The Fae Serenade.

as it been sinc

ause time feels irrelevant in the suffocating darkness that surrounds me. My ankles hurt from the silver shackles aroun

ssip outside my prison sometimes, and it makes me worry. I can't shake the feeling that

te. How can it even be real? Fae don't have mates. Shouldn't have mates. It's a myth, unheard of. And yet, a weight remains pressing against my chest like a sledgehammer, a painful reminder of my bond with

ke. It has to be. We Fae don't serve the Moon Goddess. We have no ties to her. Our goddess is E

, I'm sure of it. And he'll do

y of showing she hates my kind. Th

y face. "You're wanted," he growls, stepping closer and yanking me to my jelly-like-feet. The cold air stings against my bare

mand, wearing a false bravado e

ze as he pulls me along with him. I stumble behind, the shack

b that feels like a warning of something bad. This t

der the gaze of some guards and palace servants who don't hide th

again -what could be happening to him now? Panic threatens to overwhelm me, b

w he'll reject me. Or maybe he's pl

face impassive. "Just a warning, don't let him get angry," he warns, as thou

the scene before me. Alpha King Sven is sprawled naked on a huge bed, surrounded by three equally naked women whil

between us recognizes what he's doing and reacts violently to it. My heart races with lots of emo

oam over my nakedness. "Ah, my little Fae," he drawls, a smirk creeping across his face. He holds the woman riding him down by

aced with bitterness. "I'd rather y

h the room. "Oh, I will get to that, but not just ye

ia," I say as I try igno

ost lazily. "Beautiful na

e, but we'd b

r with something dark and satisfying. He knows exactly what he's doing. "Spending a week in prison hasn't tamed your tongue, I see," he says, t

ve to kill

ays I

re clear, before rolling off him and planting a kiss on his lips. I

my ladies," he says

miss their scornful looks th

s he picks up his robe. He circles me like a predator sizing up his p

pping behind me. "I should just kill you, b

voice trembles

more tense. "Why would the moon goddess pair me w

der. "Y-you can just reject me, you know?" I whisper, hoping

, and his breath is warm against my naked skin. It makes the hair on my bod

know the answer, as my parents were war orphans. "I d

ut, and I tense at the contact. His touch is gentler than I expect, and I feel my body reactin

have wings. Only

r all," he says, his voic