For her better treatment and comfortable stay, I decided to discharge her from the hospital. With this decision, I decided to go somewhere where I should have from the beginning. To her father, Gamma Celeriac. The journey from the hospital to my residence was a blur. Each passing moment felt like an eternity. Elysia’s body remained still in my arms, her breathing shallow, as if the weight of the world had pressed down on her fragile form. I could barely concentrate on the road, my mind consumed by the burning guilt that gnawed at my insides. Every beat of my heart seemed to echo the torment I felt for what I had done to her. I had broken her. I had broken her in a way that couldn’t easily be undone. She misunderstood the entire situation but the pain I caused was unforgivable. As I entered my residence, the doors slammed open with a force that rattled the stone walls. I strode through the entrance with purpose, my every step heavy with the weight of responsibility. The pack me
Elysia,How did I end up like this? How did my strength suddenly drain from every inch of my body, leaving me hollow and weak? I stood frozen, my vision blurred, my breath unsteady. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. Ruby—the tiny, strange-looking creature—was burning two bodies. A sickening wave of nausea crashed over me. My stomach twisted painfully, and the next moment, I doubled over, vomiting onto the ground. My entire body trembled, cold sweat forming on my skin. My heart pounded erratically, my mind spinning. I had been drugged. My body ached in ways I couldn’t explain. And now, my pet—my gentle, affectionate Ruby—was burning human bodies as if it had been waiting for this moment. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breathing ragged. My stomach clenched again when I saw the flickering flames reflecting in Ruby’s round, teary eyes. Ella, my wolf, stirred inside me, but she felt weak, distant. It was as if something was preventing her from reaching me
"How are you feeling right now?" Dad asked gently, his voice laced with worry as he held a spoonful of porridge before my lips. The strong scent of herbs filled the air, making my stomach churn slightly. I nodded quietly, unable to summon the strength to speak. My body felt drained, as if all the energy had been sucked out of me, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion. Even Ella was weak, her presence flickering in the back of my mind like a dimming candle. The results from my blood test had confirmed the worst. Those two people had not only injected me with an aphrodisiac but had also poisoned me with a slow-acting venom. A cruel, calculated toxin designed to kill me slowly if I did not receive the antidote in time. Their plan had been meticulous. Before attacking me, they had already decided my fate. First, they would violate me, shattering my soul, and then the poison would finish the job. Dad’s hand trembled slightly as he brought the spoon closer. His eyes, always so strong
Hades,“Alpha! The CCTV footage only captured the moment they followed Lady Elysia. After that, they vanished without a trace. All I could find after analyzing the data was that they were working in some bar downtown and had a few criminal records.” Carlos’ voice carried frustration as he relayed the information, but my attention remained fixed on the mirror before me. The white suit clung to my form, pristine yet suffocating. Since the moment she woke up, Elysia had refused to speak to me or even meet my gaze. The weight of her silence was heavier than any wound. I didn’t know how she had twisted the truth so terribly. According to her father, the drug in her system was lethal for an average wolf, which meant it could have induced vivid hallucinations. That must be the reason she believed she had been violated by those men—when, in reality, she had been with me. Yet, none of this made sense. The biggest mystery was why she was my mate in the first place. Carlos hesitated befo
I knew that if I wanted to claim her, I had to play the game on their terms. But the fact that Gamma Celeriac allowed me to leave with her, despite knowing that I needed her blood to lift my curse, made no sense. Still, I had no choice but to go along with it. A devil like me—someone who thrived on blood and chaos—had no boundaries, and it would be no different with her. As long as she gave me her blood, I would play the role of a gentleman. But the misunderstanding between us felt fatal. She had been touched only by me. No one else. I had thought I made that clear. And yet, she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making, one where I was the villain. This woman… "I don't know them!" Her voice rang out as she stood in front of a group of people who seemed genuinely concerned for her. Leaning against the car, I watched in silence, irritation flickering across my face. The way she reacted to them, as if they were strangers, made it clear—she had forgotten them. Or perhaps
Gamma Celeriac, "Master! You shouldn’t have left her with Hades Wraithborn!" Aurora’s voice was laced with urgency, her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. "If he really is King Davies’s son, Lady Elysia is in danger. Don’t you know he killed all the women of Carl-stron City?" Her concern was palpable, her golden eyes filled with unmasked worry. She had never supported my decision to send Elysia to the human world, let alone erase her memories. And now, with Hades Wraithborn involved, her unease had turned into outright desperation. But what other choice did I have? The Moon Goddess was the overseer. She knew Elysia’s words were true—she had been reborn. But it wasn’t by the will of fate. Or a second chance Elysia claimed. Hecate had done it, twisting destiny to claim her soul. Her soul , my daughter's soul was equal to mine. If she could get hers, who knew what destruction she would bring? And while Elysia had once defeated Hades Wraithborn, he had never truly di
Hades,"Boss! The client has accepted the termination proposal. They won’t ask for compensation, but in exchange, they want us to provide the exact goods to their different branches!" Alex Graham placed the termination letter on the table, his voice steady as he explained the details. He was a human—the caretaker of my villa in the human world. Unlike the rest of his kind, he had long known of my existence. "Good. It’s a fair deal," I muttered, clicking my tongue before grabbing another file. Then, without looking up, I asked, "Did she wake up?" Alex hesitated. "Not yet. My father said the amount of blood you took might have weakened her, but… he’s surprised that a human like her is still alive." A slow smirk tugged at my lips. *Human?* The Graham family had been my loyal guards for centuries, yet they still refused to believe in werewolves. They knew I was a vampire, but they assumed Elysia was just another mortal. I stood up, adjusting my sleeves. "Let’s meet her." Ale
Elysia,Strangely, both my father and Hades failed to erase my memories. As if their magic didn’t work at all. It was almost amusing to think about—two of the most powerful beings I knew, unable to manipulate my mind. But what unsettled me more was the sense of familiarity I felt in the human world. Standing on the rooftop of this unfamiliar house, I inhaled the scent of fresh grass and blooming flowers, the cool breeze brushing against my skin. There was something oddly peaceful about this place. Maybe it was my mother’s genes—her human blood running through me, making me feel connected to this world in a way I had never expected. One thing I had realized in this quiet moment was that life wasn’t so terrible if you didn’t spend every second consumed by revenge or pain. Darkness was everywhere, but if we allowed it to become our sole focus, we would never know what happiness truly felt like. “It feels nice,” I murmured, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The air carried
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.