All Chapters of The Fae Serenade.: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

OLIVIA’S POV.I find myself in front of Maggi’s door before I can even comprehend anything.I take a frantic breath and think it over, terror gripping my heart. Is it safe to tell her everything? But then Maggi is the only person who I feel understands me the most in this palace. I have to risk it. I cannot carry these thoughts alone anymore.I knock on the door thrice, and when I get no response, I push it open and slip inside before shutting it quickly behind me.The room is dim, the heavy drapes drawn tight against the morning sun. Maggi sits at a small wooden desk, surrounded by a mountain of rolled parchments. She looks entirely different from her usual composed self. Her silver hair is coming loose, and her face looks drawn, pale, and deeply exhausted. Way different from how she looked just yesterday.She looks up sharply at the sound of the door closing, her hand instinctively hovering over a piece of parchment to hide it. When she realizes it is me, the tension in her shoulder

I say nothing. I lock my expression down, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.“Seriously,” Adrian continues, leaning in closer, his voice dripping with nothing but pure malice. “The Dance of the Dead is supposed to clear out the trash, yet somehow you keep breathing. That vampire boy should have ripped your throat out. You’re a stain on this palace, a useless piece of Fae garbage, and you really think you’re going to survive the next round? You’re nothing but a dead girl walking. It’s pathetic watching you limp around like you actually belong here.”I keep my mouth shut. I hold his gaze, my eyes dead and unblinking. I have been insulted by a lot of people already; a Gamma’s pathetic taunts, much less Adrian, mean absolutely nothing to me anymore.Adrian leans his head closer, his eyes narrowing at my silence. “What’s with the silence? Did the King’s slave lose her tongue? Or did that vampire finally tear the arrogance out of you?”“I have nothing to say to you, Adrian

KYLE’S POV.“At the palace today, there was a commotion amongst the guards. Sven’s men are on the streets searching for you too,” Orion starts, ocean blue-eyes still placed on me. “Apparently bodies of ten guards and the son of the beta of a pack or whatever was found.”I say nothing. The room is getting colder.“Because the way I see it,” Orion continues, his eyes boring into mine, “mere physical strength cannot pull off what happened in that forest. I heard from the guards that the bodies look like they were squished beneath a boulder. And quite frankly, looking at you right now, you look entirely too weak to have taken down eleven werewolves with your bare hands. So tell me. Have you awoken?”I freeze, my mind spinning into a chaotic maze of thoughts. I think deeply about it. If I tell him the truth, I admit to possessing a power I don’t even know how to control. But more importantly, I think about Olivia. Why would she refuse to cooperate with this man? If Orion offered her a w

OLIVIA'S POV.King Sven tilts his head, an eyebrow arching slightly. “You can?”“Back in the Shadow Moon pack, whenever things got too heavy and Kyle found it difficult to sleep, I usually sang to him,” I explain, keeping my tone perfectly level. “I know you do not like my kind because of the atrocities they committed, and fair enough, but Faes used to be known as a creature who helps soothe a restless mind. Like a Serenade. It used to work for him every time.”King Sven stares at me for a long, quiet moment. Then, his lips curve into a faint, mocking smirk, though his eyes remain deeply tired. “You want to sing me a lullaby, little Fae? Truly? The King of Māui does not get put to sleep by bedtime stories and fairy songs. It’s ridiculous. I am not a kid.”“You are not? You could have fooled me with how temperamental you can be sometimes,” I say, tilting my head slightly. My words are meant to be a tease, which is weird because of how natural it comes out.“What do you have to lose?

OLIVIA’S POV.My mind reels, a wave of profound confusion washing over me. How did I do that? Where did that explosive strength come from? I haven’t even awoken my Fae energy yet… or have I?The announcer comes up and checks the pulse of the now naked man, “Dead! This is crazy. One of the most formidable contestants has been taken down with just a strike from Olivia the Fae. This is insane. Unprecedented! Olivia the Fae will be facing Ripper Ghost in the conclusion of this Dance of the Dead in three days!”The crowd slowly erupts into a mix of hesitant cheers and stunned whispers. I do not think too much about it. I cannot afford to analyze the strange anomaly, because at the end of the day I survived.I turn around and walk straight back into the shadows of the tunnel, my mind entirely numb.The match went smoothly. Too smoothly. But the victory brings me no joy, because I know what comes next. There is only one hurdle left between me and my wish from King Sven. One final match th