Frost Fae (Dark Fae Kings #2) - Meg Xuemei X Page 0,37

over the racy dancers, who instantly stopped propelling their asses toward their king. The two topless Fae bimbos who had rubbed their boobs against Rowan now hugged their chests to hide their half-nakedness from the queen’s unkind scrutiny. No one dared seduce the king in front of her.

A bruising, invasive power lashed at me. From the fearful and pained looks on everyone’s face, Rowan’s groupies must have felt the queen’s blunt swing as well. I shrugged off her vile magic. Before she turned her full attention to me, Rowan took the bitch’s hand and pressed a kiss on the back of her fingers.

A wave of sickening dizziness shot to my head as I watched my date touch the queen with the same lips that had traced over every inch of my skin with reverence.

The Dawn Queen’s power skimmed right over me and dropped, as she was vastly distracted by the king. What woman wouldn’t be smitten by the Winter King’s icy kisses? That coldhearted, two-faced bastard was excellent at pleasuring women.

“Enjoying your harem, King Rowan?” the queen purred, her voice so syrupy and full of light, in stark contrast to her power that bordered on pure evil. I was probably the only one who could feel the extent of its foulness, just as I was the only one who had seen her true form under her elaborate glamour.

The Winter King was caught in her net too, or he wouldn’t hold her hand with such appreciation on his usually icy face. It might not matter to him if her power was vile, as long as she was powerful enough. Didn’t they say that the Fae worshipped power more than anything?

The two deserved each other. Even though it was like stabbing myself in the gut to even whisper it in my head.

The next second, her words registered.

Harem?

He had a harem?! That’s who the bimbos and erotic dancers were?

He’d courted me as if I were the only woman in the universe. He’d pursued me while he had a harem.

Of course, that was how he behaved since he was a Fae king. While the human world evolved at the speed of bullets, the immortal world remained the same. In the old days, didn’t all the kings have countless concubines? It shouldn’t shock me, but I kept using human moral standards to deal with the Fae. Now I’d just woken up from the other side and plunged back into cold, gritty reality. I’d thought the Fae kings and I were making progress, but none of us had ever been or would ever be on the same page.

It was a tad late to realize that. I’d given myself to the Winter King, which had been more than a flash of passion. I’d fallen for him at the moment when he opened up to me. Now I watched my heart bleed.

Rydstrom and Baron probably had their harems as well. Pain ripped through my entire being. They’d all played me like a fool. I was nothing more than a slight challenge and amusement to them.

The Fae kings called me their mate. They’d said I was their future queen while at the same time they each had a large harem. I was but one addition to their collections. And out of the kindness of their fucking hearts, they probably believed it was a marvelous idea to train me to head their harems.

Try me, assholes.

The Winter King had kicked me hard when I was most vulnerable. I wouldn’t recover today. Not tomorrow, either. But I’d bounce back. I wasn’t the kind of girl who stayed down.

Fuck all the Fae kings to Hell.

Those lying bastards would never touch me again.

Another bleak reality sank in. I could no longer rely on their protection. I’d need to grab my siblings and run as soon as I made it out of here alive.

We’d have to live like fugitives, but we had no other option.

I suppose the Winter King had done me a huge favor by exposing his true colors before he could do me and my family any more damage.

“Who’s the new whore in your harem, King Rowan?” the Dawn Queen asked, her stare pelting me like hail. I could sense her cruel intention. She wanted to use her foul power to cleave me in half to soothe her senseless, jealous rage. Then another realization sliced into me—she was more powerful than the Winter King, and the battalion of guards she brought with her outnumbered his eight to one. “That little slut looks… different