The air hung thick with tension the moment my words settled in. Dad's expression shifted, his feature darkening with intensity that it sent a chill down my spine. His sharp eyes, piercing and unyielding, locked onto mine, searching, dissecting- seeking the slightest trace of lie. His well-composed feature stirred into the chair before a measured breathe escaped from him. His eerily calm eyes shifted to the cup before him. " Cupcake!" His voice carried a gravity of coldness that I barely witnessed before, yet there was the trace of warmth like usual. " Are you jesting?" He asked at last, though there was no trace of humor in his tone. His eyes were gleaming dangerously and unreadable. " I am not!" My voice was steady and unhinged. I didn't waver when I locked my eyes onto him as I sat properly, " Dad! Believe or not -!" I drew a sharp breath, my chest rose, " I have died once before, So have you." A charged silence fell upon us, sending a chill as a reminder of something unfold
Dad’s words struck like a thunderclap, sending a jolt through my body. My breath hitched as disbelief took hold. "How did you know?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilted my head, searching his expression for answers. His gaze darkened, the warmth in his eyes fading into something unreadable. His jaw tightened, tension carved into the sharp line of his features. Then, without a word, he reached out, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek, wiping away a trace of moisture I hadn’t realized was there. "You’re still just a child." His voice was soft, almost fond, yet distant, as if weighed down by something unseen. "Dad!" I protested, a frustrated grunt escaping me. "I’m not lying—" "You aren’t." His response was immediate, steady. "I trust you." I blinked, caught off guard by the certainty in his tone. But before I could say another word, he sat back down, his expression grim, unreadable. "Dad believes you," he repeated, then shifted his gaze toward Gr
Hades, The blood took its lazy time to drip off my fingers, thick and sluggish, as if reluctant to part from my skin. The scent of iron, sharp and overpowering, filled the air, mingling with the damp stench of the dungeon. A normal person would have gagged, their stomach twisting in protest at the carnage, but for me, the sensation was intoxicating. A slow grin spread across my lips as I stared down at the pathetic excuse of a man before me. His body trembled, weak and broken, yet his lips remained stubbornly sealed. Fool. I admired his resilience—briefly. Soon, he would learn that in my presence, silence was a luxury he could not afford. "You are a stubborn one," I mused, dragging a bloodstained chair across the stone floor. The sound screeched through the darkness, sending an involuntary shiver through his battered frame. The sight was almost amusing. "I like it." I dropped into the chair, crossing one leg over the other, my crimson eyes gleaming like a predator savoring
She stumbled onto her bed as my steps grew faster toward her. There was something about her—her scent, her eyes, and her… hot features. My desire to touch her smooth legs, bite her lips, and strangle her until she cried felt so strong. My eyes glowed in this dimly lit room, Knox perfectly in sync with my thoughts of claiming her right away. I felt struck—I felt lost in her beautiful eyes. She looked taken aback. She was scared. That look satisfied me. They said she was deadly. I loved when strong people showed vulnerability in front of me. My hand almost reached her face, the scent growing thicker and more aphrodisiac. My body nearly reacted strangely to her scent until— “Hades?” Her cold, honey-dripping voice cut through my daze, my nearly lost mind. Knox purred louder when she called my name. This was the first time someone had called my first name. Even my family didn’t dare. “It’s been a while.” I composed myself. Her voice felt like a sweet hangover soup, slapping me
Elysia -The tension in the room thickened like storm clouds before a downpour. Hades stood before me, broad and commanding, his crimson eyes burning with something possessive, something dangerous. But what he said next made my breath hitch—only for a moment before I masked it behind indifference. A slow smirk curled on my lips, though my chest tightened with something sharp and bitter. Fate is cruel. I folded my arms, tilting my head. "You want me to help you find her just so you can reject her?" Hades’s gaze didn’t waver. "Yes." The words hit harder than I expected, but I refused to let it show. Instead, I let out a soft chuckle, shaking my head. "You’re serious?" "Completely." I took a step forward, deliberately slow, watching him, studying him. His body tensed subtly, his wolf on alert. He doesn’t even realize, does he? "You don’t even know who she is," I murmured, my voice dipping into something amused, taunting. "And yet, you’ve already decided to throw her away?"
Gamma Celeriac, "Master! Xavier is here!" Aurora, my lifelong companion and one of the most trusted individuals by my side, entered the room with her usual grace. Behind her, a man followed—his aura alone enough to shift the air in the chamber. Xavier Hunter. My right hand. His imposing figure moved with calculated precision, his dark eyes sharp and unreadable. He carried an air of authority, his features impassive as always. The faintest hint of tension clung to his posture, but only someone who knew him well—like me—would notice it. "Master," he greeted, his voice a steady, controlled monotone. "It’s been a while." I stood before the massive window, my gaze fixed on the view outside. The world appeared serene, bathed in soft, golden hues, yet the peace was nothing more than an illusion. Beneath that calm surface, we all knew the truth—this world had long since become a twisted version of what it was meant to be. A mockery of balance. "Sit down, Xavier," I instructed, no
Elysia - Caroline Smith wailed behind me as I walked past the Moonlit garden of Alpha Residence. The Main Packhouse was crowded with people. However, her little tantrum seemed to have gotten everyone's attention. How did I end up here? I wondered. Half an hour ago, The golden chandeliers of the Alpha Residence cast an ethereal glow over the grand hall, illuminating the swirling silks and velvets of noblewomen as they paraded through the celebration. Voices melded together in a chorus of pleasantries, political maneuvering hidden beneath layers of forced smiles and practiced courtesies. I moved through the crowd with quiet precision, my military uniform a stark contrast against the soft pastels and embroidered finery. Whispers followed in my wake, some admiring, others envious. But none of it mattered. I was used to it. After being Luna of this Pack, the period of my ruling taught me a lot including people's distinctive jealousy towards me. However, today I was here not as
Hades Wraithborn was supposed to meet me before coming here. But he didn’t. Not that I expected him to. He was a man of ill repute, notorious for his ruthlessness. It was only natural. Yet, as Jonathan’s voice echoed through the grand hallway, I felt numb. The past crept into my mind like an old, dust-covered film reel spinning to life, playing memories I wished to forget. "What did you do to her?" Jonathan’s voice thundered through the hall as he rushed to Carolina’s side. Her frail form crumpled against him, her sobs delicate yet deliberate. "I’m sorry, Jonathan! It’s all my fault! I should have understood that only a strong woman could be Luna. I just… I just wanted her to be a little kinder to me!" Her voice wavered, high and childlike, an affectation that sent an uncomfortable shiver down my spine. I wasn’t sure how others felt, but I could barely suppress my disgust. A grown woman speaking like an innocent child was nothing short of nauseating. "How dare you!" Jonath
Carolina, I moved through the halls of the compound, my heart heavy with bitterness and a quiet fury that had been building for months. Jonathan. His name was enough to make my blood boil. He had used me, discarded me, and now he barely even spared me a glance. I wasn’t even worth the title of Luna, not that I had wanted it anymore. But that didn’t stop the anger that still simmered beneath the surface. He had rejected me, abandoned me, for power. For the same ambition that had consumed him all these years. Tonight had been different, though. Jonathan had been drunk, lost in his own arrogance, and I had used that to my advantage. My body had been my weapon, and I had used it to hurt him. It had been satisfying in a way, but it wasn’t enough. It never was. I had only ever wanted one thing: revenge. But even that felt hollow now. As I walked, my mind wasn’t focused on Jonathan anymore. I was thinking about what I’d heard earlier—a conversation that had caught my attention. It had
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,