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It’s so hard to believe that the war is over. All of that build up and fear for just one, admittedly epic, fight? I guess I just never realized how much war is about waiting for something to happen. Hermes says that it’s really like that, but it’s still hard to believe. The angels are all up in a tither worried that they haven’t been able to find evidence of Lucifer’s body being gone. We haven’t heard anything from their god, so I’m assuming that he’s not worried about it. I mean, it’s been two weeks and nothing. Gabriel has even come to Jacob and said that he can start the process of detaching from the Christian god and giving up his powers. Though, halfway through Gabriel’s instructions on how to do that, Michael showed up and basically begged Jacob to remain a Throne for another six months. Just in case Lucifer came back. After meeting with Maeve, Dougal, and Win, the results were mixed. Maeve hated being a Throne.
So much pain. Those fucking angels! They killed my mate. They killed MY CHILD! And then they tried to kill me. I had enough power left within me in order teleport away from them to the edge of Tartarus. But I was bleeding heavily from a wound that eviscerated my stomach and just missed my heart. Otherwise, I would have died right then and there. I used all the power that I had left to make my way through the cyclopses, the hydra, the river of fire. And then I make my way down the labyrinthine walkways, looking for my first love. Only she will have the power to heal me. Only she will have the power to bring me back to what I was before. I don’t know how long it took for me to get to her. How much blood flowed from my body. How much pain I felt. How low I had to get. I laid on the ground, covered in dirt, dehydrated, and weak. And then I feel someone push me with their foot.
It’s been two months. Two months since we left Valhalla. Two months since we ran away with our tail between our legs. Two months since I found my mate. Two months since this shit should have been done. And what do I have to show for it? A semi comatose mate that basically had to restart her entire goddess making process when we moved from Valhalla to the Underworld. A rowdy and often undisciplined army that has been on ice for two months. Traitors and defectors on all sides. And the worst case of blue balls that I’ve had my entire life. To say that I’m a bit on edge is the biggest understatement of the millenia. The worst part of all of this by far is the fact that Valhalla ran on a timeline outside of the human’s timeline on Earth. It was faster. But the Underworld runs under the same timeline as Earth’s.So yeah, two months to get Nyx back to where she was when we left. That would have taken two weeks in Valhalla. But in the Underworld, it’s fucking two damned months!
“Nate, man. Let’s go for a run. You’ve been cooped up in this library for a week. Your wolf has to be going crazy. Let’s go for a run. Maybe a shower and a meal that isn’t brought to you in a bag,” I say to my best friend. He has been searching for a way to get into any of the three possible places where Nyx could be without someone like Hermes who can get us in and out of different realms since we’ve returned home two damn months ago. He only comes out when Dev or Arya force him to for training, or when Slade or Naomi use their alpha or luna tone on him. It was rough going at first. We didn’t realize that he wasn’t doing all the things. You know, the things like bathing. Eating as often as he should. Sleeping. Leaving the damn library. I mean, I’ve been a little caught up in the mating frenzy that comes with the matebond with Zoe and Kaia. It was slightly extended because of the battle that we had at the gates of Valhalla and I didn’t get to check in on my bestie dur
I wake up to the feeling of sparks all over my body, as well as the heat of my mates. I give a little moan, automatically feeling my core starting to get wet. They have this effect on me every damn time. I hope that I never get used to it. My thighs flex with the need that is starting to build up. There is a groan from in front of me and calloused hands roam up my leg to hitch it higher on the thigh of the male in front of me. From the calluses of his hands, I know that it’s Alexander in front of me. It makes me realize that I’ve rolled in my sleep, since I fell asleep with my head on Jacob’s chest. The slight movement, along with the sparks, have caused Alexander’s body to react too. I can feel his hard cock pressing on my inner thigh, just short of my pussy lips. I can’t help it. Push myself closer to him, feeling his cockhead push through my lips and rub against my clit. “Fuck!” I whisper as his head pulls back slightly, dragging along my clit. “How are you already so
“Dad, we still can stop all of this. You don’t have to give me the title yet. We’ve got another six months. Just finish out your term as best as you can. I’ll be here to help,” Finnegan says as I work on his tie for him. As calm, organized, and bright as my son is, tying a tie has always been a bit beyond him. “Son, we’ve talked about this. Your mother and I are done with our leadership roles. With Ba’s death…” I have to stop speaking, the words choking me up. Tears form in my eyes, obscuring my vision. “Dad.” Finnegan pulls me into his arms. “I know that it’s hard for you. I’m not trying to force anything on you,” he whispers into my ear as he helps me hold myself together. “I just don’t want your reign as an alpha to end in a way that you regret.” I nod into his shoulder, sniffing as I pull myself away from his embrace. I had told myself that I wouldn’t let my depression over the loss of Gregory get in the way of how special this day is. Finnegan deserves that.
“There’s several different things that you’re going to have to do in order to complete your induction. First, you are to go onto the astral plane and receive Hecate’s approval and her prophecy for your reign. Jaiden will be with you so that there is proof and a second set of ears to hear the prophecy,” I say to Freya. She rolls her eyes. “Why don’t we just have her come see me? She’s in Valhalla, but we can get a message to her. It would make things so much easier.” I know that it’s her anxiety that’s talking, so I take a deep breath before responding. No use magnifying both of our anxiety. “It’s not just about speaking to Hecate, Frey. It’s also about being about to get into the astral plane, finding Jaiden, and then getting into Hecate’s presence. It takes a disciplined and powerful witch to get into the astral plane by itself, but to find another and to find Hecate? That’s another level of power.” I take another deep breath. “Plus, if you were to see Hecate’s real fo
I feel so much better after the run. Letting my wolf out. Hunting down a deer with my packmates. Filling my stomach full of meat and my heart full of the touch and presence of my friends and family. It was exactly what I needed to rejuvenate myself and galvanize me for more of a search in the library. And I hate myself for it. I feel so damn guilty because of it. Why am I allowed this respite when she isn’t? I can only imagine the awful things that are happening to Nyx wherever she is in Lucifer’s care. I know that she isn’t going to be hurt physically, at least not yet. But the emotional toll that this has to be taking on her tortures me every second that I’m awake. I dream about it when I am asleep. I can’t get away from the thoughts of what she’s going through. This library that I’ve holed myself up in? It’s the biggest, most expansive collection of occult knowledge in America. It has to have a way to help me figure out where Nyx is. There HAS to be something.