Faerie is dying and it's not my fault. My mother, the Queen, caused the Goddess to turn from us long ago when she cocked up the death of the One the Goddess favored most. Now she thinks to use me in her plans to rebuild the land. I hate that bitch.
My Name is Airmed, my friends call me Ari, but you may call me nothing. I am the youngest of the last children to be born in Talamh na Sithe some thirty years ago. The boys have since been killed and The Eight are all that remain. Each given to four men who will forfeit their lives should they fail to at least try to produce a child with us.
My mother has given them permission to use whatever is necessary to make me malleable, only I have no idea what that word means. I'm not unwilling to do my job, but I have no intention of making life easy for them. Not only that, I got a B Plus in my swordsmanship class so if they think this will be a smooth transition, they've got another thing coming.
*Airmed is a medium/fast burn stand alone Reverse Harem novel with light m/m interactions and is intended for those 18 and older*