Bound (A Faery Story 1)

They were, Meg acknowledged. The other women were all

blondes. They looked like something out of a Swedish high fashion

magazine. Meg knew she was a little overweight. She carried around

an extra five or ten pounds that never seemed to go away. She was an

overblown hourglass in a world where svelte was worshipped.

Beck frowned. It did nothing to mar the perfection of his face.

“Are you cruel, then, love? Funny, I wouldn’t have thought that of

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you. It’s mean to point out their flaws. They can’t help that they don’t

get enough to eat. Why do you think they’re here selling themselves?”

“You don’t want her, Your Highness,” a soft voice said. Meg

looked over to see the blonde nearest her staring at Beck. “She is

vicious. She yells at the little ones and is cruel to them. You cannot

mean to make her yours. I would be thrilled to belong to you.”

Meg rolled her eyes, the gesture obviously not lost on Beck. He

shook his head and looked slightly disappointed in her. Meg was

surprised to discover she didn’t like him looking at her that way.

He walked over to the young, waifish blonde. “She is not from

this plane. She is frightened. Allowances must be made. I hope you all

find kind mates today. I hope your masters value you all for the

precious gift you give them, but I must find a bondmate.”

Beck gave Rhys a hand gesture that sent the smaller man into

action. Within seconds, drapes were drawn, and Meg found herself in

a private room with only Beck inside. The sunlight poured in through

a hole in the top of the elaborate tent that seemed to function as some

sort of skylight. Now that they were alone, it felt like a spotlight. She

was painfully aware of her unclothed state. She could feel her nipples

puckering under his steely gaze.

“It is not kind to flaunt your beauty to less fortunate women. I will