"Beckett, my boy, rumor has it that you've found your mate." My father called to me as I walked into the throne room. "Rumor would be right," I replied, acknowledging my father before looking around to see if my mother was anywhere in sight, but of course, she wasn't; she was more than likely out shopping with the twins. My mother couldn't stand being around my father and usually avoided him. My parents were not a love match but a match of convenience instead. When Lilith killed Parenthenope, Poseidon swore never to let something so frail as love get in his way again. According to legends, my father was never the same. The day Parenthenope died, my father brewed a storm in the ocean, one so strong that it caused an iceberg to appear out of nowhere in what the humans named the North Atlantic Ocean, causing the unsinkable ship, the Titanic to sink. It was chaos like no one had seen before. The sirens who mourned their beloved Parenthenope's death wouldn't help the sinking ship; they
Waking up with Samael cradled in my arms was one of the best feelings imaginable. I stared down at him, watching his nose crinkle with each breath and how his lips were slightly parted. I hadn't pegged him for a mouth breather, but he sure was a cute one, even with his gentle snoring. I was utterly smitten with him. Last night had been beautiful. I didn't regret a single decision I had made, and I hope in the light of day, Samael won't regret anything either. "I can feel you staring at me," Samael grumbled as he nuzzled his face further into my chest."You are cute when you're asleep," I reply, causing him to grumble as he sits up, pushing himself off me. "I am not cute." He growls. "Katrina is cute." I chuckle at his ridiculousness. He doesn't seem shy about last night, but he also wants to establish that he's not a bottom. That is completely fine with me. No one ever said two Alphas couldn't enjoy their time together. I was already looking forward to our future fights for dominanc
SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. Why did I just say that? Why did I go and open my big mouth? I didn't want to tell him the news this way. I didn't just want to spring it on him. "I'll let whatever is happening here slide, but whatever's going on, just know that when this is all over, we will revisit whatever this is," Luka responds, looking at me inquisitively, before turning and heading toward the opposite side of the house, "Let's get going." "Uhh... aren't you going the wrong way?" I ask, thankful Luka let the conversation drop for now. "Samael?" Luka asks, turning his head and raising an eyebrow at me, "Do you ever just do as you are told?" "Never," I replied cockily, "I am an heir, and it's not like my parents were around much to tell me what to do." "Hmm, looks like I'll have to teach you to do as your told then," Luka replies with a wicked gleam in his eye and a smug look before turning around and continuing to head toward the back of the house. Fuck. It really did something to me whene
"Luka!" Samael's voice rings through the smokescreen, and my heart slowly starts to calm. He's okay; the Cyclopses didn't harm him during their initial attack. I picked myself up from the rock; the blast had flung me on, and I grimaced at the pain running down my body. I knew I'd hit the rock wall hard, but I didn't think it'd been hard enough to leave any lasting damage. I move my hand slowly over my back and ribs; there are a few tender spots, but nothing's broken. I'll ache for a bit, but my body will heal quickly. I want to yell back to Samael and reassure him that I'm okay, but I don't want to draw the attention of the Cyclopses to me. I need them to be fully focused on Samael. My only strength against our enemy would be the element of surprise. They'd only sensed Samael's magical presence. My aura smelled similar to Tartarus's, while Samael's smelt like the underworld. His magical signature showed he was an oddity in these parts, and it's what attracted the supernatural beings
Traveling to the Bermuda Triangle is harder than traveling from the academy to home. There was a lot of rough water that I had to cross through. The waves resisted my command. If I had my father's trident, I could command the waves. I could create stronger currents to carry me from one place to another. My Poseidon's Trident was a gift descended from Jehovah himself. Jehovah had first crafted the Trident for Moses, allowing him enough power to part the Red Sea. Once Moses had gotten his people to safety, Jehovah took the trident back and kept it as a gift, gifting it to his second grandson, Posideon, thus giving him an affinity for water. My father and his Trident have been inseparable since that day. Triton has one like it. My father had Hephaestus craft a similar trident for my older brother, Triton, the first merman. Triton's trident only gave him the capability of using his divine water gift, but Triton's powers were still on the weaker side of things. Ever heard of the East Aust
Miles had sent the igloo emoji in our group chat earlier today. It was the only clue he'd given us to his and Katrina's whereabouts. Still, I knew he had a hideout shelter in Alsaka, so I decided to head here after meeting with Hermes and confirming my father had received my message. We were to meet with the council in six weeks, immediately after our final midterm. I hadn't bought us much time, but hopefully, with her academics and the help from all of us, Katrina would learn enough control over her powers to pass herself off as a low-level goddess versus who she is; a powerful angel demon hybrid. My father and the rest of the council wouldn't agree with the heirs of the four kingdoms being mated to a low-powered goddess, but they wouldn't be able to stop it; she was our fated. The moment I reached the bug-out in Alaska, I knew I'd guessed their location correctly, my aura calming the moment it detected that Katrina was nearby. It was nearly midnight by the time I'd arrived, so I he
Are you going to tell me what the fuck that was?" Luka asked after we departed from the cyclopses, Lilac and her troupe having led us to the prison entrance. "I don't know what you want me to say," I responded, feeling guilty for not having told him before we entered Tartarus that he was the heir to the kingdom. "You wouldn't have believed me." "When did you find out?" Luka asked as he walked toward a locked cupboard pressing his hands against the wood, calling to the magic inside to reveal its contents. "When I went home. Beckett was pissed that I hadn't intervened when you mated Katrina. We haven't gone head to toe since we were kids, but this wasn't something I would back down on. I fully supported you and Katrina, and if Beckett couldn't, I wasn't going to allow his negativity to flow around you and Katrina. Eventually, Aphelion was able to calm us with news from his father that Katrina was to be brought forth and introduced to the council, and then Miles told us all the reason
It's early morning, and I wake with a start. My chest is heaving, and I feel like someone is reaching between my chest cavity and squeezing firmly onto my heart. Something's wrong. I spring out of bed, waking Aphellion and Miles as I start pacing across the bedroom floor. "Kitten, what's wrong?" Miles asks me, his voice laced with concern. "I..I...I don't know. I had a nightmare, and then I woke up from it, but it didn't feel like it was just a nightmare. I have this nagging feeling that something's wrong. My insides are burning, and my heart feels like someone's trying to crush it." "What did you dream about, Princess?" Aphellion asks, throwing back the covers and getting out of bed, reaching his hand toward me and pulling me into his arm. "I can't remember," I reply. Miles and Aphelion glance at each other, their faces of concern mimicking the others. "Here, sit down on the bed, kitten. I learned a new spell in Magical Studies, and it might help you remember." "Okay," I nod e