Narrator's POV,The room was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the air heavy with tension and unspoken desires. The Omega servant trembled as Alpha Hornet’s grip tightened on her hair, his breath hot against her skin. His nails dug into her scalp, eliciting a quiet whimper from her lips. He liked that—liked the way she flinched yet remained obedient, her body stiff but compliant. The moment the door swung open, she sucked in a breath, her body tensing like a cornered animal. But Alpha Hornet didn’t even flinch. He was too far gone, too lost in his own indulgence to care about interruptions. Beta Morgan stepped inside, his expression unreadable, though there was something dark flickering behind his gray eyes. He barely spared a glance at the scene before him. It wasn’t shocking. Not in this house. Not in the Alpha’s chambers, where women were treated as possessions, their cries swallowed by the thick walls. His voice was steady, clipped. “Gamma Celeriac and his team have ar
Gamma Celeriac,The moment we stepped into the Alpha residence, several high-ranking officials joined us, their stiff postures and hushed whispers thickening the already suffocating tension. Unease clung to them like a second skin, their furtive glances betraying their doubts about this entire ordeal. They, too, sensed something was terribly wrong. Alpha Hornet, of all people, understood the sheer danger posed by the Black Shadow Wolf Pack. They didn’t just dominate the Alpha Association of the state—they had their claws buried deep in many powerful packs, packs that survived only because the Black Shadow wolves allowed them to. But winning wasn’t impossible. If I unleashed my power, if I let Elysia unseal hers, there wasn’t a force in existence that could stop us. Yet, I had spilled enough blood to last lifetimes. After Elysia’s mother’s death, the only thing anchoring me to this world was my daughter. And now, Hecate was hunting her. The only way to keep her safe was to ensu
When her mother left us, I held my little happiness in my arms. Her gentle breath was an alarm call for me to pull myself together. In my thousands of years, for the first time, I decided to behave like a being with no more bloodshed, no more cruelty. When I first turned to the Moon Goddess, she told me that God loved everyone. That if I repented, I would be one of them. I wanted to give her the world. I wanted to be her mother, father, and best friend. My daughter—my Elysia—grew up to be a lady who never bowed her head to crime. And I believed in my daughter more than anyone in the world, even myself. "I apologize for my sudden appearance." Kaelan Nightshades, the first son of Alpha Nightshades, rose from his seat. The smug look on his face made my blood boil. "Gamma Celeriac! I apologize for everything. If I hadn't gotten into this trouble and minded my own business, Commander Celeriac wouldn’t have been in trouble, right? She once saved me. I wanted to repay her… but wh
Hades,"You let him be kidnapped right in front of your watch! You useless piece of shit!" The slap across my face echoed louder than the pain I actually felt. My mother, Luna Gabriella, was one of the strongest female warriors with a Beta wolf. She was more ruthless than my father, and obviously, we inherited that naturally. The metallic taste of blood felt like a salty treat as I licked the corner of my lips. But I remained silent, letting her go berserk. Her half-wolf, half-human form surfaced in her rage, her golden eyes glowing with fury. "Mother!" Halia stepped between us, her expression soft but firm. Playing the peacemaker was necessary right now. "Father was in his sound mind when he attended the private meeting with the other Alphas. We weren’t allowed to stay with them. So please, stop blaming Hades for this situation!" Mom looked at her and then back at me. She was still upset about Halia's decision to have a child through IVF with a sperm donor, but despite her di
Elysia,When I woke up, I found myself lying in a king-sized bed, surrounded by the overwhelming scent of an Alpha Wolf. It was thick and intoxicating, curling around me like an unseen force, sinking into my skin with an unusual warmth. My body stiffened as I processed my surroundings. The sheer grandeur of the room, the lingering presence in the air—I was in the Black Shadow Wolf Pack. More precisely, in Hades Wraithborn's residence. A soft flutter broke the silence, and I turned my head to find Ruby hovering over me, its tiny form restless, eyes gleaming with concern. "Hey, little one," I murmured, reaching out to rub its beak. The touch barely soothed its agitation. I sat up, inhaling deeply, but the air only thickened around me, pressing against my chest. The scent of the room was suffocating, seeping into my very bones. A slow, deliberate sensation crept through me, sending a foreign heat unfurling under my skin. Ella, my wolf, purred in contentment. The scent of our ma
A sharp, throbbing pain pounded against my skull, twisting my stomach into a sickening knot. A wave of nausea crashed over me, forcing my body upright with a jolt. Fuck my life. Nothing ever worked the way I wanted it to. My mind was still swimming in a haze when a small, almost frantic voice echoed from my left shoulder. "Danger… run!" I stiffened. My eyes snapped to the tiny creature perched on me, and for the first time, I realized what had just happened. "You can talk?" I muttered, carefully cupping the small, trembling body in my palm. Ruby—the peculiar, feisty little thing—let out a sharp screech, her tiny wings flapping in distress. That was when I finally took in my surroundings. A chill ran down my spine. I was inside a small room enclosed by glass walls, a cage disguised as luxury. The sterile silence pressed against my ears, thick and suffocating. But what sent ice through my veins wasn’t the room itself. It was the sight outside. Two bodies hung from a stone pill
Droplets of water cascaded down my skin, each one a chilling reminder of the new experience that had unraveled before me. My reflection in the mirror stared back, haunted and flushed, as my fingers ghosted over the faint marks on my body. A slow burn crawled up my neck, the weight of realization pressing down on me like an unbearable force. I never knew it would feel like that. He had been rough—his touch firm, his eyes dark, filled with a hunger that both terrified and consumed me. And yet, beneath that overwhelming dominance, there had been something strangely delicate about the way his fingers traced my skin. It was as if he were handling something fragile, something irreplaceable. Was it because of the mate bond? I wanted to push him away. I should have. But my body had betrayed me, responding to him in ways I had never anticipated. My mind had screamed at me to resist, but my limbs, my pulse, my very breath had yielded to him. And now… A new, far more terrifying thoug
I was nearly finished with my meal when a tall, awkward man walked into the dining room. His presence was hard to ignore, not just because of his height but because I had met him before—inside Hades’s private bedroom. Carlos Bakers. I remembered thinking he was a coward. After all, he had entered the Alpha’s quarters despite knowing it wasn’t permitted. That alone told me that either he was reckless or that he had a purpose worth risking punishment for. Whatever it was, I didn’t let my thoughts show. Instead, I smiled quietly and gave him a small nod. "Miss Celeriac, I am Carlos Bakers, Alpha Hades’s Beta. It’s a pleasure to meet you." His voice carried a forced politeness, though his eyes betrayed his unease. I merely acknowledged him with a glance. "Alpha Hades wants you to come with me. He’s waiting for you in Kjern Hall." "Kjern Hall?" I echoed, my fingers lightly tapping against the edge of my plate. Carlos gave a curt nod. "Yes. Please follow me." I didn’t hesi
Carolina, The lights of the grand manor flickered like a dying flame as I stepped through the threshold, uninvited, unseen for years, but never forgotten. My heels echoed against the marble floors, the sharp rhythm slicing through the silence like a blade. I knew where he would be—where he always ended up when the world became too much for him. Drowning himself in whiskey, in bodies, in power. And tonight, I would be the ocean that pulled him under. Jonathan Hornet. Who tossed me aside once he met Elysia. He promised me that he would make me his Luna. He used me , my family and friends to get favor from them. But once I was no more useful, he forgot my existence. He used to say my name like it was a prayer. Now, it would taste like poison on his lips. I stood at the door of his private chambe, the guards already dismissed or unconscious with liquor and bribes. They had grown careless, just like him. Inside, I could hear muffled laughter, moans, the sound of ice clinking in a gl
Jonathan, The memory of her voice echoed in my skull like a mocking bell. " I am already marked, can't Alpha Jonathan sense it? Or you don't have that ability!" Those words—those sharp, venom-laced words—had silenced the entire ballroom. Every eye turned toward me, not with admiration, not with fear, but with barely concealed pity. As if I were a dethroned monarch, stripped and paraded before the wolves I once commanded. She made a fool of me. She knew that I wasn't blessed. She knew that I was only an Alpha in name and she mocked me in front of everyone. That bitch... She was supposed to kneel down, spread her legs and carry my heir. She was supposed to be my perfect slave. But instead, she threw herself onto that bastard. How dare she!!! I clenched my jaw as I stared at the broken glass on the floor. I had crushed it in my hand without realizing, shards still embedded in my palm. Blood trickled between my fingers, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing rage in m
The sky had turned a soft gray, painted with streaks of peach as the sun began its descent behind the lake. The gentle rustling of wind through the trees whispered against the glass walls of the penthouse, and the koi pond shimmered with scattered reflections of the dying light. Hades lay beside me, his arm slung protectively across my waist, the remnants of our shared warmth still lingering on our skin. My fingers trailed along his collarbone, tracing the faint lines of old battles that lived quietly on his body. He looked peaceful—more peaceful than I had seen him in a long time. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his expression soft in sleep, like a child who had found momentary safety. But I knew what lay ahead. I had to return to my pack, to my father, and to the mess Jonathan had created in my absence. And I had to do it without Hades.I couldn't tell him that I was ordered to be executed... If he knew that this had been happening behind his back, he would kill Jonat
" I want to have a baby after everything settles down!" I whispered in his arms. The soft rustle of leaves outside the open window carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine, folding into the air between us like an unspoken promise. The moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting gentle shadows over Hades’s features. He looked so peaceful, so human, so mine in that moment that my heart clenched in a way I hadn’t expected. His hand caressed my waist, firm and warm, anchoring me to the present. “Do you mean it?” he asked after a long moment, voice quiet, hesitant, almost boyish in its vulnerability. “About the baby?” I nodded without hesitation, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. “I do. With every piece of me. I have forgotten about those nonexistent past. But now I am here with you, with Ruby and my father, I want to be happy and have my own family. A proper family!” He exhaled slowly and pulled me closer, pressing my hand to his chest where I could feel
I hadn't told Hades about the verdict that Jonathan announced. I knew the man lacked spine, but behind him, it was Luna Astoria who was clearly pulling the strings. Her influence had grown insidiously, and now it was starting to threaten everything I had built—everything I had bled for. But as much as I wanted to face that battle, today wasn’t about the pack or the politics.Today was about the strain in my relationship with Hades. That silent tension that hummed in the air whenever our eyes met but neither of us spoke the words buried beneath the surface. He didn’t want to talk about the past. And I didn’t want to force it out of him. But I also couldn’t let this chasm grow wider. We had already lost too much in our previous life. I wouldn’t let silence steal what we still had left.After lunch with his parents—an unexpectedly warm and light-hearted affair—I excused myself and made my way toward the penthouse he had built near the lakeside. Hades had once called it his place of solit
The Wraithborn Pack had not changed much over, though I saw it now with different eyes. Its stone walls still stood tall, carved with ancient symbols of power and legacy, but the air was different. It wasn’t suffocating as it once had been—not bitter, nor judging. It had been still cheerful and peaceful. Despite having some uneasy feeling, related to that night, I started feeling close to the Pack. Maybe I was marked by the Alpha of the Pack. The sense of longing wasn't frail. I walked along the marble path, hands clasped behind my back. The garden was awake with life. Roses bloomed red like secrets kept too long, and silver ivy curled against the wrought iron arches. I hadn't talked to Hades about the conflict between us. He left soon after we spent some time together. He was really busy with handling everything that he left unfinished when we went to the human world. My Man is really hardworking. "Elysia."The voice was familiar, but it lacked the pride I once associated with h
Elysia,In my previous life perceptive, Hades and I were sworn enemies who were ready to kill. However, after learning the truth about his nature, it was clear that my Blood sword wasn't enough to kill him. And even if he killed me out of spite, it was completely understandable and acceptable. He wasn't nothing to me in my previous life. It was me who killed him, and I had no rights to hold such a grudge.But I felt so heartbroken after remembering the child I raised inside me. I knew that he had his reasons, but I started grieving for the baby that would never exist in this life. The ache was quiet, nestled somewhere deep, but it was persistent—like the residue of a love song that never finished."Elysia!"Dad's voice brought me back to the house. Hades left soon after I fell asleep... Or I pretended to fall asleep last night. He apologized precisely, thinking I was sleeping. But I couldn't, because my emotions were rollercoasters—too steep, too fast. I was torn between anger, confus
The silence weighed heavy in the room. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as I knelt beside the bed, head lowered, fists clenched. The storm inside my head refused to calm. I had betrayed her. No matter the reasoning, the truth could never be buried. The blade had come from me. From Carlos. From the ones who had sworn to protect her.And she didn’t even know. She didn't even get the chance to see who stabbed her from behind.Our target was to destroy her heart. Serene said once her heart would be corrupted, we wouldn't be able to stop her. So we did what we were supposed to do.Or so I thought.The guilt hollowed me from the inside. It wrapped around my ribs like a serpent, squeezing, choking, taunting me with her soft breaths that lingered behind me.She was alive. She was breathing. But she wouldn’t be when the truth surfaced. And yet I couldn’t tear myself away.I stayed there, frozen, as each second dragged like an eternity. My vision blurred. The pain of it—what we did,
Hades, The night air was quiet as we stepped into the manor, but the stillness did little to soothe the storm brewing within me. Elysia walked beside me, her expression unreadable yet beautiful in the low candlelight. She hadn’t said much since we left the ballroom, but her silence wasn’t emptiness—it was concentration. Her mind worked like mine. Both of us were thinking of the Book Knowledge and the parts we had recovered.We reached the chamber where the pieces were laid out—ten fragments of ancient parchment, each humming with a soft, otherworldly pulse. Elysia closed the door behind us and stepped into the circle they formed.“Tonight,” she said, her voice quiet but firm, “we find out what they were hiding.”I nodded once. “Are you ready?”She glanced at me, her eyes a reflection of fire and shadows. “Always.”Together, we began the invocation. The symbols etched into the floor around the parchment glowed faintly as Elysia spoke in the old tongue, her voice a melody lost to time.