To Claim A Fae Winter’s Thorn, Book 3 Mila Young To Claim A Fae © Copyright 2020 Mila Young Cover art by Covers By Christian Editing by Dara Horcasitas of Refined Voice Editing Proofreading by Nic Page and Robyn Mather Visit our books at www.milayoungbooks.com All rights reserved under the International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher/author. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, characters and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Warning: the unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. Criminal copyright infringement, including infringement without monetary gain, is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in prison and a fine of $250,000. Created with Vellum Contents Winter’s Thorn Series To Claim A Fae Fae Legends Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Shadow Hunters Wolf Series Books By Mila Young About Mila Young Winter’s Thorn Series To Seduce A Fae To Tame A Fae To Claim A Fae To Claim A Fae The king is dead… ...and now my future, as my heart, hangs in the balance. With the kingdom in chaos and my powers still fighting me for control, I’m left to wonder if there’s even a place for me among the fae. Or among the three men who have been there since the beginning of this journey. Because even they feel like they’re slipping away… Especially since the court mage hates me and is conspiring against me at every turn. But those aren’t my only problems. Finding the truth of who I am and what my destiny will be is consuming me and threatening to ruin all that I have and all those I love. If I can’t find a way to stop my enemies, we are all doomed and the fae realm will be lost. And I can’t let that happen. I won’t. Even if it means a fight to the death... Captivating conclusion to the ‘WINTER'S THORN’ saga. Fae Legends The girl made of ash and shadows. Prologue 19 years ago The world smells strange. Smoke. Rotting food. And sorrow. It leaks into the air like pollution. How can these humans live in such decay and filth? I scrunch up my nose. These are my first steps on Earth, and I pray they’ll be the last. Trees behind me sway from where I’ve emerged, and before me lays a flat road with lamps lighting the quiet area. Soft gurgling sounds draw my attention to my baby in my arms, cradled against my breast. Her eyes are shut, and she sucks on her thumb, her nearly white hair laying across her forehead. So peaceful and perfect. My eyes prick, but I blink the tears away. The time for falling apart has long passed. This is for her. Everything is for her. Hurriedly, I cross the road. The wind is vicious tonight, tugging at my cloak, ripping it off my head. I glance back into the silent woods, at the heavy moon that hangs low like a pregnant belly. “Please Goddess, protect us,” I whisper under my breath and rush forward. Old, worn buildings like square blocks line the sidewalk, and up ahead I see exactly what I’m after. A bright yellow sign with the words Women’s Refuge. The ‘W’ in the first letter flickers like it might snuff out. My heart beats fast as my feet slap the ground. Relle, my maid, found this place. She came to Earth and said no one would find it. When I glance around to the barren road, the decrepit homes, I have to agree. There is no way they’ll find her here. No one will know. She stirs in my arms, and my heart breaks when she looks up at me. Crystal blue eyes akin to mine. She smiles at me, and a tear escapes from the corner of my eye. “Oh, little one.” I choke on my words and press her to my chest as I flee toward salvation. The lights are on inside, and I stand in front of the white building. Three steps lead up to the door, but I can’t get my legs to move. I stare down at my baby, and tears keep falling. She makes gurgling and cooing sounds, and they have me choking up. If only she knew the truth of why I can’t keep her. Except, she can never find out or it’ll kill her. Here, in this backward world, she stands a chance. In the Wandering Realm, her end is already planned. “This is all I can give you.” I move to sit on the steps and hold her on my lap. I draw out a small ribbon from my cloak pocket and wrap it around her tiny ankle. Her skin is so soft and warm against my fingers. I tie the knot loosely, leaving her embroidered name on the fabric. The least I can do is leave her with her nickname to make it a bit harder for her to ever find her way back home. Guen. Lifting her into my arms, I kiss her brow and inhale her beautiful powdery baby smell. I take in every bit about how she feels against me, the soft sounds she makes; everything I can, I memorize. It’s all I’ll have left of her. I wipe my eyes, knowing I need to get going. The longer I’m gone, the more suspicion I’ll raise. On my feet, I turn toward the door just as it opens. Bright light beams from the hallway, and a middle-aged woman with the kindest eyes greets me. “Hello, do you want to come in?” I lick my dry lips, barely able to
