Red:The Alpha's Queen

PROLOGUE Third Person’s POV 23 years ago The crunch of dry autumn leaves sounded under Uileam's feet, breaking through the silence of the forest. Not even an owl's hoot nor the chirp of a cricket or the flap of a bat's wings could be heard through the expanse of the dark forest. It was like the world was aware of the evening's events, the blood that still stained his hands and boots. The babe's sigh broke the chain of his thoughts, and had him staring at the little bundle in his arms. It squirmed, and Uileam tensed, waiting for it to wake. It did not, instead burrowing in the warmth of his cloak. Relief flooded him, and his shoulders dropped. A wailing child was the last thing he needed, and so were the trouble it would attract. Plus, he was already drained, and wasn't in the mood for another fight. He didn’t want to admit it, but the child’s parents hadn’t made killing them easy. If he was being honest with himself, he wouldn’t have won the fight if his enemies hadn’t been worn out by the child birth. Uileam made it out of the forest, and with his sharp gaze, he made out the cottage in the far distance. He followed the path he had taken so many times, he could have traced it without his night vision. He considered shifting to his wolf, but then he remembered the little breathing bundle in his arms. He cursed in the night air. He had no option but to rely on his super-fast human reflexes, although he would have been fastest in wolf form. He wondered what his mistress was up to this time. Uileam and his mistress had plans only that this time, his mistress hadn't let him know what she wanted with the child, and how the babe would help them assist in their goals. He frowned at the fact that his mistress had left him in the dark, since she already knew it irked him being kept there. He hushed his thoughts and blocked the second doubtful ones that were slowly creeping in his mind. His mistress had never failed him, and she wouldn't be doing it any time soon. All he had to do was trust her, like he always had. With that decision, he quickened his steps. The night air was chill now that he was in the clearing, and Uileam wrapped his thick arms around the child, making sure it wouldn't catch cold. His mistress wouldn’t be pleased if the child was ill on the very first day. He didn’t want to fail her, knowing how important this task was to her. A few minutes later, he was at the cottage, and with three raps on the door, it swung open. Inside, it was warm, and the hearth had been lit. Uileam wasted no time, lowering himself to one knee, head bowed, and offered the child like an offering to his mistress. "Mistress, I have completed the task." He said, his voice gruff and deep. He stayed in position, awaiting her approval. He heard the swishing of cloth against the hard board floor, and then the child was picked from his hands. "Perfect, Uileam. Now, rise." He did as he was instructed, and watched as the mistress clutched the child in her arms, a look of satisfaction on her face. Uileam felt proud of himself, pleased that he had done right by his mistress. "Did you check the child? Is it female?" His mistress inquired, cradling the baby against her bosom. She made soft cooing sounds, her pink luscious lips puckering cutely. "Yes." He replied voice husky as he longingly stared at his mistress’ lips. Despite his burning stare, she didn’t seem to notice. His eyes lowered, visibly checking her out. Unlike the previous times he had found her adorned in beautiful lush dresses that complimented her curves, this time, a velvet blue robe is all that covered her. "Excellent.” He heard her say. “Now rest, Uileam. I managed to make you some quail and wild rabbit." The mistress told him, pointing to the dinner she had already made for him. "I do still need you spick and span and in perfectly top shape." Her voice held teasing and amusement. He adored her. "Thank you, mistress." Uileam showed his gratitude as he sat at the table, and began devouring the meal she had made him. Just then, the child awoke, and with a whimper, she let out a loud cry, enough to startle Uileam from his meal. "Oh hush, my little one. Grandma's gonna get you what to eat. Now, hush, don't you cry." The mistress gently cooed as she cradled the child, even though it didn't cease its loud wails. Uileam watched as his mistress made a bottle for it, before placing it to the child's lips. Instantly, the child's cries stopped. For some reason, Uileam couldn’t still figure out why his mistress was so hell bent on raising the child. What was so special about the baby? "Mistress, why did you have me bring the child and slay its parents?" Uileam blurted out before he could control his mouth. Immediately, regret filled him, but his mistress merely chuckled as she turned her emerald gaze on him. "It took you so long to ask.” She smiled, bemused. “I know you don't like being left in the dark." She laughed at his pout before she continued. “This child, is the armor in the battle, the one to bring us victory. She’s the greatest weapon and a formidable force. With the right training and her on our side, she’ll be unstoppable. " "But, I don't understand mistress." Uileam said, perplexed. “How do you know all this?” The mistress heaved out a sigh, seeming tired as she balanced the child in her arms. "Of course not. You don't. Have you heard of the prophecy?" Before she could say anything else to him, she started to chart a spell over the child. Her eyes glowed, and the air in the little cottage room changed as it stank with a strong magic. The walls vibrated with the magic's power as it flowed through them. The light from the candles dimmed as the power reached its peak, and then suddenly, everything was normal again. "I just bound the child's powers. We'll need her without them." The mistress explained before Uileam could ask any questions. Then turning to him, she elaborated the plan to him, and at the end of her telling, he gazed at her, his expression filled with awe. Truly, she was a genius. The mistress turned her gaze to the child, eyes tracing her sleeping form. With a triumphant smile, she placed the babe in the crib, before turning and gazing out the window. Strutting to the corner that was illuminated the most, she smirked seductively at Uileam. Deftly and agonizingly slow, she peeled off the robe she wore, letting it fall to the floor of the cottage. Underneath, she was wrapped in dark red lingerie. She heard a grunt behind her, and smiled knowingly. She knew Uileam wouldn't finish his meal any longer, because she was semi-naked. She could feel his eyes hungrily roaming her body. There was a scrapping sound as Uileam rose from the table, pushing it away. It was followed by a scuffle as he peeled himself from his clothes and soon, his mistress felt the warmth of his chest at her back. With his large palms, he pulled her bra straps down, exposing her breasts as he cupped them and then sunk his face in her neck. The mistress arched as she gave him more room. She could feel his erection poking her backside. "Make love to me, Uileam." She breathed. "Yes, mistress." He replied with no hesitation whatsoever. And following her commands, Uileam turned his mistress, lifted her and carried her to the privacy of their room. After stripping her of the lingerie, he fulfilled her desires as a man did for his woman. "Tomorrow," she breathed, panting as she lovingly cradled his face. "Tomorrow we plan our revenge. But now, we celebrate." Uileam could only nod. For hours, they celebrated and later, when she lay beside her sleeping lover, she looked out the window once again, at the world that lay out there. It was time for revenge, and she had waited for so long. She would have it, no matter the cost. The world wouldn’t know what would hit it, until it was too late. She smiled, well knowing she was going to win.