A fight riled up any wolf but this was not a balanced fight, this was a slaughter. I could see many heads turned to Kyle with pleading eyes; I could feel them pleading with him in my head. Stopping a moment, allowing the two wolves to collect themselves, I reached out through Kyle's mind to the entirety of the pack. As soon as I was sure they were all linked to my mind, I brought back to the surface the memory of the pain I had suffered at the hands of the two female wolves in the circle with me. I watched as they all flinched and whined; my pain felt as if it were their own. I ended the memory to follow it with the question: 'would you deny me my right to their lives by your pack law?' I looked at Kyle, his face awash with sorrow and pride. I had made the pack understand why I was demanding this price, but it still did not save his two pack members from my wrath. I inclined my head. Though we disagreed, his respect of my wishes earned him my respect in return. Turning my attention back to the two wolves, I managed to catch the first wolf just before her jaws closed around my neck. Surprised at how close she had come to landing a blow, my punch to her stomach was soft and had little effect. Screeching, I lept on her, my hands tearing at her jaw, feeling the skin start to tear beneath my grasp. She howled in pain, pinned to the ground as her mouth was slowly being torn apart. A growl from behind me, forced me to relinquish my grip in the first wolf, the air knocked out of me as I allowed the second wolf to collide with me. I flipped in the air, my body landing ready to meet the second wolf head on. She continued to plough towards me: head down and snarling. Smirking, I moved to the side and caught her leg as she breezed past me, holding tight as I felt the bones snap and break through her skin. Wheeling around, I flew at her as she tried to get up from the floor without the support of her front leg. Already it was beginning to heal. I threw a strong punch at her face, allowing my hands to loosen slightly as the wolf's head retracted from the collision, my sharp nails tearing through the skin on her face. Unconscious and bleeding, I dragged the second wolf over to where the first wolf still lay: skin torn and bleeding. Standing over them both, I relished the easy victory. Only one had landed a hit and even that I had allowed in order gaining a better footing. I tilted my head back and yowled my victory, the pack answering with a howl. The howl, though on time, was weak and unsure. This duel was up to my discretion in terms of whether my opponents were to live or die. I crouched over the first wolf, her eyes wide and scared, mouth hanging uselessly with the tongue flopping around like a fish. I barred my teeth at her and brought my hands to her neck. "You brought me great suffering and a fear that still weakens me." I hissed. "How can I let you live if I am to be weak as a result?" I growled the question, the fae furious that the end to fighting had allowed my human to resurface slightly. The wolf stiffened beneath my hands at my words, her eyes fixed on mine. Suddenly, I felt her relax. She tilted her head, barring her throat to me in a gesture of submission. I felt her conscious brush mine, overwhelming me in the sensation of excruciating pain and acceptance. For the first time, I saw the true person the wolf beneath my hands was and how much pain the memory of my torture had caused her and her twin. Neither one was trained to torture; they were fighters who had done as their alpha had bid them to do. Every time I had blacked out, they had begged the alpha to find another way to get the information, but he refused. Now she knew how I had felt and she didn't want to live if she could not be forgiven by me. I yanked my thoughts from hers. Without meaning to, the wolf had brought the human part of my nature to the front. Tears streamed down my face as I looked at the pain I had caused both of these wolves. Both would probably be scarred for life and would certainly be in hospital for a while. Had I not tortured wolves at the behest of my Queen? Had I not caused people unbelievable amounts of pain in my life? How was I any better than these betas? I stepped back, tears causing the swirls on my face to run: almost as if I was crying tears of blood instead of salt. "You fought well and with courage. You have suffered at my hand, as I have yours. The debt is settled. I renounce my claim on your lives." I allowed my voice to carry to all the wolves that had watched the fight. "I am sorry." The last only the two betas and Kyle heard. I turned from the circle and walked towards the forest, the pack parting before me, barring their necks in shows of respect as I walked past. I struggled to prevent my tears from becoming sobs; my heart suddenly aching with the guilt of a lifetime. My shoulders sagged, my feet felt like lead tombs. As soon as I was out of sight and hearing distance of the pack: I ran. I ran like my guilt was a physical monster chasing me. I ran like there was a pool of redemption waiting for me. I ran like I had hope. Yet, I didn't. I had no hope of escaping the guilt that enshrouded my soul: even my fae felt burdened under the weight of our monstrosities. I began to slow, my steps faltering, tripping, until I fell. I landed in a pile of autumn leaves, a soft bed of decay that seemed oh so fitting to my sorrowful emotions. My life was one of comfort built on the backs of the dead, why should my refuge now be any different. I lay in the cold, my mind swarmed with the faces of the dead. I heard each of their screams, their pleas for mercy, my cackle as I cut their souls from this world. I felt each life force giving way beneath my weapon as if I was killing them all again. I smelt the copper fountain of blood as my blades pierced and slashed the skin. Each memory of my life was tainted with someone's death or pain; it was all I had ever known. Now they expect me to be some sort of loving, motherly figure to a whole pack? I am a murderer, a monster. How can I be expected to love and be loved? I should be left to rot and suffer the torture of my victims in the afterlife. I must have lain in the cold bed of leaves for hours before I heard the crunch of approaching footsteps. I instantly bolted to attention, already crouched and waiting. I tracked the movement through the forest, shifting my body as I needed to follow their progress towards me. I tensed, ready to fight. "Tia? Tia, are you there?" Kyle called, his voice pleading and hopeful. I relaxed my fighting position, collapsing back into the decaying foliage. "Tia?" He rounded the tree before me, stopping in surprise when he saw my naked form collapsed on the ground, red tear lines looking like wounds across my flesh. "Tia? Are you okay?" He asked. I merely closed my eyes and tried to bury my head further into the leaves to hide my fresh tears. Why is it that when someone asks if you are ok, the production of new tears cannot be stopped? I wanted to spill my heart out to him but I couldn't. What if he thought me a monster as well and threw my aside? It wasn't until I felt the fear of losing him that I realised I had begun to truly feel the mating pull. "Tia? Please, open your mind to me. Let me help." With a groan, I let all of my barriers crumble around my mind. I allowed everything I was to be open to his mind, allowed my mind to finally be completely at one with his. I felt his shock and recoil at the anguish in my thoughts. I tried to retract myself as I felt his mental recoil but my barriers were gone and I couldn't find them. I was forced to watch as he saw my whole life, every murder laid out before him, each detail available for his scrutiny and judgement. I felt as if I was sat at judgement in the afterlife, having my soul deemed good or evil. I felt him grasp a certain memory and replay it over and over again; it was one that I still couldn't see clearly myself due to the memory block. Curious, I watched him watch my memory through his own mind. It was of me, in a hotel room. I was contemplating where I could run to, why the fae had betrayed me and how the two sides within my head existed together for so long. I watched, stunned, as I came to the conclusion that there was a third entity lying dormant in my head: the wolf. It was why the mate bond was strong but also reacted oddly; it was why I loved Kyle. That was the finally thought in the memory before the fae broke into the room and knocked my unconscious. Stunned, I allowed myself to be wrapped in Kyle's arms as he continued to look through my mind. I allowed his body to warm mine and bring me comfort as I was forced to remember all my deeds again. With each hour that he watched, the mind block lessened and lessened: my feelings for him becoming clearer and clearer. As he watched my life, I thought on him and our relationship, how it was unlike any I had had before. I felt this desire to be with him and as close to him as possible; that I could trust him with everything. It scared me, but I realised, as I remembered more about our time together, that I already loved him, only that I was yet to trust him as fully as the bond wished I would. I suddenly felt a large warmth of content from Kyle's mind, focusing on his mind again, I realised he had heard my musings. "I love you too." He whispered in my ear, his breath tickling my neck and sending goose bumps shooting down my body. "I know you fear my horror or disgust at your past but how can I hate what has made you, you?" His arms tightened around me as I felt fresh tears leak down my face. "Though they may be violent memories of past wrongs, none were done due to pure love of killing. I see that you grew to enjoy it, but I don't think that you truly did, I think to convince yourself you enjoyed it was the only way you could cope with your life." I sobbed as this man who I had known for such a little time absolved me of my crimes with each word he spoke. He was my saviour; he would be the one to save me from my past. "I love you because you remember, because you hurt yourselves by remembering their pain that you act strong as if the burden you bear did not exist at all." I rolled in his arms, facing him as I looked up into his face with wonder. "How can you be the one to absolve me, to save me?" I asked with wonder. "Because I was always meant to be. Your burden was always to be mine to lighten, as my burden is yours to lighten as well. We are mates, that is what it means for a wolf: we are the saviours of each other." My heart thumped in my chest. I ached for this man who held me in my bed of sorrow and despair, who has promised to always be there to pull me from the edge as long as I will do the same for him. For once in my life, the trade felt fair and one that would cause me no harm to bear. With fresh tears on my face, I brought my lips to his. I needed to feel him, to strengthen our promise through an act of pure love that we would never share with anyone else again. I knew that this time, it was my choice as well as his and that made the will to succumb amazingly sweet. Hearing all this, Kyle pulled away from my lips. "Are you sure?" He asked, hand reaching up to trace patterns along my waist and hip. "I have very good control of my wolf but I cannot guarantee that he won't surface and try to mate you after all this time." He looked so scared as if desperately wanting me to say no and yes. I smiled up at him, bringing his lips close to mine once more. "Do you really think I would still be here in your arms with my mind wide open, if I wasn't sure?" I smirked up at him and then kissed him with all the promise and confidence I could. I had never given myself up so completely before, and even though I understood his doubt, I couldn't face the prospect of rejection right now. Giving in, his arms tightened around me as he rolled me onto my back, putting himself on top of me. I ran one hand through his messy hair and the other went to grasp at the hem of his t-shirt, pulling at it, desperate to feel his skin on mine. He sniggered against my lips. "Want something?" He asked, nipping at my neck as his body shook with silent laughter. "I don't see how I am fully naked and you think it's alright to keep your clothes on." I smirked in return, loving the smile playing across his face. "Yes, I'm so glad I insisted you fight the traditional way. The swinging tits... glimpses of that beautiful pussy..." He yelped loudly as I pushed him off of me, rolling us so I sat straddling his lap as the look of shock turned to one of mirth. "Well, looking is as close as you'll get if you don't remove those damn clothes, Sir." I growled down at him, trying to stop myself from grinding against the bulge in his jeans. He continued to shake silently as he slipped his shirt over his head, only stopping when I stood to allow him room to slip of his jeans. He stared up at my exposed crotch, all humour gone from his face as his jeans seemed to disappear from his body in an instant. Slowly, I sat down again, my bare pussy lips encompassing his cock as it lay against his stomach. I grinded down at him as a groan escaped his lips. Rocking my hips back and forth I leant down to lightly flick his nipples with my tongue, loving how his cock pulsed against my clit and the short, breathy moans he was making. I continued to nibble at his nipples, my pussy making his cock slick as I ground against his shaft, his hands reaching to play and pull at my sensitive nipples. Each of his groans and tugs at my nipples sent shocks of pleasure to my pussy, my body beginning to tremble with desire. Sliding further forward on the next gyration, I felt his cock rest at the opening to my cunt, his eyes opening to hold mine as he realized what I was finally offering. Gently, his hands reached for my hips, raising my body slightly so he could begin to sink his cock into my greedy cunt. I moaned in delight as I felt his thick cock stretch my tight cunt walls. None of the times before had been like this. They had been so animalistic and rough. This, this was exactly what all the books tell you sex should be like: poetry in fucking motion. I rocked with him in each thrust into my pussy, my muscles clenching around his shaft in order to feel more of him. His hands on my hips, I reached to replace his hands on my tits, pulling and twisting my nipples as he watched with fascinated delight. With each twist and moan, my cunt received a sharper and deeper thrust. Soon I had him fucking my pussy as I wanted: a slow twist here and several fast ones there. He grinned up at me, enjoying the game as much as I was; his eyes beginning to show amber as the wolf began to fight for control. Smirking down at him, I made a mental bargain with the wolf. I promised him fun as long as he allowed Kyle and I this one time to reaffirm the bond. Kyle looked at me questioningly, wondering what more I could do to please the wolf: the whole reason he wanted out was because he wanted to be able to do this all the time. I grinned as I pulled myself of his cock, earning myself a growl of anger and irritation. Working for the Fae Ch. 12 Walking a few paces away from him, I slowly sunk to my knees in the bed of leaves and then bent so that I was resting on all fours. I looked back at Kyle, still lying in the leaves with his twitching cock, his face one of unbridled desire. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I slowly bent the front half of my body to the ground, nipples brushing the cold undergrowth, so that my ass stuck lewdly into the air, my glistening pussy completely open to him. His mouth was open as he took in the site before him. My eyes still holding his, I ran my tongue over my lower lip and then quietly said "woof woof." Within seconds, I felt the alpha's cock plunge deep into my gushing cunt, a satisfied whole breaking from his lips. He began to hammer into my pussy, his desire pushing him to enjoy my hot body. His balls slapped against my clit, causing me to yell out and whimper with each thrust and swing. I could feel myself getting closer but I couldn't cum. We were both yelling now, lost in the throes of passion and still I couldn't cum, I couldn't reach the peak of sexual ecstasy. Suddenly Kyle pulled almost completely out of my pulsing cunt. He leant down over my back, grasping a tit in each hand. He licked my left shoulder and then gently bit down. In my head I heard one word 'cum'. With which he thrust powerfully back into my pussy as a raging orgasm exploded within my body. ... I woke up surrounded by pillows and thick blankets. Slowly, I sat up, my body strangely sore. Looking around I recognised the alpha's room with a few new decorations. Yawning I sat up and stretched, desperate to dispel the dull ache that seemed to permeate my body. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked again at the picture on the wall above the cabinet. It was a female figure beside a wolf. That was new. Wondering why I was here anyway, I slowly slid from the bed, pulling a comforter with me as I realised my clothes were gone. Padding quietly towards the door, thinking to look for the Alpha, I suddenly realised I knew exactly where he was. He was in his study reading Wild Swans. I stopped, suddenly I realised that all of my barriers were gone and the Alpha was watching all of my thoughts with some mild humour. Still half asleep, I ambled along to his study, still yawning and not awake enough to worry about my lack of barriers. Standing in the doorway, I looked in to see the Alpha patiently waiting for my arrival at the door, a small smile playing across his face as he took in my sleepy appearance. "You're not exactly a morning person, are you?" He chuckled, beckoning for me to enter. "Well that's rude! Girls don't wake up the way we go out, you know." I huffed, throwing myself into a chair by the fire. I was feeling oddly content. He laughed. "I know that. I was referring to your inability to recall the events of earlier today." "Huh?" I muttered, not exactly the most eloquent response but I still wasn't really awake. He sniggered across from me. I glared at him in return. Suddenly, I felt him drag a memory to my attention. I didn't need much help remembering after a few seconds. I was awake now. I blushed and looked down at the floor. I hadn't exactly behaved as one normally would after signing your soul and love away to someone only hours earlier. I had acted my usual cold and indifferent self: now I didn't know how to undo it. I should have just stayed in bed. "Tia, look at me." He soothed, my eyes meeting his and the gentle smile on his face. "I am not in any way put out by how you acted; I knew you were still half asleep. It was quite funny actually. Here I hoped you would jump me again, presuming that such a kick ass assassin would be a morning person, only to be greeted with a bumbling Tia." He laughed again, this time his whole body shaking with his humour. "I don't like mornings, they are awful things designed to force people to vacate the comfort of beds." I mumbled. I know I'm terrible in the mornings, Bytlock used to tease me about my incompetency all the time. Resolving to get ready for the day, I stood up at leave, brushing a soft kiss against the Alpha's cheek as I walked past. He turned his head as if to kiss me properly, but instead grasped me about the waist and pulled me onto his lap, the comforter left to flap in the air for a minute before pooling on the floor. I glared up at him, earning myself another snigger of amusement. "Why am I always the naked one?" I asked, remembering how our escapade had begun. "I told you, I expected to be jumped this morning." He said, completely ignoring my question. "Why on earth did you think that I would just let you get ready?" He grinned down at me, his hand reaching to play with my nipple. I pulled back, hiding a smirk and my plan for a game. "No, I want to get ready and go for a run." I proclaimed, pushing myself of his lap. The look of hurt almost had me jumping back onto his lap, but I knew he was going to enjoy my game. "We could always make it a race if you want?" I said to him over my shoulder. "Or catch even. Winner gets to choose the prize." Working for the Fae Ch. 13 Hi Guys, I'm so sorry for the ridiculously long wait but I got terribly stuck over the direction in which to take this chapter. I have 6 drafts that follow completely different plots, this final one not included. Tia's next actions won't take so long to follow. Enjoy! Lala ***** BANG! I woke up with a shriek, bolting up in bead, only to collapse back feeling dizzy. Blinking rapidly, I tried to wake up, to find the source of the loud noise. Struggling up, a bit more slowly this time, I heard a groan from the floor by the bed. Shuffling over, my palm rubbing ferociously at my eye, I peered at the floor. Kyle was lying on his back, wincing slightly as he sat up, rubbing at his head. I snickered. "What the hell are you doing?" He looked at me incredulous. "What am I doing? You just pushed me out of the bed!" He grunted as he pushed himself off the floor, stretching as he looked down at my giggling face. "Oh, my Alpha, I didn't know a girl would so easily best you in her sleep..." I smirked up at him, his disgruntled face only making me laugh harder. Flopping back down, I snuggled into his pillow, inhaling his scent as he grumbled in response, walking around the bed to get back under the covers. "I mean honestly, just one little, tiny girl pushing you in her sleep and you go flying. What a big bad Alpha you are. Your mother must be pro-" "Oi you," His weight was suddenly pressing me into the bed, his naked form laid on mine, "who on Earth are you calling little and tiny?" His hands reached to grasp at my hips and tits. "These are not what I would call tiny." He snickered down at me. Huffing, I pushed against him, not at all interested in the game he wanted to play. "Well, I'm sorry they're bothering you." He refused to budge, his legs wrapping around mine, pinning me in place as his head reached down to suck a nipple, not bothering to reply to my grumpy comment. Still pushing, I managed to roll onto my front, denying him the access to my nipples he so dearly wanted. Laughing, his attention turned to my ass, his hand groping at the soft flesh before starting to trace patterns that dipped ever further into the valley of my ass cheeks. I wriggled, mumbling at him that I was tired. A sharp growl from him stopped me in my tracks, my Fae suddenly aroused at the ferocity and domination that Kyle was showing, my sleepiness not important to the animal desire. Allowing my arousal to spread, I raised my ass into his touch, his cock nestling against my pussy lips as his fingers traced my asshole. Grunting, he pushed both finger and cock into my body, ever so slightly as he felt my body comply too his desire. "I'll tell you what is tiny though," he muttered, his voice deep with desire, "this tight little pussy and ass that I can't wait to feel stretched around my hard cock." I groaned, my pussy clutching at the head of his cock. "Just fuck me, you bastard." I growled in response, desperate to have my arousal sated by this big cock. With one last deep chuckle, Kyle drove his cock fully into my tight cunt, his finger pistoning into my ass only seconds later. With a cry, he began pummelling into centre, his teeth and lips on my ear, my face pressed into the pillow as I panted with each thrust. I could feel his cock lengthen and grow as his wolf rose to the surface, not shifting but close enough to increase Kyle's sexual organ, driving me crazy with erotic pleasure. One of his hands snaked round to grasp at my tits, rubbing at my nipples with each drive into my cunt, the other attacked my clit, my eyes rolling back in my head in response. Finally, Kyle grunted above me, his seed spurting into my cunt, my sexual completion just out of my reach. Knowingly, Kyle pressed his lips against my ear and said the one word I needed to hear to get me exploding in orgasm: "Mine." ... "These boots are so cute!" Looking in the mirror, I marvelled as I saw how the over the knee boots accentuated my curves. "Kyle will love these!" Huh? Why am I thinking of myself in third person? Wait, I don't have curves...what the... Groaning, he woke roughly from the dream. Rubbing at his face, he sat up, wondering why he would dream about boots of all things. Shrugging it off, he put his hand out for Tia only for it to fall back to the mattress. Turning, he blinked as he surveyed the empty and made bed next to him. Yawning, he got up and padded naked to the kitchen, assuming he would find her hunkered over her morning coffee. Rounding the corner, he found the kitchen empty. Confused, he padded through the rest of the flat only to conclude she wasn't there. Tentatively, he reached out towards her through the bond, still aware she wasn't always happy to be tied to him if her Fae was in control. With a sharp sting of shock, he ran straight into a solid wall. He could tell she was alive and healthy, but couldn't tell or contact her any further. Sharply he turned to the closet, pulling on some jeans and a white t-shirt as he called for his Betas as well as the Omega Tia adored. Within 10 minutes, James, Chloe, Brittany and Rachel all stood in his lounge. Looking up at them, he surveyed their expressions. "Rachel, where is she?" He sighed. All the Betas looked slightly confused as to why they were called; Rachel hadn't met his eyes once. "Who? My Alpha." The response was timid and unsure. "Rachel," he sighed once more, "I'm not mad, I'm just unable to ask her herself at the current time. Please do not make me pull rank on you young one." The young Omega blinked at Kyle before sighing, her hands shaking slightly from the pressure. "She is in town Sir. She went to see her son. Sir." Kyle blinked. "Her son?" All the wolves looked at Rachel in confusion. "Wait, do you mean BYTLOCK?!" The omega cringed and nodded as her Alpha sprang from his chair, sure she was in trouble. Patting the young girl on the head, he turned to James. "Get me a car. Rachel, you come with me. Why didn't she tell me?" Kyle headed out the door, Rachel in tow as James called for a car to be waiting and ready. "Maybe because you'd act like this?" The two blondes shook their heads and smiled slightly as they watched their Alpha stalk after his mate, muttering furiously at any who got in his way, towing the squeaking omega behind him. "She sure is brave angering him like that." Together, they sniggered, imagining the ass kicking Kyle was going to get from Tia for being a domineering asshole. ... Sighing, I watched as the cashier ran through the boots on the till. "What's up Tia? That's a big sigh for boots." Bytlock looked into my face imploringly. I took the receipt from the cashier and thanked her before responding to the fae. "I miss this," I said, my voice sad. "I miss being able to spend easy time with you, to just shop or eat or drink without having to constantly wait for Kyle to drag me back." We walked out of the shop, my eyes darting up and down the street, half expecting to see his large frame nestled against a building waiting to take me home. "Hey, I still haven't met this guy," Bytlock mused. "He must be pretty great for you to give up so much. I always though you and Lexter would be together forever." He stressed the final word, eyes fluttering at me as he did a dramatic swoon. I laughed at his dramatics. "Yea, so did I bud." I smiled up at the sky, loving the feel of the breeze on my face. "But there's very little I truly bemoan about this situation. Lexter and the Queen were using me, I lived a life that depended on my ability to remove the life from others and it was all a lie. In truth, it is mainly my loss of your company that tarnishes my life. I love Kyle, Bytlock, but I love you too." The fae put his arm around me as we headed to the café, my head resting on his shoulder as his presence comforted me. I knew I didn't regret my decision to stay with Kyle, but I hadn't realised how much I missed the fae standing next to me. "It's hard now, Tia. The whole court is in disarray. The impact and success of the wolves attack has thrown the Fae into a complete panic. The Queen has been undermined by her treatment of you, our famous assassin who many feel has been bewitched by the wolves." He sniggered and poked me slightly at that. "But, it's my home; they are my people, more so than they ever were yours. Besides, it's not like your wolves would allow me to stay. This is just how life has treated us Tia, I can still sneak out like this now and then, but our friendship cannot be what it once was." I met Bytlock's eyes, tears present in his as well as my own. Sighing, I pulled away from him slightly. He looked at me questioningly. "Kyle is coming. He isn't mad, but seeing a man touching me wouldn't be the best thing for his temper right now." Bytlock laughed. "Hey, it's his instincts; he's not crazed, just slightly over protective. The women say it will lessen once we are mated." "Mated huh? What does that actually entail for the Alpha pair?" We stopped to sit on a bench by the park, watching as the humans strolled casually back and forwards in front of us. "Well, they won't really tell me but I do know we have to have some sort of special ceremony." I groaned, hating the idea of having to do anymore strange werewolf customs. I'd had enough of those experiences to last a human lifetime, let alone my own. "Do you think I could get an invite?" "Well, why don't you ask the man in charge?" I said, just as the Range Rover pulled up in front of us, a large, annoyed Alpha storming out. "Tia! What are yo-" "TIA!!" The shout emanated from behind Kyle's big frame. It was slightly panicked and happy all at once, causing both men to tense. I grinned as I waited for Rachel's small frame to appear from behind Kyle's, my grin only widening when I saw her tear stained face running towards me. Everyone watched as I caught her in my arms, her mumbled apologies spoken into the crook of my neck as she clung to me. "Hey, hey," I soothed, stroking her hair. "I knew you wouldn't be able to not tell him, it's okay. I needed you to tell him before he went loco anyway." I winked down at her young face as she pulled away, a small, uncertain smile pulling at her lips. "Okay?" She smiled and nodded, brushing away her tears with the back of her hand. Glancing over at Bytlock she blushed and looked down, timid in the presence of a stranger. "Bytlock, this is Rachel, Rachel, Bytlock," I introduced, "Bytlock is an old friend of my and Rachel is a new." I laughed. The simplicity of that statement made light of a dangerous reality. "Lovely to meet you, my sweet." Bytlock, much to the surprise of everyone present, bent over to kiss Rachel's extended hand. "I hope to see you again, soon, perhaps?" Blink. What? Kyle, however, spoke before I could enquire after the strange behaviour. "Tia?" He asked again, his voice slightly hurt at my ignoring him. Sighing, I walked over to him, my toes touching his as I reached up to plant a kiss on his lips. "I'm sorry," I whispered, "but I simply can't let him go. Not forever, not completely." He looked down at me, his face stony. "I didn't tell you because I needed you to see for yourself that he is not a threat to me." I continued, my lips brushing his once more before stepping away. He reached an open palm towards me, cupping my face in its warm caress. He looked at me beseechingly, eyes searing into mine. "Why? Why did you block me out?" He asked, sadness tinging his voice as he looked down on me. Frowning, I realised that the shields I had meant only to block any unwanted probe from the pack had also locked Kyle out. "My mate, my Alpha, I apologise. I had not intended you such worry." Embracing him, I dropped my shields, embracing his mind as well as body. I heard him sigh, feeling the tension leave his body. I pulled back to look into his eyes, comforting myself in the look of love and care that I found in them. Smiling, I kissed him again before turning to my friends. Surprised, I stopped before any words left my mouth. Bytlock had managed to pull Rachel out of her shell. Besides with those she knew well, the young girl barely looked up from the floor. The Rachel today was as animated and confident as I had ever seen her. I stood, mouth gaping in shock. "Tia, do close your mouth, it is not an attractive look." Bytlock sniggered as he walked Rachel over to us. I stuck my tongue out at him in response. "From ugly to immature, sure got yourself a catch here Kyle." He mocked, winking at me. Kyle laughed, his hand extended to greet Bytlock. "It's good to meet you, you mean so much to Tia." His arm snaked around my waist as he pulled me into him, my body fitting perfectly with his. "I'm glad you both enjoyed yourselves today but we really must be going." "Ah, ok, I understand." Bytlock said, his face falling slightly as he glanced at Rachel. I really was going to ask him about this odd behaviour later. Kyle turned, my body following, towards the car, Rachel trotting along in front to open the door for us. "Just one thing Alpha?" Came the call, with a slight mocking tone, from behind us. Kyle looked back over his shoulder. "May I come to the mating ceremony? As her friend?" His face remained composed, but I had known him long enough to read the longing to be accepted by my new life, to be in my life still. I looked up at Kyle, hearing him debate with himself violently. "Can he Alpha, please?" Rachel looked up at her Alpha, her timid plea the decider. "Yes, he can," he smiled down at her, her face glowing in delight. "You may come," he said, addressing Bytlock. "But, you must respect the ceremony and not interfere until the time is right." With that we were all bustled into the car, my hand waving like crazy to Bytlock who watched us go with an excited look plastered across his face. ... "So these are the boots I was dreaming about." I smirked as I was pushed onto the bed, lying back to let Kyle explore my leather encased flesh. "I must admit, these look much better on naked skin than over your jeans." Each word came out more guttural than the last, causing me to giggle and push him away. "Kyle, we have to meet the Elders in 10 minutes. We don't have time for you to explain why you hold that opinion, though I am very intrigued." I winked at him, before pushing myself off the bed, sauntering into the closet, delighted to hear his aroused groan. "Damn Elders, why a meeting?" His grumbling filled the room as he waited for me to change into clothes that didn't stink of fresh Fae. Standing up, I surveyed my reflection. My leather jacket was zipped to mid breast, just showing a hint of the lacy bra I was wearing underneath. The cropped length and low slung skinny jeans meant you could just see the top hints of my underwear while my feet were ensconced in high heeled ankle boots. At my thighs I had slipped on my gun holsters, with my knives held in place on my back. I grinned. It had been awhile since I'd worn such heavily crafted and battle ready attire. I missed it. The only thing dampening my parade was that this time I wore them as a threat, a defence tool, rather than as planned opposition. "Are you sure walking in there fully armed is a good idea?" I walked out of the closet, pulling at my thigh holsters until I was certain they were secure. "Yes, it will stop them from striking outright." Came the gruff reply. "However, I did not say that you needed to arouse every man in the room." I looked up to meet Kyle's glowing eyes, his face a mixture of desire and anger. "I thought you liked my hunting clothes?" I teased, purposely swaying my hips as I walked past him to the door. I hadn't gone far before a possessive hand rested on my ass as he walked beside me. "Yes, hell yes I love them, but I don't want other men seeing you like this." A short growl ripped from his throat as his wolf tried to assert his will over mine. "Maybe this one man thing is just getting a bit boring. You know?" I smirked, knowing that I was baiting him badly. "One kind of sex, over and over again? What kind of girl would say yes to that? Maybe a good older guy is what I need." A warning growl sounded behind me. "I mean, just think of all the men who are going to touch me today?" His body slammed into mine from behind, hand locked in my hair. Still smirking, I hoped that the Elders were happy to wait a little longer. A rough hand yanked down my jeans, my ass grabbed and mauled through the lace panties, my head pinned to the floor. "You slutty minx." Kyle's voice growled with gravel undertones, his lips buried in my hair as he manhandled my body. "I'm going to fuck you and leave you unfinished." I laughed. "So you're going to cum first? How predictable." His growling ripped up a notch as I continued to be defiant in the face of his domination. I felt as my panties were ripped from my body, his fingers delving into the crack of my ass, tracing patterns along my cunt. I moaned as a finger brushed my clit, already wet from my arousal. Hearing my moan, the hand quickly withdrew. I heard the zipper on his jeans. His hand returned to my ass, pulling the left cheek aside, allowing him to thrust his dick into my cunt. With a howl, he began to pummel into me, jerking me across the floor with the power in his thrusts, my face rubbing on the polished wood as he continued to hold me down. I shrieked with delight at his rough treatment of my body. Wanting more, I forced my head to the side so I was able to look up at his towering form. I winked at him. "Is that all you've got?" My eyes dared his as I looked up at him, the arousal and frustration plain to see on his face. Growling down at me, his hand tightened on my head, forcing my face to mush into the floor in a painful way. Grinning a feral smile at me, He pulled his cock from my cunt, drawing a disappointed groan from me. Suddenly, I felt his wet cock pushing at my ass, forcing its way between the tight muscle walls. I swore at the pain. Blinking back tears, I met his dare, pushing back against his length until he was fully seated in my ass. I wasn't an anal virgin, but I'd never had a cock so big so violently rammed in there before. It didn't take long before he was pushing against me, just as I was riding his length, our bodies rocking along the floor, squeaking slightly with sweat. "Submit." The demand was a sexual, male demand that made my body spike with arousal. "Submit." I looked up at the wolf plowing into my body, a powerful, sexual man that my body screamed to submit to, to enjoy his power. Holding his gaze, I let my body relax, my mind opening fully, my head tilting back to expose my neck. However, I couldn't contain my Fae completely. "Woof." We both exploded, his cum filling me as my orgasm had me shaking in a pool of our cum on the floor. ... Tia sat, her profile taught and focused as she watched us approach the Elder's house. Kyle could see her mind calculating escape routes, sensing the number of wolves in the house, how many she would have to take down to get out. Kyle sniggered as he watched her imagine kneeing one the younger wolves in the groin. "What?" Her attention was now fully focused on him, her eyes already accusing. "Nothing, nothing, just didn't think a trained assassin would ever knee a man in the balls, you know?" He laughed as she turned a slight shade of crimson, realizing what he had seen. "Hey, my training was to permanently main and kill. That isn't my intention." Her voice almost sounded petulant as she watched the mirth twinkle in his eyes. "Besides, why can't I use such a ridiculous and effective weakness?" The last was mumbled, more to herself than to Kyle but he sniggered anyway. She rolled her eyes and went back to planning her escape route. Kyle sighed. He wanted to be able to reassure her that an escape route wouldn't be necessary but he knew that the Elders would not be easily pliant to accepting his new mate, despite his claim. These wolves were centuries, millennia old in some cases, and the Fae had been an enemy before any of them were born. He knew Tia was no threat, but they sure as hell wouldn't give him the chance to explain that if they realized what she was too early. There was a very real chance of her having to bolt for it. She could very easily kill anyone in that house who dared attack her, but that wouldn't help the situation. Working for the Fae Ch. 13 ... I fixed my guns for the last time as we stood outside the large oak doors, Kyle discussing our lateness with a member of the staff. Looking down at me, his eyes and mind questioned if I was ready. I nodded. I was not a coward and I wasn't about to become one. Subtly, I pulled my Fae instincts to the surface; I needed to be ready. The large doors swung open with a noise a kin to a sigh. The room we stepped into was much like an old hunting lodge. The walls were a dark timber, with the occasional geometric shape in white paint between them. The floor was wood, but covered in an array of rich carpets and rugs. There was a large fire burning in the far wall, the fireplace lined in a metal coving. It took me a minute before I really focused in the 5 leather chairs and 4 occupants of the room. The men all looked battle worn, their faces and bodies marked in scars wherever you could see flesh. All but one had silver hair that rested on their shoulders in loose waves, the other, dark hair with silvers streaks running through. My mind, almost comically, took in their worn jeans and loose GAP t-shirts adorning their frames. All eyes were fixed on me. "Fae!" Came the collective growl. Well shit. So much for buying a minute or two. I braced for a fight. "Kyle, step away, come to us quickly, you have been duped." All four rose from their chairs in a fluid motion, their predator stances calling to my Fae to attack. This was our area of expertise, dealing with cocky wolves. Kyle stepped between us. "No, Elders please, you must listen she isn't what you think." All four growled in response. I pushed Kyle behind me, wanting to take him out of the way of the fight. I crouched to the floor, hissing at the approaching wolves. Trying not to grin as I saw them make the same mistake every man, regardless of species, always does. Small girl, easy fight. Fuck. Off. However, as much as I wished to take the first strike advantage, I needed it to be clear that I was the one attacked, not these wolves. One of them must be the first to strike. I waited. Finally, the dark haired wolf with the silver streaks sprang at me, shifting to his wolf mid leap. I shifted and turned slightly, ensuring his teeth would not catch my skin, but so his body would still collide with mine. As the wolf tumbled, snapping wildly, into me, I launched from under his weight, driving a quick punch into his windpipe, causing him to pass out momentarily. With a yowl, I launched forward, rolling beneath the form of a bronze wolf as it pounced towards me, punching up into its gut as it flew above me. The third, grey wolf, managed to get a swipe into my side as I rose from my roll, my leather shirt ripping at the bite of the nails. I swung around, managing to get a good grasp on his tail, yanking it back. Using the tail as leverage, I swung the grey wolf into the approaching sand one, both yelping as they collided and went sprawling. Sensing the black one approaching from behind, I sprung up, clinging onto one of the wooden support beams in the room, the wolf's jaw just barely missing my lagging foot. I hissed. Grabbing a knife from my back, I dropped from the bar, knife held to slide along the length of the sand wolf as it rushed me once more. The wound would not kill him, but it took him out of the fight, cutting key nerves. I yowled in victory, daring the circling wolves to attack again. The black and grey attacked together, running at me from different sides. Laughing, I merely side stepped at the last second, watching as the wolves collided at full pelt, hearing bones crack in both bodies. Finally, I turned to the bronze wolf. Only he wasn't where I had thought he was. Suddenly, I felt teeth close round my neck from the side, digging into my flesh, squeezing. I yelled out, kicking him off my body with ease. Damn. It had been awhile since a wolf had got the drop on me like that. Fucking out of practise. Kyle and his stupid 'no permanent damage' rules. I coiled to spring. "WAIT!!" A male voice rang across the room, surprising everyone. Still tracking the bronze wolf, I assessed the new male. A wolf, clearly the Elder of the fifth chair. I hissed. Kyle growled slightly behind me, staying out of the fight as I had requested but letting the newcomer know he was there and ready to fight. "Please, everyone stop!" The male almost broke into a run as he approached us. His eyes were locked on my face. I blinked. The bronze wolf relaxed his stance slightly, but didn't back off. I could sense he was tracking me just as much as I was tracking him. The new elder had dark grey hair that was cropped close to his head with large, circular glasses that suggested more of a librarian than fearsome wolf Elder. I rose slightly as he approached me, turning my body towards him, wary that this was just a trick to win the upper hand. The bronze wolf growled. I hissed in return. "Elijah! Please back off, NOW!" The new Elder, was at the bronze wolf's side now and firmly pushed on his flank to get him to relax. I watched as they held each other's gaze for a second before the bronze wolf, Elijah, chuffed and sat on his haunches. The new Elder turned to look at me, a look of slight shock and bewilderment clear on his bespectacled face. "Abigail?" I blinked. "Abigail, is that really you?" I could hear the question marks in Kyle's thoughts as he came to stand beside me. I stood, frozen in astonishment. "This is Tia, Maxwell. Tia is my mate." Kyle stated this with some pride but the confusion was evident in his voice. "Hush, Kyle." Maxwell stepped forward again. My body tensed. "No, please. I don't wish to hurt you. You are Abigail, aren't you?" I stared, trying to place the man before me. "Maxwell, Sir, her name is Tia. I swear tha-" "How do you know that name?" I asked, my voice slightly shaking. "That name has not been used since my 10th birthday. How do you know it?" I tried to ignore the enquiring, and slightly wounded mental probes from Kyle. "It is you!" Maxwell rushed toward me, arms reaching. I stepped back, hissing slightly. "Who. Are. You?" I asked through bared teeth. To know the original name of a Fae, before her choosing ceremony was a knowledge only those in family or confidence should know. I felt the hurt emanate from Kyle as he heard my thoughts. I knew this secret was hurting him, but I couldn't deal with his wounded feelings right now. "That is not knowledge you should know, elder." I said the last word with emphasis, stressing the title. "Of course you don't know me. How could you, she ran away with you before I knew you existed." The muttered reply only confused me further. "Be clear old man, I do not have patience for your perplexing ramblings." "Abigai-" "Tia." I corrected, uncomfortable at hearing my original name. "Sorry, Tia." Maxwell, looked sad and desperate as he met my gaze. I tensed. "I don't know how to say this, and I know you won't believe me but your mother, Marcella, took you before you were born. I didn't know where. I thought you had died with her." I tapped my foot, impatient with the old man's ramblings. He shook himself slightly. "Tia, I am your Father." Elijah leapt for his throat. Working for the Fae Ch. 14 Hi guys. Next chapter delivered at a faster rate, as promised. Sorry to disappoint but there is no sex in this chapter, thought for once I could work on story a bit more than the usual dirty trysts between our characters. Hope you enjoy! X ***** Well. Ain't life just shit? To be fair, I haven't given life much of a chance to defend itself recently, I've been yelling a bit too loudly. THUD. "Do you really think this is the most productive way to handle this situation?" THUD. "Yes." THUD. "Tia..." THUD. "Now that we've settled that argument, you can fuck off." THUD. 'Sigh.' THUD. "Stop making noise, it's hard to not throw this at you enough." The next knife never reached the wooden target. Maxwell had caught the knife mid throw, handle grasped firmly in his outstretched hand. I wanted to be impressed, but no way was I going to react to this wolf. "Abigail Silver, stop this behaviour right no-" My next knife nicked the side of his ear. "My name is Tia. Abigail Silver died the night my mother did. Not that you would know that, DAD." I laid as much sarcasm into the final word as I could, really throwing every ounce of petulant teenager into it as I could. It had been a long time since I'd channelled teenager. I shivered. Even for an assassin, multi-breed, part mythical character; teenage years suck. "Your mother ran away from me. I only know of you because you were next to her body when we found her. I recognised your scent and learnt your name from how the Fae addressed you." "And what? You didn't think to stick around, to protect the orphaned child? No. You just left me to the vicious, cut throat world of the Fae." THUD. "You already looked pretty Fae to me, Abi- Tia. You should have seen how you crouched over your mother; you wouldn't let me anywhere near her. I couldn't have taken you if I tried. It would have killed you or me." THUD. I huffed. I knew he had a point and my refusal to talk to him was childish but I couldn't help the feeling of abandonment I had. Growing up part Fae made their lifestyle that much harder. It was why I became an assassin. It earnt me the respect of the Fae; without me ever truly needing to be around them. I was the shadow and weapon of the court, not the head jouster. THUD. Maxwell sighed and adjusted his glasses as I continued to ignore him in my petulant manner. Damn. Just his refusal to get pissed off was annoying. How else can this man make me feel like a child? THUD! Turning, Maxwell strode out of the training room. Clearly running into a few curious wolves who had huddled at the door to listen. THUD. I sighed. Again. Maxwell had broken up the fight with the Elders; his blood claim making it impossible for the Elder's to not recognise my mating to Kyle. In just those four words, he had made me a part of the pack forever and forgiven me of my sins, as is pack custom. Of course, Elijah, the bronze wolf, had tried to kill him for absolving me of my numerous wolf victims. Unbeknownst to Kyle, and myself, I had killed his uncle, a key war general. Yet, thanks to my 'father's' (ugh) claim, Elijah had to forgive me my crimes. I had to pin him into submission with both Kyle and Maxwell in the end, for I may have been able to subdue him in strength but only another Elder could make him submit. THUD. Kyle. Damn. The man was not talking to me at the moment. He was hurt to learn that there are parts of me he still didn't know about, that I still kept from him. THUD. Crap. How have I fucked up this badly? Finally given permission to perform the mating ceremony and my mate isn't talking to me. Crap. Crap. Crap. "SHIT!" I dropped the knife, blood running from my palm to my fingertips, dripping to meet the knife were it lay, discarded, on the floor. "Shit, shit, shit. Fuck that hurts." I bit my tongue as I held my palm, the wound flowing blood. God damn it. 'Tia?!' Kyle's concern echoed through the bond. I could feel him rushing to the training room. 'I'm fine. I'm fine.' I grimaced. 'Just... gripping the knife too tightly.' I could feel him sigh through the bond. 'Yes I know, I was listening.' He admitted the last rather sheepishly. I smiled slightly, now who was being the child. He had wanted to know how my father would fair trying to talk to me, but had been to mad at me to come witness in person. So he had snooped. I chuckled, my amusement turning to a hiss of pain as I moved my hand. Looking down, I could see the blood was starting to lessen in quantity, but it was going to need stitches. A large, male hand wrapped around my wrist, a brown haired head bending over my palm to inspect it closely. "If you lick it, will I need a rabies injection?" Kyle looked up at me, an unbidden smirk sliding across his face. "Come on, miss trouble. We need to get the Doc to stitch that for you." Kyle wrapped his arm around my waist to lead me off, sensing I wouldn't respond well to being carried like an infant. I smiled. I was just happy to be near him and have his arm around me, pain included. I hadn't realised quite how much I had become addicted to his presence until I didn't have it anymore. His wolf gave a happy purr in his mind at my thoughts. He sighed. "It's not fair if you play nice with the wolf when I'm mad. It's harder to stay mad at you when he doesn't want me to be." His lips pressed into the top of my head where I had nestled it into his chest. I could feel the smile on his lips, so I decided to appease the wolf a bit more. I sent the wolf an image of me bent on all fours in the forest, begging to be filled and marked as his. "Tia, if you keep that up, we won't make it to the infirmary, let alone the hospital." I giggled but I stopped taunting his wolf. His arm held me securely to his side as we walked through the halls. I could feel contentment resonating through the bond. Our distance was hurting him as much, if not more, than it is me. I didn't want to lose this closeness again. "Kyle, I was born under the name of Abigail Silver. My mother chose the name, one she liked, as is the human way. At the age of 12, I chose my own name. At that point, as far as Fae are concerned, Abigail Silver never existed. My name, my true name, is Tia. That is why I didn't tell you. For nearly fifty years, that name, that little girl, was dead." I had pulled to a stop as I spoke, our bodies close as we stood outside the doors of the infirmary. Kyle's hand pulled my chin up, tilting my face to his. His eyes were warm as they looked down at me. "Well, Abigail Silver, Tia, thank you." He lightly bent to press his lips to mine. "I apologise for my behaviour." I couldn't help but laugh as he bent at the waist, bowing low to the floor in a mock impression of English Aristocracy. "C'mon, you nutter." I chuckled as I slid my arm around his body again. Pushing through the doors, his chuckle echoed mine, the ease in our relationship returned. "My Alpha?" A man in round, gold rimmed spectacles popped up from behind a computer screen. His white coat was buttoned up incorrectly, causing the lapels to gape. A stethoscope hung around his neck, gloves looped around the rubber tubing. His converse laces were undone. "Is there something wrong?" "My mate has cut her hand quite badly, Doc." As if to emphasise his statement, Kyle held my hand a loft, the blood now only oozing. I hissed slightly at the change in altitude. "Ahh okay." Doc stepped forward, automatically reaching for my hand. Kyle growled. "Kyle." I sharply yanked on his arm, forcing the wolf to focus on me. "Doc is just trying to help. Calm down." Kyle growled again. "If you can't behave, go sit in the corner." The Doc gasped as I stood up to the Alpha, even ordering him about. Huffing, Kyle walked off to stand in the corner, his eyes watching me intently. I sighed. "Sorry Doc," I shrugged. "You know how it is. Possessive wolves and all, what's a girl to do?" Doc sniggered, breaking off suddenly as Kyle growled in the corner. "Please, sit down while I stitch that for you." I sat in the proffered chair and watched as the man hustled around me, patting down random pockets for the things he needed. It was a far cry from the clinical, practised Fae clinics. I liked it. "Oh, um, do you need pain medication?" Doc suddenly looked unsure, probably only just realising my heritage might mean I don't react the same as the wolves. "No Doc. Just stitch me up." The man nodded and promptly set to threading my skin back together, his hands steady until Kyle would emit a sudden growl. "If you keep growling and scaring poor Doc, my skin is going to be joined in a grotesque fashion." A only got a slight huff of exasperation in response. Finally, my skin was rejoined, the line smooth and clean. I thanked the Doc before dragging a grumpy werewolf out of the infirmary. His arms wrapped possessively around me as we walked back to our room, his wolf needing to remove the Doc's scent from my skin. Walking the halls of the complex, I could see the signs of the mating ceremony beginning to appear. A wolf here and there would dart down the corridor with flowers, or large quantities of raw meat. I smiled as I saw Rachel and Chloe walk towards us. Non one really knew why, but I adored the little Omega and enjoyed having her around. If she wasn't so content to be Omega and wasn't so shy, I would have promoted her to Beta as fast as I could. Instead, she was the highest ranked Omega possible. I smiled as I saw Chloe give her a patient smile. The others weren't quite so taken to the girl. "Hi Tia, Alpha." "Rachel, Chloe." Kyle nodded at the two women. "How may we help?" Chloe proffered a clipboard towards Kyle. "Sir, we need a final confirmation of the guest list and planned lodgings." Kyle proceeded to leaf through the pages. "Tia, I need you to approve the colour scheme I picked." Rachel's voice sounded close to my ear and at a very quiet pitch. I smiled and looked down at the clipboard, shocked to see beautiful sketches of garments and flower arrangements on the pages. "Did you draw these?" "Yes." The girl glowed with pride. "M'am, the Alpha is not meant to know the style or look of any of your dresses. You must block this knowledge from your bond." I glanced up at Kyle. He nodded, a smile on his face. Smiling, I gave my own nod to Rachel. Coming to her side, I looked in amazement at the collection of gold and maroon and blue garments sketched on the pages. I pointed to the three I preferred, one for each section of the evening. I blushed slightly at the one for the main ceremony. The word dress was a slight over estimation of the quantity of fabric actually involved. In truth, the only thing I changed was for Lotus flowers to be placed around the complex and tables, at random points. Everything else I gave the green light to, pushing Rachel to keep going with her gut. As she wandered off, I looked over to see Kyle still in conversation with Chloe over the particular issue of sitting the Alpha pairs of other packs that would be coming, including his brother. Not knowing who anyone they were discussing actually was, I headed into our rooms. Walking into our closet, I partially closed my mind to Kyle, not enough for him to be aware I had but enough that he wasn't aware of my intentions. Going to the corner of the room, I pulled a lace babydoll from the drawers. Fastening the ribbon over my chest, I bent to secure stockings up my thighs and sliding some crotchless panties into place. Quickly, sensing the conversation coming to an end, I darted into the living room, draping myself on the couch. I lay there quietly as I heard Kyle enter our rooms. "Tia?" His feet padded into our bedroom. "Tia?" His footsteps continued into the kitchen. I tried not to laugh. Was I that bad? If not it bed or the bathroom, I was eating? "Tia? Where are yo-" The question died in his throat as he rounded the corner into the living room, his eyes landing on my body. He groaned as he came to stand beside the couch, staring down at my body with hungry eyes. "Something wrong?" I asked, shifting slightly. He groaned again, almost seeming to fall to his knees beside the couch. His eyes raked my body with lust and desire. His hand slowly reached to rest on my hip, massaging in slight circles. "Why are you doing this to me?" The strain in his voice startled me. I looked at him questioningly. He laughed, a husky deep laugh that made me body tingle. "You don't know?" I shook my head, perplexed. "We can't, can't touch each other in the week before the ceremony. It supposedly makes the seed more potent. Fucking tradition." I could see his eyes starting to glow slightly amber as he stared at my body as I lay draped upon the couch. I sniggered and pushed his hand away, sitting up. He coughed and stood again, readjusting himself as he headed to the kitchen. I couldn't help but snigger slightly at the situation. The faint growl that emanated back from the hall had me scooting into the wardrobe before I riled and tempted his wolf further. Sighing, I slipped on a pair of stretchy pants and a loose shirt, pulling my hair into a hair ponytail. I waited calmly for my arousal to drop before heading into the living room again, just in time to meet Kyle half way with the mugs of coffee in his hands. We both curled up on the couch, me nestled into his side. "So, tell me about this mighty Alpha's who are going to see me fuck the first time I meet them." My snarky tone wasn't lost on Kyle who chuffed slightly in amusement. "Hey, that's how I met most of their mates; it's only fair they can say that about mine." He drew me closer, his light banter forcing a smile to my lips. "This pack, though not the only American pack, is the biggest and strongest. In other words, in terms of how the rest of the world views us, we are the American pack. As such, not only will Alpha's from the American packs be attending but the Alpha's from the big foreign packs as well. The American Alphas will most likely only stay for the ceremony and then return home. The foreigners will stay for a couple of days at least. From the UK there will be a mated Alpha pair: Dennis and Lizzy. There are two European packs: the French, Claude and Juliet, and the Russians, Nikolai and Tatiana. The Arabic pack has a lone male Alpha, Parth. At the moment, there are multiple packs from Asia and Africa that wish to attend but they don't want the others from that region to be there. That is what Chloe is managing at the moment." I nodded against his side, trying to process and remember all the names. "Parth is by far the oldest Alpha that will be attending. He is older than the Elders of most packs, I believe he is closing in on around 3,000 years old now. He is very cunning and wise, making him hard to read and widely mistrusted. Dennis and Lizzy are great fun, I've known Lizzy for most of her life. She was born to the Alpha pair and found her mate Dennis as a human, when he turned he was Alpha. Very erratic." I smiled. At least there would be one person there who would know something similar to my confusion. "Claude is a ladies man, always being told of by Juliet by flirting with too many women. I think it's actually Juliet who runs the pack; she certainly seems more dominant in their relationship. I think you'll like her quite a bit. The Russians, they are a new Alpha pair and I have met neither of the two before, only Chloe has had any contact with them." I nodded, sipping my coffee as I pondered the wide range of people I would have to entertain and host while going through my own dramatic changes. Kyles hand came down to stroke my head, my eyes closing as I enjoyed the caress. "What are you going to do about Maxwell Tia?" I sighed. I knew I couldn't avoid it forever, but I had been hoping for half a century at least. "I don't know." I groaned, my mind once again fixating on the whirlwind of emotions Maxwell caused. "Well, he's standing in the hall." I spun around, gasping to see him standing in the open doorway. Shocked, I automatically lept from the couch to the floor, crouching, ready to attack. Kyle roared with laughter. Maxwell only coughed, covering a laugh I suspect, while I straightened from my crouch. "Please, come in and sit down Sir. I believe Tia left all of her knives downstairs." I turned and whacked Kyle on the arm. "Would you like a drink or something?" Maxwell shook his head as I resettled myself against Kyle's side, circling like a cat. "What do you want?" My voice was abrupt and harsh, partly from my embarrassment and partly from my anger at him. He sighed. "Tia, I want to talk to you. I don't want this animosity between us." "What do you want to talk about then? What is there to talk about?" "Why." I looked at him in askance. "Why your mother ran away with you. Why she was killed. I've had years to figure it out, years to learn about Fae myths and legends. Some I think you'll know others I don't think you do." I sighed, secretly desperate to hear the old man's stories. Kyle out his arm and around me and squeezed. "Okay old man." I nodded. "It's probably best I start with the myth of the beginning. The tale is told in three ways: the wolves' way, the Fae way and the older way." I glanced at Kyle in confusion. The older way? "The stories always agree on one thing; at the beginning there were humans. For the wolves, the story goes that the humans caught a disease or a genetic mutation as we would now call it. This genetic flaw was only passed down through family ties. This mutation caused the humans to change shape, to shift in to the form of a wolf. Over the years, these families with the gene became so powerful that the normal humans feared them, feared them for the murders they had caused. However, the wolves weren't killing the normal humans. The wolves discovered than a species of youthful looking humans with super speed and strength had spread from the dark corners of the Earth, feasting on the normal humans. The wolves, though hated by the humans, fought to protect them from the Fae. A fight still fought to this day." I looked at Kyle, hearing his mother's voice as she told him the exact same story each night before bed. I of course knew the story Maxwell told next to be the actual story. "The Fae understand the beginning to be different. The Fae believe that they have existed for as long as the humans. For the Fae, humans were the children product of an unsuccessful breading couple, a flawed child that had shorter life and limited capabilities. The only way in which they were superior to the Fae was their ability to breed quickly. Soon, there were more humans than Fae, forcing the Fae to separate the humans from themselves, starting the process of screening mating pairs, a procedure I'm sure you're aware of to this day Tia." I nodded in confirmation. This story I already knew. "In the way of the Fae, they saw the humans to not only have less capability physically, but also mentally. Werewolves were born, according to the Fae from the bestial pairings of humans and wild wolves. From these, animalistic unions were the werewolves born. These children of animal and human were abominations that the Fae swore they would rid the land of, causing the beginning of a war that, as we've already outlined, still continues to this day." Kyle growled slightly at the origins of his race in the fae story, the suggestion they were somehow unholy or monstrous. I stroked his arm to sooth him. "Finally, I discovered another version. This I found written in the margins of a Journal, found nearly 2,000 years ago, and already estimated to be 1,000 to 2,000 years old already. The journal contains detailed sketches of land formations that crumbled into the sea before the birth of Jesus, of witch's brews and spells termed common and easy magic. That said, the book remains buried deep in the English packs archives, forgotten and gathering dust, but with no paperwork as to why it has been banished to the furthest depths of our oldest collections. I believe it's all because of the hand scrawled story that lines so many pages. The older version of the beginning." Working for the Fae Ch. 14 I grinned, unwillingly enjoying the tantalising tale of mystery and deceit. As an assassin I had spent most of my life in the shadows, I enjoyed trying to pry other's out of them. "This story begins with three different species, as present and powerful as each other on this planet: The wolfen, the man and the faeries. Each corresponds to the species we have today, but none are the same. The wolfen had one form, that of a large wolf, but had the same level of intelligence as the other two species, able to talk and learn as much as anyone else. The man, the humans, were strong, slower and without what we would deem unusual capabilities, but great minds, almost completely immune from illness and very adaptable. The faeries were small, petite creatures with great speed and filled with magic, magic that was strong enough to lift mountains, to shape the Earth. Even to bind all three species into a magical pact. One day, a wolf fell for a woman, a union that had not been seen before and many thought impossible. The faeries, always curious about the world, thought that a blessing of magic in the two may cause a fruitful union. So the two were joined under the blessing of a full moon, members of every species present and hopeful, the faerie's blessing placed upon them as the union was consummated. Eventually it was announced that the woman had become pregnant. There was much celebration. Eventually two children were born to the couple. However, they were different, unlike anything that had been seen before. One appeared human, and yet as he grew he learnt the ability to turn into the shape of the wolfen. The other was a smaller looking human but also soon displayed powers almost equal to those of the mightiest fae. As both children grew, they grew in strength and power until they outmatched the most powerful of any of the parent species. In the excitement, humans and wolfen and faeries began to form unions and breed without care, expecting their unions to produce such gifted children as those of the original couple, who themselves had experienced changes as a result of the faeries blessing. But, without the magic of the faeries blessing wolfen and human unions, and the wolfen gene being forgotten in the human and faeries unions, the children were not like the original two. Those born to a wolfen and human were not as fast or strong, able to shift form but lacked the power of the son. The children born to the faeries and humans gained less power from the unions, their magic lessened. However, by the time it was realised that these children were weaker than the original species, it was too late. They were now the main part of those who populated the planet. The two original children took charge of each section. The humans separated into their own group, the wolfen under the reign of the son, the faeries under the reign of the girl. Together, they kept the piece, having family of their own who, though less than their parents, were stronger than the rest of their species. Eventually, on their death, nothing existed of the old powerful races, only long grown animosity that blamed the other group for the weakening of their bloodlines. A war commenced and the story was lost." Kyle slurped his drink, making me jump in fright, engrossed as I was in my father's story. He sniggered slightly. "It is said," my father continued, "that all Alpha's are descendants of that first wolfen leader and all royal fae descendants of the first Queen. In other words, all Alphas and Royals have a mixture of all three species in their blood, if they are born into that line." Kyle was enjoying the story, but I could hear his confusion over how this tale was relevant to why I had been abandoned as a child, and why my mother had absconded with me. "Tia, your mother was a member of the Fae Royal bloodline. She had renounced her claim to the line in her early life, preferring to live away from the politics of the Queen's court. It was while she was away that I met her. I felt the mate bond pull me to your mother as soon as I laid eyes on her. I didn't care she was Fae, and she didn't care I was wolf, we were drawn to each other. It was impossible! We all knew the facts: Fae and Wolf couldn't mate. Yet here we were head over heels for each other. Yet, unbeknownst to your mother was that the Fae court was aware of the older version of the beginning and they had their own theories as to why your mother and I were mated." I leant forward, intrigued by the tale. "You see, the Fae rationalize that the success of that first union was because all three species were present. The love of the couple was blessed by the faerie as were their children. The story focuses on the children, but the Fae reckon that if a child of the wolfen leader and a child of the faerie Queen were to meet, a bond would be possible because they would have a part of each species, however small. However, it wasn't perfect. Your mother's Fae, as present as my wolf, much to my shock, hated the pull she felt and the control she felt the bond held over her. The mate bond wasn't easy. I started to damage both of our mental states, your mother deteriorating much faster than me. Within a month, she had gone, fleeing in the night. I searched for her for years, my wolf devastated at the loss of its mate. I left the pack to Kyle's father, the mating bond more important than my pack. I tried, I tried so hard but she had vanished. Then, on her last night, the bond opened once more. I felt her fear, but she sent me her love, her sorrow at having to leave me the way she had and also the promise that she had not left me without something of her to love. I, of course, just ran to her. But, as you know, I was too late. By the time I got there she was too far gone to save, your tiny little body leant over her, protecting her from the evil in the world." I looked at my father's eyes, his staring into the distance. "She would have been so proud of you on that night. I stood I shock as I saw. You smelt like a mixture of me and her. I couldn't believe it, my own daughter. Before I could go to you, the Fae turned up, people you knew coming forward to carry you away. People who carried a bloodied knife on their backs where you couldn't see. It pained me to let them take you away, but I didn't realise the danger at the time. As soon as you were gone, I rushed to your mother. I couldn't save her, but I held her as she slipped from this world, Tia. She wasn't alone when she died." I saw a tear streak down Maxwell's face as he remembered my mother's death. Unable to stop myself, I slid off the couch going over to embrace my father, comforting him. I couldn't imagine losing Kyle in such a way; I didn't want to have to ever know the pain my father felt. Coughing, slightly awkward, I went to sit at the floor by Kyle's feet. "Hold on." Kyle suddenly shifted in his seat. "If you are suggesting that the older version is true, which I believe you are, and that the Fae think there is truth to it as well, do we need to worry about the ceremony?" I looked at Kyle perplexed. Why would the story affect the ceremony? "I fear we may need extra security." My father nodded. "The Fae seem to have a great interest in genetics and the story. I don't think there screening is to stop human deformations in Fae children, but rather to screen how much wolf DNA each child is born with." My head flitted between them both, too distracted by the tale of my mother's death to really catch on to what they meant. Kyle laughed as he noticed my confusion. "My dear, if every Alpha has a bit of fae in them and every royal fae has a bit of wolf in them, and that's what makes them more powerful, imagine how powerful your heritage must be making you already." I looked at him mouth agape. "Do you really think the Queen, if she believes the stories, will allow you to unlock the wolf potential? Even the stories don't describe such a strong genetic composition; you don't just have magic blessing but actual Fae DNA." I shook my head in denial. Kyle turned to my father. "Tia has a friend, Bytlock, a Fae, coming to the ceremony. Let's invite him here early and see what he knows. It can't hurt." My father nodded, heading out to organise the pack and convene with the other elders. I stared up at my mate, confusion and fear on my face. If the Fae were planning to attack this pack, I didn't know if there was a chance of defeating them. I feared for my new family. A slight sob escaped my mouth as I looked up at the man I couldn't live without and imagined this life, this love, crumbling around me. Finally, I let out the tears I hadn't shed since my mother's death 50 years ago as my mate carried me to our bed, murmuring sweet nothings in my ear until I drifted into a deep sleep. ***** Bytlock paused, his breath gushing from his lungs. He listened for the sounds of his pursuers, desperately trying to pinpoint how close they were behind him. If they were still following him, he would have to make another pass by Tia's compound before heading in. He couldn't lead them to her, not now, not before he could warn her. Not before he could get the little Omega out of there. He couldn't hear the men behind him. He stood from his crouch, brushing off the dirt on his suit, inspecting the trousers for any tears that his flight across the countryside may have caused. He had never run through 3 states in suit trousers before and was surprised at how well they had lasted. Making the last mile into a 3 minute jog, Bytlock calm to a standstill on the steps up to the front door of the compound. He could smell the large volume of wolves here, even picking out the delightful Orchid scent that drew him to the petite Omega, Rachel. He sighed. He knew they were about to mob him and it would be a while before he saw that face again and- He shook himself. The Omega can wait. He had to warn Tia.