All Chapters of The Fae Serenade.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nine years. That’s how long my brother and I have been hiding in the Shadow Moon Pack, keeping our heads down. My parents risked their lives to make sure we escaped the kingdom before the final blow. They even had our wings, fangs, the most obvious signs of being Fae, removed. Our ears were also clipped. And now, one mistake—my mistake—has ruined everything for me and Kyle. I feel like dying.A sharp gasp escapes my lips as the Alpha King drags me by my hair, the pain in my hand long forgotten. His dark green eyes pierce through me, still narrowed in cold disdain. All I can feel is fear. There’s something dark, something powerful emanating from him. I know he can easily kill me on the spot. “Alpha Coleman Katz, a Fae in our midst. How is that possible?” His voice is calm, controlled, as he stands, hauling me up with my hair like a dog on a leash. I think about Kyle, my brother, and how I've ruined all our efforts to stay hidden. “You and your family should be killed for harboring a F

I blink once, then twice, trying to process what King Sven has just revealed. His mother was a Fae? Does that mean as well as being a werewolf-Lycan hybrid he is also part Fae? If his mother is a Fae, why does he hate our kind so much? Where are his wings? Did he have them cut off? The more I think about it, the more confused I become.“Don’t overthink it,” he laughs, tracing his finger over the spot where my wings once were. Can he read minds? I doubt that. But how can he stand so close and feel nothing? “I have an inkling that my Fae lineage is why you're my mate,” he continues. “but I still can't understand why the moon goddess chose to give me a Fae for a mate.”“Reject me,” I insist.“And let you off so easily? No. I am your god now—whether you accept that or not is your burden to carry.”“You're not my god,” I hiss.He laughs, and one of his hands snakes around my stomach. It makes me stop breathing for a moment. His finger find my bellybutton and I can feel an energy around t

GLOSSARY (ENTAILS WORDS AND TERMINOLOGIES USED IN THIS UNIVERSE.): I'll be using real life comparison to pass my point across clearly.DENARII: It's equivalent to gold. A denarii coin is worth ten dollars. A bag of denarii means there's a thousand coins of denarii in it, meaning a bag is worth ten thousand dollars. Lady Gwendolyn and Lord Emmett were willing to pay 25 bags of denarii for Olivia, which is equivalent to two hundred and fifty thousand dollars in real life. CHAPTER SIX.“What the hell is happening, Sven? Why is my toy scurrying away?” Lord Emmett yells, approaching just as King Sven rises to his feet. Emmett’s crimson-red eyes burn with fury, and I quickly slip behind King Sven, clutching his cloak to keep myself hidden from the man’s gaze.Lady Gwendolyn joins her husband's side, a crease on her forehead as she glares daggers at King Sven. “And what is the meaning of all this? Might I remind you that we came all the way here to pay a fair price for that,” she punctuates

Until now, I wasn’t even aware that King Sven already had someone he planned to make Luna. Her presence only raises more questions. If King Sven already has a future Luna, then why does he want me to accept our mate bond and bear him a child? Why can’t he just let her bear the child he so desperately needs? I have a theory as to why, but I can't say for sure because King Sven isn’t entirely Fae. He’s a hybrid. “News circulating the palace says King Sven has taken you as his personal slave,” Katniss says, standing before me, her head held high, sizing me up like I’m prey. “It’s rare for King Sven to do such a thing. Tell me, did you bewitch him?” “Don’t you think he’d be dead by now if I could?” I reply without thinking. Of all the reactions I expect, laughter isn’t one of them. But Katniss laughs—boisterous, unabashed. Tears slip down her cheeks as she finally speaks again. “Bold words. Dangerous ones for someone whose head should’ve been on a stake last week.” “But it’s not. And

The sun is already rising yet I could barely sleep through the night as my whole body aches. My eyes remain glued to the window in the hopes of some miracle lifting the barrier away will happen. Just as I attempt to stand up from the bed, a pain shoots through me, a reminder of the event that occurred yesterday night. An event I don't want to remember. Behind the door, there's a sudden shuffling that earns my attention. I look up just in time to see Isadora and three women enter. I can tell they're palace maids with how they're being herd by Madam Leticia — the same one who had come to prepare me last night with two other maids. “No sleep for the wicked. Rise don't shine,” Leticia bellows, clapping her hands together as she drags the bed cover off me and throws me off the bed like I'm nothing but a ragdoll. I land on my feet. The silver shackles around my ankles rattle as I find my balance. I try not to make a noise. Not to show weakness. Still, I let out a groan when a dull pain s