Borra, the current leader of the Dark Fey, had taken on the leadership of ruling the main Nest and carrying such a heavy burden on his shoulders had led him to fucking stress levels. The humans had not stopped with their tricks and machinations even after the war against the damned old shit of the ex-Queen Ingrith. If it hadn't been for Maleficent's powers and some extra help from her people and the current Queen Aurora, they wouldn't have been able to subdue half of the humans' forces with their innovative machinery and their attempts to exterminate what little remains of his species. According to reports from his comrades, humans continued to hunt magical creatures, trying to harm nature and, worst of all, trying to hunt his people if they were to leave the Nest or the domains of Queen Aurora's territory.

So when mating season came, he allowed himself to relax a little and let out all his frustration in a week of overflowing passion, hormones and the aroma that drove his senses crazy of a female at his disposal. Don't be fooled, even though the Leader is a desert Dark Fey who are characterized by being somewhat tough and preferring the request of solitude, Borra is quite a gallant and charismatic when it came to having female attention fluttering around him as it always used to happen to him. However, he had never claimed a female in the previous mating seasons he had gone through. But this time, it seemed that things had changed...

Borra was peacefully sleeping in his home, a warm rocky cave in a dry, mountainous, arid area. The sun was just beginning to rise and its rays were softly entering through the window, trying to pass through the curtain inside his room a little. His long hair was spread out over the pillow on the semi-hard bed on the floor made with some of his feathers. His wings comically had the same disheveled appearance as his hair giving him a wilder appearance than usual. Apparently this mating season for him was more intense than usual, but the good thing is that he had already overcome it and his body felt calmer having been released from all that sexual attention and stress from work.

He would have continued sleeping if it weren't for the fact that something or someone was very comfortable with their head on his chest and part of their body hugging him from his side, one arm hugging his muscular torso and one leg on his right thigh passing through the middle of the inner part of his thighs. At that moment Borra opened his eyes and looked at the person who had an arm around his waist. He was holding a woman a little possessively against his body almost instinctively with his wings too, but what caught his attention the most and alarmed him in a mix of confusion and surprise was seeing a mark on the shoulder of the female who slept next to him... a mark of a mate, made with his canines and permanent.

A fleeting thought passed through Borra's head. "I'll be damned"

He had claimed you as his female.