All Chapters of The Fae Serenade.: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Without responding, I head to a corner to sit, leaning my back against the wall. I need a minute to myself without having to think about King Sven and the unnameable feeling stirring within me, one that I can't even blame on the mate bond that's practically useless. A minute without having to think that I have taken the life of two people and might be taking even more just to get freedom.King Sven clears his throat as he moves towards me, but I don't look at him as my gaze fixes to the floor. My eyes hurt and I can barely even see through them.“Am I being ignored?” He asks.I don't answer.“Or did you manage to lose your voice during the match? Your hearing perhaps?” He says teasingly, as though we're joking amongst ourselves. “Did the Lycan punch you too hard?”Still, I don't answer.“Oh, I am being ignored,” King Sven relents with a sigh. “Is it because of the match? I thought you were fearless, Olivia. So why is a match you won upsetting your mood?”“It's not,” I snap, lifting my

An exasperated sigh leaves my lips as I wear my nightgown and head for the bathroom. I take a piss and flush the toilet.Then I pick up my dirty clothes and stretch them. They might be dirty, but they are the only things I have to wear for tomorrow’s match. As I stretch my clothes, I remember I did not pick up my staff after the match.I freeze.A sharp breath leaves me as frustration coils tightly in my chest. I sigh again, heavier this time, wondering if someone probably threw it off. They most likely did. Now, not only do I have a broken leg, but I am practically going to set a record for the dumbest way to die once I step into the arena without my staff.My brother, Maggi, Isadora, and even King Sven, who are all betting on me, would be disappointed.But at this point, I could not care less.I am tired.When I am done stretching out my clothes, I stare at the water in the bathtub. The faint reflection of my face stares back at me. I look dull, exhausted, and hollow. I immediately

For the first time ever, the crowd cheers for me as I walk towards the center of the colosseum for my match but I try not to think too much about it. They do not like me or my kind either way, all they are excited for is the thrill to either see me get killed or see me struggling my way out of death’s hands. I can barely walk, dragging my broken leg on the sand as I move towards the center where the announcer stands with a huge grin on his face. “People of Māui, I remember when the competition first started people gambled on the Fae being out at the very first round. But after winning two matches, and with just two more to go after today’s match, the Fae underestimated seems to be our golden horse of this Dance…” the announcer trails off, laying his eyes on me. “And the first ever slave of King Sven of Māui, Olivia the Fae.”The cheer is even more thunderous as I stop walking, taking my position next to the announcer. I do not feel anything by hearing the people of Māui cheer for me

KYLE'S POV.I must have the worst luck ever, because I have never been lucky. Not once. Not since the day I was born. And once again, my unluckiness rears its ugly head with Nico and the pack guards sudden appearance.“Always suspected you were up to no good, Katniss. And now you’ve just made me rich with the ten bags of denarii I will be cashing once I deliver this Fae to King Sven,” Nico says smugly, looking away from me for a brief moment as he glances at Katniss who stares at him with a death glare. “Thank you, Katniss. But this is where you die since you are practically useless now.”I push Nico on a whim and he stumbles backwards but does not fall as he regains composure quickly. I immediately stand in front of Katniss, trying to protect her. I cannot let her die. I cannot let anyone die all because their only crime is helping me or my sister. Carter’s blood has already been spilled. I make noise with my mouth, to try to communicate with Nico. But he stares at me, dumbfounded.“

Maggi watches from a distance as the royal physician attends to my swollen ankles, the chains sitting on top of it. The old man wraps them in a bandage, after applying an ointment that stung more than I expected. The same ointment was applied to my neck before being wrapped, now I know I look like someone being choked by a bandage.“No pressure should be exerted on these ankles unless you are keen on losing them, which I am pretty sure you are not,” The man jokes, grey eyes filled with kindness as he stares at me. It’s rare to meet someone who shows me kindness, much less a royal physician. He places my leg gently back on the bed and begins to pack his things. “I should leave now, but I would give you some pain relief medicines and a balm. Your legs should be treated like brittled glass, so I prescribe you apply the balm twice a day. And in the next three days you should be fully healed, same goes with your neck.”“Thank you,” I say, meaning every bit of it. “For attending to someone