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
Elysia,"It's your fault. It's your fault!!!" The scream of that foreign voice rang in my head, but it started fading as an unfamiliar heat spread through my body. It wasn’t the kind of heat that came with despair—it was something else. Something primal. It felt like my wolf was in heat, an overwhelming sensation that drowned my thoughts and left me feeling weak and hypnotized. The voice still lingered, however, like a ghost whispering through my bones, keeping my body tense despite the feverish need crawling under my skin. Was it Stella? The witch Hades loved? It felt different, but why did I hate her so much? The way her voice dripped with affection when calling his name made my stomach twist. Jealousy? What a ridiculous feeling. I didn’t even like Hades—at least, that’s what I had convinced myself. The mate bond was the only thing between us, this unbearable force keeping me tethered to him. My body craved him, but my mind resisted. And yet, the moment I heard that voice,
I woke up to warmth—too much warmth. A strong arm was locked around my waist, and the steady rise and fall of someone’s chest pressed firmly against my back. My entire body felt caged, a solid wall of heat surrounding me, and for a moment, confusion clouded my mind. Then the scent of fire, pine, and something darkly intoxicating filled my senses. Hades. My heart lurched painfully before I even opened my eyes. The memories of last night rushed in. Yeah, we marked each other and crossed all the limits we were supposed not to. I felt our mate bond throbbing. I felt the connection between us.I tried shifting, attempting to put some space between us, but the arm around me tightened, pulling me impossibly closer. "Where do you think you're going?" His voice was thick with sleep, low and rough, sending a shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard. "I—I wasn’t going anywhere." He hummed in response, the sound vibrating against my back as his breath ghosted over my neck. Before I
Certainly, The changes between us felt overwhelming, a shift neither of us had fully prepared for. Both of us carried dominant wolves within us, and the strength of our mate bond made our possessiveness clash like two opposing magnetic forces. It was an invisible tug-of-war, unspoken yet felt in every interaction. What surprised me the most, however, was Hades' unwavering stance on the matter. He hadn’t once expressed regret or hesitation about what had transpired. There was no guilt, no reluctance—only certainty. Yet, a lingering worry remained in my heart. I wanted to be a mother. And he didn’t. The golden morning sunlight streamed through the wide windows, casting warm streaks of light across the dining room. The atmosphere was serene, almost deceptively so, considering the turmoil still lingering in my heart. Hades and I were preparing breakfast together, something that hadn’t happened in days. Since that night, we hadn’t left the bed much, consumed by the hunger of our
Hades’ POV, "Which part of my body said that I didn't like you?" The words left my mouth sharper than I intended, but damn it—I meant them. Elysia froze, her eyes wide, lips parting in shock. She hadn’t expected me to snap, and frankly, neither had I. But how could she even think I didn’t want her? I took a step closer, and she leaned back instinctively, almost as if she thought I’d lose control again. That flicker of fear gutted me. Slowly, deliberately, I crouched down in front of her chair so I wasn’t looming over her anymore. I wanted her to see me—really see me. "Is it my face?" I asked quietly, voice softer now. "My mouth? My eyes? Because every time I look at you, they only do one thing—follow you like a lovesick idiot." She blinked rapidly, clearly thrown off by my sudden change in tone. "Or maybe it’s my hands." I reached up and gently wrapped my fingers around hers resting on her lap. "You think these hands would spend hours cooking for you, holding you, fighting for
Elysia, "I will be back for dinner!" His voice was warm yet firm as he pressed a feathery kiss against my mark. The familiar sensation sent shivers down my spine, but before I could fully savor it, he had already grabbed his suitcase. "Another town visit?" I asked while fixing his tie, my fingers smoothing over the fabric with practiced ease. "Yes. We must find those parts of the book!" His eyes gleamed with determination as he allowed me to adjust the knot properly. "I will let you know if I find the wizard or witch nearby!" I gave a quiet nod, his scent wrapping around me like a comforting embrace. Just standing this close to him made me crave his presence even more. "Be home early. I will wait for you," I murmured, my voice softer than I intended. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips before he stole a quick kiss. "Okay, I am off!" I followed him to the main entrance, my steps slow as I watched him leave. Alex was already waiting by the doorway with the car, standing
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.