"No, no, no. Where are they?" I ran to the bookshelf that laid empty now. Once again. Nola came behind me, a glass of milk in her hand. "Alpha had them moved." "Why? What did I do now?" "You did nothing. He just had all your belongings moved," she said simply, her face devoid of any emotion. My eyes widened, and I ran to the closet, pulling the doors open and as expected, finding it all vacant. "Why?" I whined, panic pushing up my chest. "Is he sending me back to being a slave?" "No." She shook her head. "He's sending you to his room." "Wat?" I stilled, my mouth gaping. "Yeah," Nola replied, a hint of playfulness stretching her lips. "I was surprised too when he called and told us to move your belongings in his room." "Why didn't you say that before?" "I just wanted to play with you a little." I stared at her for a second, not being able to believe that she was capable of doing this. Then I shook my head, and a chuckle slipped my lips. "You had me." She laughed too, red wi
Hades didn't return to his room that night let alone his bed. I did fall asleep though. Had a nightmare of a never-ending fall at the bottom of a sea. When I woke up the next morning, Hades was there. He wasn't watching, but he already knew given by the brief pause of his movements. He was getting suited up for the day. The memories from last night struck back, and the tension in the air strained. I was embarrassed for ruining the moment, and therefore couldn't master up the gut to get up and face him. I didn't have to lay there pretending for long because he was gone. Again. Without a word. I couldn't blame him though. But I was out of the bed in a heartbeat, rushing to the window. The view from it gave a perfect scenery of the front door and the driveway, and my heart literally begged to get a glimpse of his parting figure because there was no possibility I'd see him again tonight. But the sadness sparked into curiosity when two cloaked men accompanied by Garett and my bodygua
"You lied." Hades glared at me walking into the waiting room. "I did.""Do you have the slightest idea what it could do to you if the lie was any more graver?" "More pain?" I counter-questioned, swallowing down the incessant ache that spread throughout my veins and tortured without a pause. Though it was mild, it still hurt. "It could fucking kill you!" He shot towards me, growling at my face as if that was the most aggravating thing to even think about in his mind. A warm sensation swept over me. "You would be spared of me then," I whispered. The skin between his brows creased infinitesimally in displeasure. "I can say the same thing about you." Being spared of him? By letting him be framed wrongly? Maybe even taken down? I wasn't that kind of a person. And... deep down, crazily enough, I didn't wanna be spared from him. I couldn't even stand the thought. "I couldn't let you be punished for something you didn't do." "Can you say you don't have your doubts?" he challenged. He
I shot up, slapping the bedside lamp on. My frantic eyes steered all around Mrs Galakir's guestroom, spotting no one. Breathing heavy, I sat there a little longer. My heart was a fast beating mess. I shook my head for overthinking and turned, reaching for the switch. The lights turned off, conveying the room back to the darkness. Though slivers of street lights coming from outside didn't leave the space all to the shadows. Turning around, my heart jumped out of my chest as two pitch black eyes stared back at me from inches away, the coldness radiating off them chilling my bones. The scream that escaped my lips didn't even feel like it belonged to me. Not waiting for him to swoop me away or do something bad, I turned again, slamming my hand back on the switch. The room lit up, and... There was no more a set of black eyes. The door to the room flung open, revealing a distressed Mrs Galakir. She scanned around in a furious motion, before her eyes landed on me, her light hair sticking
"How was the relationship between lord Cain and his brother Mendez?" I had asked Mrs Galakir that night. After my heated conversation with the new vampire lord, I couldn't shake off the feeling that there might be more than what met the eye. There might be betrayal of blood, greed of power and a rift between brotherhood. "They were good except a few disagreements here and there," Mrs Galakir had answered. "A couple years ago lord Cain punished lord Mendez over something, but it wasn't big. Even if it was, the family didn't let it slip out into the world." It might've even been anger built-up over the years. I wished I could talk to Hades right now. He'd know what to do. I couldn't even let go of the feeling that I might've pushed him in a deeper trouble by provoking the vampire lord. He had been inimical towards Hades from the beginning, now I probably made it worse. I couldn't sleep the whole night with all the disturbing thoughts circling my head relentlessly. Then there was th
Just when I thought I couldn't breathe anymore, the door was ripped off, and strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me out of the car. He dragged me a few meters away before lowering us on the ground and bracing me with himself. A blasting sound deafened me for a moment before my ears started to ring. "Gisele, look at me. Look here. Look me in the eye." I did as told. I gazed at his piercing silvers, forgetting all my pains for a fleeting moment. "Breath. Breath as deep as you can." I did that too, filling my lungs with a much needed supply of oxygen. "Now I want you to kiss me." My gaze shifted to his busted lips but still as plump and pink. They parted in anticipation and sheer lust. "Come on," he encouraged, the timbre of his voice low and inviting. I couldn't wait anymore. I closed the gap in-between and pressed my lips to his hot ones. They felt like a distraction, tasted like elixir. The way they moved against mines, then the subtle brush of his tongue, I might as well
"It's too bitter," I whined, tilting my head away from the soup Nola made me. Since the pack doctor suggested last night while he grimly put my two broken fingers in a cast that kale could ensure a quick recovery according to its health benefits, Nola made it her mission to feed me just that first thing in the morning. When she was unsuccessful, she resorted to her ultimate weapon. "Bitter works better," Hades replied while literally pushing the spoon through my lips. "No." I furrowed my brows from the unfamiliarity of those words. "You just made it up, didn't you?""I did." My eyes widened. How conceited could he be to admit that even?I stuck my tongue out at him. "It's not gonna work on me."He stared at me for a few seconds, a ghost of an amusement dancing in the corner of his lips. "In that case," he put down the bowl on the bedside table and reached into his suit jacket, "I might have to bribe you." I frowned again when he pulled his hand out of his inner breast pocket. A
I closed the book with a thump, not being able to concentrate. I had been trying to distract myself for the past half an hour with no luck. I didn't want to think about the answer my mind was undoubtedly cooking in the back of my mind. I did ask myself the question as Nola requested. Did I love Hades? At first the answer came out as maybe, and a part of me smacked me in the head and said, 'How can you possibly love someone who had been hating you, torturing you, and now keeping your father as hostage?' It made sense. I couldn't. But then another part in me sat back and started reminiscing all the time he saved me, all the kisses we shared, and all the feels that flooded through my veins at his proximity. The answer began to lean more to the yes side, and dread filled my insides. Shaking my head, I put the book on the bedside table, and a piece of paper flew off of somewhere, landing on the floor. My brows furrowed with confusion as I leaned over the side of the bed and picked it