Chapter 40: Beckett

"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