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
The scent of burning tobacco filled the air, thick and suffocating, as Dad and I were standing in the corner of the hall room. It clung to my senses, mixing with the heavy musk of dominance that always surrounded Alpha Hornet. The flickering lanterns cast restless shadows along the walls, making the dimly lit lounge feel smaller than it was. The crowd was all busy with their own discussions. It wasn’t a secret that Alpha Hornet was furious with me—and with his once-obedient son, who had suddenly defied him. Being the Alpha’s son’s assistant had always meant something significant. It was more than just a title; it was a promise of status, a guarantee that I would one day become Luna. I had worked for that recognition, and my father had supported me, knowing how much power it held. But something had changed. Someone was rewriting the past. Jonathan never spoke of Carolina before—not until I was already carrying his child. He had been so focused on having a child with me, keeping
The air in the meeting hall was thick, suffocating, as if the very walls pressed down upon us, demanding submission. But I refused to yield. The weight of my decision settled in the room, a presence of its own, lingering like an inescapable reality. I clenched my fists at my sides, nails digging into my palm, grounding myself. The tension in my muscles coiled tightly, yet I stood unwavering as I lifted my chin, meeting the cold, calculating gaze of Alpha Hornet—the man who had made me toil endlessly for his son, forcing me to bear the brunt of his failures. His reaction was immediate. His face contorted, disbelief flashing first, followed by irritation, the kind that simmered beneath the surface, restrained yet unmistakable. “I choose the secret mission, Alpha,” I declared, my voice steady, unwavering. A sharp silence followed, as if the very air had been sucked out of the room. Jonathan inhaled sharply beside me. When I flicked my gaze toward him, I caught something unexpec
The moment I faced Jonathan, a wave of disgust, anger, and loathing crashed over me. But it wasn’t the kind of conflicted rage that made me question whether I had ever loved him. No—what I once felt for him had been mad, blind devotion. And now? Nothing but contempt. Yet, the irony of my heart lay elsewhere. The moment my eyes landed on Hades Wraithborn, walking into the grand hall with another woman draped on his arm, I was stunned. It felt like a slap across my face, delivered with his sheer arrogance. A silent, unspoken promise between us—broken. A wound I hadn't even acknowledged until now—ripped open. Finding a mate? Hah. If that’s what he was after, I would stay far away. As I should have from the very beginning. But then, why did this betrayal sting? Why did it twist in my chest like a knife—sharp and merciless? I had killed for this scumbag next to me. I had stained my hands with blood—my own hands—only to stand beside a man who had never deserved me. A voice pul
I could feel his heartbeat against my back. Not even an inch separated us. The moment his deep voice echoed in my ears and his broad chest became an unyielding wall behind me, the mate bond roared to life, spreading heat through my veins as if I were falling into a firepit. But unfortunately, Hades couldn’t feel it. No, I should say—fortunately. "Seems like it’s a trap, isn’t it?" His whisper brushed against my ear, his warm breath making me flinch. "Wh-What?" I stammered, turning to face him. Big mistake. I barely had a second to react before my forehead brushed against his lips. My breath hitched. My hands flew up in reflex, pressing against my burning skin, but it did nothing to cool the heat crawling up my neck. Hades blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting me to turn. His grip on the rogue’s neck loosened just enough for the bastard to lunge at me from behind. "GRR!" His claws tore through my uniform. But— "Such a nuisance." The impact was instant
His chest pressed against mine, his arms snaking around my waist. Our bodies almost collided inside the thick foliage as the muffled sound of footsteps grew closer. Two guards roamed the area, their sharp eyes scanning the darkness, desperately searching for the source of the sound I had accidentally made. I held my breath. Through the small gaps between the leaves, I could see their boots treading dangerously close. Just one more step—one wrong move—and they would see Hades’s back. “Maybe just some animals. I can’t see anyone here. No scents, either,” one of the guards muttered in frustration. “That makes sense. Who would come here when everyone is in the ballroom?” They hesitated for a moment before turning around. Only when their footsteps faded did I realize how tightly my lungs had been caged. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, and my muscles finally loosened. Then, it hit me. I was still in Hades’s grasp. I flinched. “Ah—” My voice barely made it past my throat. “Let’
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,