Braelynn
UNEDITED YET
She'd been there long enough to forget what she looked life. A beautiful fae locked away for gods knew how long. Bounded like an animal. Weeping did her no good 'cause no one could hear her, nor would any that was in the depths of Tech Duinn care for her wailing.
Her mouth was bound so her wails would only end up entrapped by the iron that covered the entirety of her mouth.
Her elf-like ears prickled at the sounds of growling nearby, it was getting even louder by the second meaning whatever it was gaining closer to her cell.
Sounds of footsteps followed the growling until it finally landed at her cell. Her magenta eyes rose at the new presence.
Arawn stood by with a huge white beast by his side. The beast had elf-like ears that had blood red tips like it's eyes that it's entirety was completely red. It had black markings curling from the line of its almond eyes to the start of it's ear.
There was a marking circular marking with curled edges making up it's circular shape eteched on it's chest.
But it was neither the familiar beast of Arawn that made her swallow a thick bile of saliva made her heart thud loudly.
It was her. The woman by Arawn, the goddess that haunted the faerie then Arawn ever did. The woman that sent fear to the very bones of the little faerie in chains.
This woman was beautiful --- With full maroon hair that was styled a side part from it's roots and the length of her thighs. Her full hair that was somewhat curly yet not curly enough to be defined as unruly almost breached her forehead with how full it was.
Her jaw was V shaped with her maroon hair flushed down it. Her very olive skin that gleamed with a kind of gold hue contrasted beautifully with the waist tight red colored overall she was wearing. The bodice of the overall was tighter around her waist displaying her figure perfectly, her attire was neck top with a slit in the middle to display a little of her pretty olive skin.
The clothing had a thin fabric from the hem of her sleeves curled around her middle fingers.
Her brown eyebrows with maroon highlights were thick and carved perfectly. Short curly eyelashes that were brown like her eyebrows and similar maroon highlights. Her eyes were the brightest and unnatural of amethyst eyes there was.
Her bow-like plump small lips were bright crimson red.
She had elf-like ears sticking out of her lustrous hair. Her ears had a small weaved skin on the tip of it
The little faerie attempted to release a growl at the sight of the familiar woman but alas the iron bounded her mouth.
The faerie began struggling in her confinements, obviously beyond irked by the woman's presence.
The woman's small lips curled up into a sneer.
"Dia duit a iníon."
(Hello daughter mine)
Braelynn walked into the house after a run round Meadow reach. Afriel was in the kitchen, as she jogged up the stairs.
The fae Queen was unsure how to coordinate the thoughts battling inside her mind. It had never been a problem before, her life had taught her how to strategize better than every one there was. Her thoughts were always calculating, strategic, and helped her excel in whatever she did.
It was how she'd been trained. Now here she was, confused and as much as it would be unreal to associate the word with her, stupefied. She actually tried the human method to collect her thoughts and went for a run but still her thoughts were at war.
She'd prepared for the moment she'd meet her soulmate for long. Ever since she was told she had one. Soulmates were rare, almost a myth in the kind of world she had to grow up in. But then a greek woman paid her a visit, normally she'd tell the bitch to go fuck herself but she had news that interested her.
Why did she come all the way to inform her of having something that had been a myth for long? Something history and centuries had turned into a horror stories? By the gods Braelynn didn't know, but she did know that she had to find this soulmate, this thing that would strengthen her, that was what it was in the beginning. Strength.
But as centuries went on, and she felt the yearn from the depths of her soul she realized that she wanted a true soulmate. Something that she'd be damned didn't exist where she was born, but she had it.
The problem now? The bitch hadn't informed her there was two of them. Fate was a bitch, and but that particular greek was even bigger bitch but by the the gods the other one was a Anwnn beast.
Something that was breed from Anwnn, from the depths of it — Tech Duinn.
She opened the door to her bedroom and stepped in. Halting at the sight of Stiles and Legacy.
They both snapped their neck at her, and she rose an eyebrow at them.
They looked at her for a minute or so before she finally scoffed and asked. "Why are you two in my room?"
Legacy's timid voice answered. "We thought you were in, we were bored."
Braelynn disconnected the earpiece from her phone and casually dropped it on the table nearby.
"In my kingdom, once you disobey my direct order, you get whipped, or your head gets chopped off." Braelynn said. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from my room?"
Legacy fiddled with his fingers, Stiles answered with another question. "Who's the hunk?"
Braelynn stiffened for a split second, before answering. "The one that fucked you in the ear."
Stiles harrumphed, whilst Legacy gasped. "My papa says you shouldn't use such bad words!"
Braelynn rolled her eyes. "You're 17, when I was your age I cussed like a bloody sailor,"
"I'm 15." Legacy corrected.
Braelynn stood before then and crossed her arms around her chest. "And I couldn't care less, both of you, out." Ordered Braelynn.
Stiles jumped on the bed. "How did you get hurt." Stiles asked, referring to the bandaged up wound that the sports bra Braelynn was wearing showed off.
"How are such a little punk?" Braelynn rebuked.
"Why do you always answer our questions with insults?" Legacy injected.
"It's with hopes that you'd bugger off, but I think I might have to start using physical force." Legacy's eyes widened at the statement.
"Who's this person?" Stiles asked again.
Braelynn's eyes narrowed at the young hound shifter that laid unconscious at the edge of her bed nearest to the wall.
He was beautiful, the tiny voice in Braelynn's head chimed. He had the palest of skins Braelynn had seen a life man. His hair was summer blonde, full and straight down to his chest. His side parted straight long hair was flushed down his diamond shaped face. His skin was so pale that they there were visible beet red blush on his full cheeks.
Unlike Sebastian that had more sharper features, his were more feminine yet exuded the aura of a sexy male. His eyelashes were thick black like his thick eyebrows, long but not curly. Braelynn's eyes narrowed down at his lips, they were full, plump, and stuck out like a pout.
Cute, Braelynn found it.
He had a black design on his face, the tattoo were weaved line, along the forehead of the side of his face to his left side jaw.
Braelynn wanted to trail her fingers on his skin, they looked like snow flakes, if she dug her finger just too hard would it peirce his skin? If she held him too hard would it leave an imprint?
All of a sudden lust pooled over Braelynn. Heat ignited in her core, and she found herself already leaking from her pussy. Her heart was pounding, her skin crawled with the need to reach out and examine every line, and curve of his body.
She was in need, and the heat in her pussy sent anger rocketing through her. What was this? She wasn't a child, she looked way younger than her age told, some would say no more than a 19 year old but she wasn't, she was fucking centuries years old, as old as Cain and Abel themselves.
Why was she feeling like a teenager with raging hormones? She'd always been damned good at controlling her emotions, whether lust or anger. Now she wasn't even really sure what she was feeling.
"He looks so innocent." Legacy chimed.
Braelynn's jaw ticked, trying to keep the unwanted thoughts and foreign emotions in check.
"His kind could easily chew you up and spit you out while bathing in the rain that would be you blood."
Legacy froze at the comment. Stiles grabbed his brother.
"Let's go Legacy, you really don't know how to associate with kids."
Braelynn gave Stiles a droll stare. "Young one, why would I associate with the little devils of the world?"
Stiles shook his head, leading his brother out of the room.
Braelynn took a breath before heading out when—
"Maité."
The deep raspy voice sent fire through Braelynn's body. Her eyes turned back to her bed.
His eyes were open. A deep shade of fiery red burned right at Braelynn.
A sinister smile made it's way up Braelynn's face.
"Hello, love, you're finally awake," They shared a split moment with their eyes before Braelynn zoomed towards him an caught his jaw in her hand.
"Why don't you explain to me what the fuck your kind is doing in this realm, beast?" Her eyes were glowing magenta.
Malice and lust danced brightly in them.
"I... I" He seemed short of words. All he did was stare into her eyes with so much emotion it made Braelynn itch.
She couldn't stop it, her hand retracted from him. She wanted to hurt the beast for she didn't want his presence, he was causing havoc within her.
She hadn't waited century for this, not for this creature. Not this one. She couldn't, it couldn't be.
"You what creature? Do you speak the common language?" She hissed but he didn't reply.
His eyes only searched hers, looking at them as if searching for some hidden treasure in them. It not only made Braelynn not only self conscious but irritated.
"Inis dom beithíoch an labhraíonn tú an teanga choiteann?" She repeated this time in the language she knew they both would understand.
(Tell me beast do you speak the common language)
"I—I do" Shivers bounced all over Braelynn at his voice.
She closed her eyes and sucked in a breathed. The beast was turning her inside into mush.
"Good, then you could tell me how you got into this realm," Braelynn quipped as her eyes opened.
The beast swallowed and shook his head. That seemed to piss Braelynn off as she edged closer to him with a scowl.
"Why not?" She asked with anger stirring alongside lust and another alien emotion within her.
"I...I" His every word seemed to have an accent in it. Braelynn did as well but it wasn't a thick one, honestly it was barely even there, and as Braelynn thought of it, his was not really audible.
"What do they call you beast?" She knelt on the grounds near to the bed.
As he slowly sat up his hair fell to his face. Braelynn released a breath, her arousal was probably dripping on her panties and she hated it.
He wasn't in clothing. The duvet covered his lower half but his upper half was bare. Showing off his hard muscles, that were his abs.
As he gripped the duvet his pectoral muscles contracted alongside his well defined muscles.
This male definitely wasn't a buff one, but he was definitely a sight to enjoy.
"I forget your kind don't get names." Braelynn's voice was hoarse, and barely anymore than a breath.
"M--Mactíre."
"The wolf that is the son of the land," The male seemed to brighten at Braelynn's statement.
"Y-You know?" He asked.
Braelynn's expression contorted from a scowl to a blankly sinister one.
"Maité?" Mactíre was confused.
He wasn't aware of the blood flowing down his nostril.
"Mactíre, would you like to explain how exactly we're soulmates, when my true soulmate fucking ran away from?" This time her voice had a certain density to it.
She was beyond livid.
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Google Translate can be shitty sometimes so sorry if something is off with the Irish translation.
I wanted this chapter to be both Braelynn's and Sebastian's as usual but I wasn't feeling Seb in this chapter. Anyways I hope you enjoy our first convo with Mactíre and Braelynn, I have so much plans for him.
I expected to leave a more nerve racking cliff hanger but I guess I'm not very good with one and this chapter didn't really need one.
See you guys in the next chap!