The Faery Queen

‘We have to run’

The man looked desperately at the young woman beside him,

‘I’m so sorry’

She looked at him, strangely calm in light of their predicament, outside of the building they were hiding in she could hear the sound of loud growling and men searching for them.

‘Go, run and keep running, don’t ever look back’

She told him gently,

‘I cannot leave you like this’

He looked pointedly at her hugely extended stomach, the child within so precious.

‘You can and will.They will not hurt her and when she is grown you can return for her’

She flinched as another contraction hit her, they were coming close together now but she had not told the young man looking at her with such sadness in his beautiful unusual eyes.

‘Please go Carrick, there is nothing you can do and if they catch you they will kill you.’

Her gaze softened, he was so young to have all this responsibility thrust upon him, it should not have fallen on his shoulders yet he had faced it like the man he would one day become.

‘Find Atalanta she will protect you until the time is right. Go now’

He took her hand and kissed it gently,

‘I am so sorry my Queen’

He hesitated then with one last sad look he took off and she lay back against the wall, they would not chase him when they found what they were hunting for. A soft moan escaped her lips and she began to bear down, her daughter was not prepared to wait before she entered this world.

‘They will not hurt you my child but you will face many ordeals. You are so special, you will be strong. The Light is with you. I hope one day you will find it in your heart to forgive us’

The pains tore through her delicate body as the baby fought its way into the harsh unforgiving world. Somehow against the odds the Queen birthed her daughter and holding her tightly for a few brief minutes the Light intensified around the pair as it was passed from Mother to Daughter,

‘I love you my Daughter, may the Goddess protect you’

She wrapped her in the soft fur she had been wearing across her shoulders and laid her on the floor beside her,

‘Forgive me baby girl but I cannot stay with you’

The Queen whispered kissing the downy head of her first born child and the dim light in her eyes faded as she breathed her last.

‘Over here’

The two soldiers stood back and watched the tall darkly handsome man stride into the clearing,

‘Fuck, looks like we are to late’

He snarled clenching his fists as he gazed at the dead woman baring his fangs he lifted his head and scented the air around her, she was dead there was no mistaking that smell. He forced his Wolf back down,

‘It is no use Satan, the bitch is dead, we can do no more’

He nudged her with the toe of his boot then froze when he heard the soft mewing sound coming from the fur covering her body. Moving closer he moved her arm and a dark grin spread across his face.

‘It would seem that fate is on our side gentlemen ’

He bent down and picked the newborn infant up and walked back to his men,

‘We have what we were looking for, tell the others to return to the Pack House’

Sitting in the huge black limousine cradling the tiny baby the man placed his finger into her hand,

‘Hello little Princess, you do not know me yet but time is on my side. I am your Mate, not the one the Goddess ordained for you No, I feel nothing for you, the Mate bond is not there. It is unfortunate but not a problem I will force mate you when you are old enough. You have no say in the matter and will obey me little Faerie because I want your crown and I will take it right after I take you’

He laughed evilly and his driver shuddered

‘That poor baby girl did not know what hell her future was going to be’

He thought to himself watching the maniac gleam in his Alpha’s eyes. The car drew up at the Pack house and he got out and handed the baby to a servant,

‘Give it to the wet nurse. Make sure it is fed well and cared for. I want a weekly report, if it requires anything you come to me first.’

The servant rushed the silent baby down to the small huts where they lived and rushed through the door to his wife.

‘Take it and feed it quickly. It must thrive or we will lose out heads’

The female held out her arms and cradled the baby girl to her chest, offering it the breast full of milk and sighing softly when it latched on and drank hungrily. Gazing at the pretty face she felt the emptiness in her heal as her own baby had lived for barely an hour after its birth because it had been born imperfect. The Obstetrician had said it might grow out of its problems as it got older but the Alpha had been furious. Such deformities was a slight on his prowess as the Alpha if one of his Pack wasn’t perfect, Werewolves are meant to be powerful and handsome, if male or slender and beautiful if female, imperfections were never tolerated by him. When he heard of the baby that shamed his Pack he had gone straight to their home and ripped the newborn from its Mothers arms,

‘Try again bitch, you will come into heat immediately’

[The female Werewolf will go straight into Heat again if she loses her cub and she is very fertile. Werewolves do not breed as often as humans, and every cub is precious]

Turning to her husband he snarled angrily,

‘This bitch had better be pregnant again with a perfect child by the end of the month or my Guards will do the job for you’

Then he calmly snapped the screaming baby’s neck and tossed it to his Beta,

’Dispose of this abomination

The next morning the Alpha returned to the servants home and told the women that she was going to make herself useful to him by becoming the wet nurse to his mate who was about to be born. He grabbed her by the throat and pinned her to the wall ripping open the front of her dress.

‘You have plenty of milk’

He sneered pinching her nipple and tugging on it so her milk squirted out down the front of her torn dress,

‘Might as well make good use of it’

She whimpered in pain when he cuffed her and tossed her onto the sofa beside her husband,

‘Do well bitch and you will be rewarded. If you fail me I will kill you and your husband.’

The couple cowered away bowing their heads in submission as the Alpha turned on his heel and strode out to his car then returned carrying a tiny baby and watched as it immediately attached to her breasts and suckled. His eyes grew dark and he nodded,

‘Grow little Princess, grow quickly I am not a patient man’