Elysia, Black hair cascaded down her waist like silk, crimson eyes, and skin that looked like a shimmering pale moon in the distant sky. I was too astonished to say something as the lady in her navy blue gown walked towards us. Her smile resembled Hades', and for certain reasons, I knew who she was. "Hades! You were supposed to dance with me and let me meet my savior! You traitor!" Hades grinned. But before answering her question, his long arm slipped behind me, holding me by my waist. "Sorry, Halia! I think I found the right person who deserves the first dance!" My eyes widened as I turned towards him with a confused, tilted head. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, trying to slip away from his grip around my back. But his grip tightened as he looked straight into my eyes. "Let me introduce her, Halia. This is Commander Elysia Celeriac, the woman who saved you and your little pups!" "Oh my!" Halia gasped. "That was quite rude of me." She approached me with her charmi
"Sir Wraithborn! It's inappropriate! Please—!" My voice was barely audible as I tried to move away from him. Ella stirred up. No matter how much we tried to avoid the mate bond, we couldn't. The spiraling heartbeat felt like a huge fan of this situation. Hades's eyes sharpened with his lips pressing on my shoulder. "You shouldn't have run away from there! You made me worried!" Worried? He was worried about me? "I apologize!" I tightened the grip around my body. "Please don't cross the line here," I muttered, pulling myself together. My lips quivered as he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him. "You don't seem to have any fever! Your wolf is fine. Then what happened?" I looked at him, shyness creeping onto my face. "I apologize for that sudden action—" "No!" He cut in smoothly. "It happened before as well. You seemed to lose consciousness every time I—" And I heard nothing. It was like a short circuit. I felt the world collapsing again, so closely, like it was turning u
I was confused—about the entire situation. I mean, what she wanted. If she had bestowed upon me a second chance, it could be as simple as living life in a different way. But her intentions behind my resurrection were clear and loud. She was trying to use me. But for what? And that book? Knowledge? It felt like I heard about it before. The thought churned in my mind, heavy and relentless, threatening to pull me under like a current."You okay?" Hades's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, making me jolt slightly. My eyes snapped up, meeting his—red and magnetic, a gaze that seemed to strip me bare. The suffocating weight of his presence pressed against me, yet there was something unusual about him this time. He wrapped his suit around me, his fingers barely grazing my skin, but the warmth of his body heat lingered on the fabric. The usual arrogance and ruthlessness were missing from his expression. It was unsettling. "I am fine. I apologize!" I tried to stand up, but my kn
Upon returning home, my first course of action was to seek out my father. He was occupied, immersed in the unfolding chaos surrounding Alpha Wraithborn. The situation had escalated beyond expectation—who knew what course events would take next?Yet, my mind wandered elsewhere. First, to my mother. My father owed me answers, and I was determined to understand his perspective. But there was something about Hecate’s words that I could not accept—my supposed tragic fate.If I neither wed nor allied myself with him, the outcome would surely change. However, she had not spoken of my father’s fate shifting. My doom? I could accept a thousand deaths. But my father—he had to live. He was my foundation, my dearest companion, my family. He had sacrificed everything for my happiness. Hecate despised him. She would not yield so easily.Yet, in her animosity, I had glimpsed something valuable. She desired me—she wished for my return. That meant I held something that could serve as her weakness.
The declaration of war between the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack and the Black Shadow Wolf Pack came directly from Hades Wraithborn himself through the Alpha Council Association—unyielding and absolute. I was appalled. My conscience gnawed at me, whispering that I had failed once again to prevent this looming catastrophe. Yet, as I tried to piece together the puzzle, a single question loomed over my mind: Why would Hecate grant me another chance and ruin everything? Why was she targeting us out of nowhere? Alpha Hornet would die two years later. But if he had sold his soul, would he still die two years later?And if history was supposed to repeat and she would be the reason for this... What did she want from me? And the Moon Goddess—why did she remain silent? Her role was to oversee balance, yet her absence felt unnatural, almost deliberate. The greatest shock, however, lay in the fact that this time, it was the Black Shadow Wolf Pack that had declared war. In my previous life, it
Vindictive or not, the moment those words left my mouth, the entire room understood what they truly desired. Jonathan on the frontline. We, werewolves, adhere to strict laws in times of war. It is the Alpha’s duty to lead his pack into battle, provided he remains of sound mind and good health. Should he prove incapable, then a new Alpha must be appointed without hesitation. And yet, none of us were naïve. Alpha Hornet was no fool—he would not have provoked a pack as formidable as the Black Shadow Wolf Pack without some hidden strategy in place. In my past life, my father—Gamma of our pack, renowned as an indomitable force—had sworn an oath to protect Jonathan, the heir, and had stood steadfastly beside Alpha Hornet. I, too, had been at the heart of Jonathan’s training, forging him into a warrior fit for succession. That, of course, had only served to make things easier for Alpha Hornet. But did he truly believe we would tread the same path as before? How foolish. "Comm
I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Hades Wraithborn approached, each step measured, deliberate, like a predator closing in on his prey. His sleek black fur-lined coat billowed behind him, its hem sweeping over the frost-laced ground. Beneath it, his half-buttoned shirt exposed the sculpted planes of his chest—a silent testament to his strength. But there was no warmth in him. The smirk tugging at his lips carried only malice, and his crimson eyes, gleaming like blood caught in moonlight, held nothing but raw hatred. For the first time, he made no effort to mask it. He wanted me to see it. “Hades Wraithborn,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my stomach. My steps were slow but purposeful as I edged toward the cliffside, the jagged rocks below a cruel reminder of my precarious position. “Commander Celeriac.” His voice was a venomous drawl, each syllable laced with disdain. “I never thought you would be foolish enough to step into my domain uninvited
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
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.