Alpha's Forbidden Dark Fae Mate

Chapter 6

When Ty'an finally made her way back to the barn, she brushed Silver down until he shined, spending a few extra minutes with him simply enjoying the horses company and thinking about the morning's events. She had dropped the topic with Dominic, recognizing that pack business was none of her concern.

"Ty'an, there you are. Your a hard woman to track down," a sly male voice came from the shadows.

She knew that voice only to well. She had grown up having to listen to his taunting. Her brother Sly was 5 years older than her and he was the typical tall, beautiful fae male type. Dark hair, green eyes and power that flowed off of him in waves. He had been the star attraction for any female within a 50-mile radius when he came of age. He never failed to point out exactly how different Ty'an was from the rest of their family.

"What do you want, Sly?" she said with a sigh.

Pushing away from the barn wall, Sly walked to Silver's head. He hugged the horse, taking a deep breath.

"Your horses are always so calming. I can see why you would prefer their company to that of the court," releasing the horse, he patted his neck and turned to face her,"alas, your presence is requested by the queen."

"Why?" She asked irritably.

"That I am unsure of. I may be close to the queen, but she does not confide in me in all things," Sly replied, turning and walking toward the open barn door, "but I wouldn't linger, sweet sister. She does not like being kept waiting."

Sighing Ty'an watched as her brother turned the corner and disappeared. With a sigh she put Silver away and left the barn. She needed to shower and change into something suited for a court appearance.

Ty'an chose a light blue floor length skirt with her leather bodice overtop. She chose knee-high heeled boots over her normal combat boots. Curling her hair up in a braided bun, she applied a light layer of makeup and a light blue pendant necklace to match the skirt. Placing several rings on each hand. She wore knife sheaths on each thigh. They were the only weapons she would be able to slip past the guards to the inner court with.

She heard the front door of the apartment open and close while she was zipping up her boots. Hearing Dominic's familiar footsteps approaching the bedroom.

"Wow, you look amazing. What's the occasion?" he asked as he entered the bedroom, placing a hand on her hip and kissing her cheek before stripping out of his sweaty shirt.

"I've been summoned by the queen, Sly came to see me after I got back from my ride this morning." she told him.

Dominic stopped short, suddenly on alert.

"That can't be good. What do you think it's about?" he asked, apprehension evident in his voice.

"I can take a few guesses, but I'm honestly not sure. I don't know how long I'll be gone either. Sly wasn't very forthcoming." Ty'an crossed her arms facing him and took a deep breath. "Whatever it is, I'll handle it."

Dominic came to her, wrapping her in his strong arms, kissing the top of her head and resting against her. They stood like that for several seconds just breathing each other in.

"I love you Ty'an. Just please be careful. I can't help you there, I won't be able to get to you. Please just make sure you come back to me," he pleaded.

"I love you too. I will, I'll handle it whatever it is, and come home to you," She promised.

There was no mistaking Queens territory. Ty'an was calm and alert as she walked through the looming wrought iron gates. The grounds to the mansion were stunning; rose gardens, fountains. It was like walking into another world.

She was stopped short by a heavily armed guard as she neared the stairway leading to the main doors.

"Weapons," he said in a brisk, rude tone, throwing his hand out toward her.

Raising her arms and twirling in a dainty circle, she replied, "I am unarmed. I mean no harm to the queen or her court. I am an invited guest."

"Name," he said in the same tone, dropping his hand to his sword handle and resting it there. He eyed her wearily.

"Ty'an Emrosa." she replied.

The guard snapped to alert upon hearing her name.

"You have my apologies, my lady. I meant no offense." his entire demeanor changed from brisk and weary to nervous and admiration. "Please, my lady, you are most welcome here." he bowed and waved his hand toward the front door, inviting her to pass.

"Thank you." she nodded in acknowledgment and stepped forward. Pausing just before pushing the giant ornate wood door open, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath and stood up straight and tall.

This was where she was herself, someone otherworldly. The truth of her power could never be seen outside this mansion. Stepping through the door, she felt her power rush through her. The darkness was dwelling inside her and surrounding her like a layer of armor. She didn't have to look in a mirror to know her eyes had turned black with its manifestation.

It took her a moment to adjust, her teeth had elongated with the surge of power. She was alert to everything, ever tick, ever tock, every mouse scurrying along the floor, every whisper and word spoken throughout the building. She had a love-hate relationship with her power. She loved who she was, she loved the predatory rush it gave her. But she hated how overwhelming it always was. Because she wasn't allowed to let it manifest anywhere but inside those walls.

"Hello, little sister," her brother appeared at the top of the staircase, descending toward her.

"Sly," she acknowledged him, holding her head high. Attempting not to let him see how overwhelmed she was by her powers. If either he or the queen realized how much her power drove her to crave violence and bloodshed, they would lock her in a box and throw away the key.

She stood her ground as he approached her, circling her like she was prey and he was the predator. When he stopped in front of her smiling down at her with that sly smile, she snapped her teeth at him in warning.

With a low chuckle, he took a step back from her, giving her space.

"How's your power high little sister? Are you ready to see your queen?" he asked, unphased by her glaring at him with pure annoyance.

"I"m fine, where is she?" grinding her teeth and cracking her neck. She wanted to get this over with so she could get out of here and put her powers back in their bottle where they belong.

"This way," Sly replied, turning and leading her through one of the side doors to a beautifully adorned sitting room.

The queen was sitting in a chair by the window, book in hand lost in its pages. Sly went to stand behind her, placing a hand affectionately on her shoulder. Leaning down to whisper in her ear and kiss her cheek before standing and leaning on the wall behind him, silently staring at his sister.

"Ty'an, thank you for coming." the queen acknowledged her as she placed a marker in between two pages, closing her book and setting it on her lap. Looking up. "I have a task for you. But I fear you won't be up for it. It requires your special touch, your desire for bloodshed."