The chilling sensation crept within me when I turned my head. I felt Ella growing so aggressive inside me that she was ready to shift and run away. However, despite everything, we couldn't let her shift—no matter what. But when my attention shifted from the hand to the figure looming over me, my body froze. My hair stood on end, a chill running down my spine. "What the fuck is that?" I felt my stomach twist with disgust. Its face was twisted and decayed, flesh peeling away to reveal jagged teeth and hollow, sunken eyes. It wasn’t human. It was a werewolf. And I was pretty sure by then what Hades meant by being forever caged in this place. It was something else. The witch—whoever had set this fucking trap—was making werewolves stuck here. They ended up looking like zombies or whatever the hell this was. It was pure hell. "S-Save me!" A chillingly eerie voice came from it. I kicked the hand away and tried to stand up abruptly. However, my body wasn’t responding to me when the
“It’s a wizard, right?” I followed Hades as he moved forward, his steps weak and slow, his gaze scanning the surroundings. “Yes. But it could also be a witch.” His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Hecate usually preys on weak young females, especially those who have lost their purpose in life.” A chill ran down my spine. His words carried an unsettling weight. Hades glanced at me before pushing the door open. “Elysia?” “Yes?” I turned toward him, catching the intensity in his gaze. “You should trust yourself more.” His tone was softer than usual, lacking its usual coldness. “Loving someone is hard, but that doesn’t mean you have to keep prioritizing others over yourself. Move on. Find someone who will love you.” I froze, my eyes widening slightly. It wasn’t just his words that surprised me—it was the warmth laced within them. A bitter chuckle slipped from my lips. “And what about you? Why haven’t you found someone else?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “Having a
Holding the first aid box, I stepped into the dimly lit living room, where Hades sat hunched over an old, tattered book. His fingers traced the faded ink on its brittle pages, his brows furrowed in concentration. The air smelled of parchment and the lingering scent of dried blood. "We've got two out of ten," he murmured, barely noticing my presence. "Who knows where the rest are hidden?" "Lay down," I instructed, my voice firm. Hades finally looked up, exhaustion dulling his usually sharp gaze. His expression twisted with confusion. "Excuse me?" I lifted the first aid box. "Take your clothes off and lay down," I repeated. For a moment, he simply stared. Then, with a low chuckle, he pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his sculpted chest and the deep gashes along his back. The wounds were still raw, streaked with dried blood and torn flesh. "They were originally werewolves," Hades continued, shifting slightly as he settled on the couch. "Those who tried to kill him. It
The flickering light from the television cast a warm glow on the dimly lit living room. Hades and Elysia sat close to each other on the couch, their bodies unconsciously gravitating toward one another. A comfortable silence hung between them, interrupted only by the sounds of laughter coming from the American comedy show playing on the screen. Hades felt something soft press against his shoulder. He turned slightly and found Elysia, completely engrossed in the show, stuffing handfuls of popcorn into her mouth with an amused grin. Her eyes sparkled with childlike joy, and for some reason, an unfamiliar warmth spread through his chest. It was strange—watching her like this, so carefree and happy, made him feel something foreign, something dangerously close to contentment. His hand instinctively reached for her waist, pulling her closer. Elysia shot him a glance but didn't move away. Instead, she grinned and refocused on the television, laughing at a joke. It didn’t seem odd to eithe
After Hades left to take care of some business, I found myself sitting with Ruby, who had no hesitation in calling me her mother. The ease with which she said it unsettled me, but what shocked me even more was how she had managed to find me in the first place. She sat beside me, nibbling on cookies, her small legs swinging back and forth as if she had no care in the world. Her bright eyes sparkled with innocence, yet something about her words hinted at an awareness far beyond her years. "So, Ruby! Where have you been till now?" I asked, reaching out to gently run my fingers through her soft hair. "With Mother and Father!" she responded casually, biting off another piece of her cookie. I paused, my fingers stilling in her hair. "Mother and Father? You mean your parents?" "Yes!" She nodded, her expression bright as if this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Then how did you find me? And why are you calling me your mommy?" She pouted, her lower lip trembling slightly
Hades,I had a gut feeling that Elysia wasn’t just a normal werewolf with human blood in her veins. After witnessing her demon blood magic, it was clear she was far more than an extraordinary wolf with unique abilities. And now, she had a dragon pet? Honestly, when I first saw Ruby, I didn’t give it much thought. I assumed it was some magical construct, the kind of dark magic creation that sorcerers conjured for their twisted entertainment. The Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack had always been eccentric when it came to strange, mystical things. It wouldn’t have surprised me if they had created some illusion or odd magical beast. But a hybrid dragon? That was absolutely impossible. The weight of the revelation pressed against my mind as I tried to piece everything together. Was she even fully aware of what she was? Did she know the power she carried in her blood? I didn’t know what frightened me more—the idea that she might be hiding it or the possibility that she was as clueless as the
Elysia,When I woke up, it felt like someone had injected burning lava into my veins, searing every ounce of my body mercilessly. The pain was so strong, so real—like a fire’s kiss, turning my limbs to ashes. My body felt frozen, detached from my nerves. I tried to open my eyes, to understand what was happening to me. But I failed miserably. Someone had glued a blindfold over my eyes, while my hands and legs were tied behind my back with something I couldn’t comprehend. Was I on my knees or actually bound to something? I couldn't get any answers. My body was too detached from my mind to understand what was happening. All I felt was that I was above something—something hot like fire. I smelled the scent of charcoal and the burning stench of my own body, as if every single cell was turning to ash. I couldn't reach Ella or Ruby. It was all dark and suffocating. And then, to my absolute horror and confusion, a sharp scream tore through the air. The voice belonged to a woman, her
Hades,The chill crawled under my skin as I realized she was nowhere to be found. Not just Elysia—Ruby was missing too. A sharp, unsettling fear gripped my chest, an unfamiliar weakness I despised. My first rule, the one I swore never to break, suddenly felt insignificant. Never expose my original form in the human world. But I had no choice. I shifted without hesitation, my wings stretching against the wind, the dark red aura radiating from my body as I took flight. The countryside was mercifully empty at this hour; otherwise, I would have been seen. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered if I lost her. I scanned the land below, my gaze sweeping over rivers, fortresses, and every shadowed corner that met my sight. My senses were heightened, my mind sharp, yet I found no trace of her. Dread clawed at my chest, an emotion I had long since buried, one I refused to name. By the time I circled the woods, my attention shifted to a vast field of dandelions and wild roses. In the daylig
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,