Page 77 of Finding Love with the Fae King

“What?” I hissed.

“Do it, now!”

“I’ve never sung in front of anyone before!” I whisper-yelled.

“Do it now, or you will lose the chance,” he pushed.

My breath hitched; this was going to be tough. The only time I sang was when I felt a strong emotion, which was usually sadness. Now I must sing something, and I wasn’t sad. I was conflicted about who I really was.

“Think of Osirus, your mate.” Lucca grabbed me by the shoulders. “Sing from the heart. That is where your power will be.” I sighed dejectedly. This was mortifying.

Thinking of Osirus, I held onto my chest and closed my eyes, playing with the idea no one was around.This is for me, and Osirus is my future. Just getting a glimpse of what will give me the final closure I need to move on. I must do this for the closure.

I hummed a random melody with my voice, slowly opening my mouth and letting the notes surround us. It was full of sorrow as I began, almost telling the story of my life. It gradually became lighter as I remembered first meeting Osirus.

I continued to sing, and I felt the air in the room shift around me. I couldn’t feel Lucca and Horus beside me any longer. It was the song and me as I continued to think of Osirus. I missed him terribly. Maybe this was a bad idea to come here to find out who I was. It would only lead to more heartache and loneliness. What if I found out I really belonged to someone else? Would they want nothing to do with me, too?

I was ready to move forward to be with my mate in a world full of things I never would have dreamed of. If Lucca’s father couldn’t give me the answers I wanted, I would drop all this, all the wondering of what-ifs. I’d take my life as it was and be with my mate.

My voice echoed through the throne room, the notes rising and falling, thinking of the love I had for my mate. He was my constant. He would always be there for me, even if I didn’t know who my true parents were.

Praying that was enough to get the Atlantean King’s attention, I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me. His eyes were no longer matted together, the barely-there lines from his scowl earlier had faded. His eyes had softened, and his posture was relaxed.

The large blue eyes investigated me, and he held out his hand. “What is your name?” His voice was barely a whisper. The scary muscle man from before became a teddy bear in a matter of seconds.

“Melina,” I whispered back and put my hand in his. The hand was warm as he gripped it. A small tear left his eyes. Lucca wandered beside his father and held out the purple Hawaiian lei and as his father took it, he looked back at me. He chuckled a few times before his voice became a burst of boisterous laughter.

The hand never left mine in the state of my confusion. “Kathryn was a spitfire; I’ll give you that.”

“Y-you knew my mother?”

“Yes, intimately anyway. She helped me”—he cleared his throat—“forget things.” His voice went back to being solemn. “How is she?” I slumped my shoulders.

“I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in years.” His amusement of the situation went from confused to anger. “What do you mean you haven’t seen her?”

“We parted ways seven years ago. Mother and father didn’t want me. They wanted to divorce and go their separate ways. So, I grew up with my friend with her wolf pack.”

“That man was not your father,” he ruffed. “And your Kathryn ended up being a real piece of work.” His hand tightened against me and pulled me to his bare chest. Being petrified that this man could crush me, Lucca was looking on in astonishment. The King’s hand brushed my hair and gave a light peck to the top of my head.

“I am your father, Melina. Your true father. I swear to the Gods I knew nothing about you.” He poured his soul onto me, and my heart leaped inside my chest.

“What?” I whispered, slowly backing away.

“I am your father, Melina. By Gods, if I knew about you, I would have brought you down here and raised you with your half brothers.” My mouth dropped as I glanced at Lucca and then at Horus, both with entertained faces.

“You’re my dad?” His glassy eyes held so much hope that I would accept this information. Could I accept it? Hell, I didn’t have a family before my birth mother left me and this guy wanted to take me in. He wanted me. He wanted a daughter, and he was technically my dad by blood. My gut was telling me to trust it, and it didn’t steer me wrong with Osirus.

“Yeah, I’m your father. I feel it in my bones. Your song only confirms it. Each siren has a certain pitch so parents can find their children. You are my daughter, Melina.” The determination in his voice made me choke back a sob. I wasn’t far from him, but I leaped into his arms and buried my face in his chest.I have a father. A family.

“I’ve always wanted a daughter,” he cooed in my ear. “And now I’ve got you.” He squeezed me tight as we both fell to the floor. Lucca crossed his arms and started laughing.

“Come on, you know you want in,” Lucca’s father or my dad spoke to him happily. Lucca grinned at his father as he helped us both up.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know your name yet,” I spoke up.

“Ha, right? I’m Girard, King of Atlantis, and you, my dear Melina, are now the beloved first Princess of Atlantis.” I blushed mightily as I put my hands to my face. This seriously can’t be real.

“Father, hate to break it to you, but she’s going to be a queen soon. I don’t think the Princess title suits her,” Lucca brought up jokingly.

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