The God King’s Stolen Bride

That night at the Holy Banquet, the Arrow of Desire struck both the divine prince Cassius, a descendant of Zeus, and his father, Theron.

If they didn’t mate before the moon set, their divine power would implode, shattering their very essence.

In my past life, I had secretly loved Cassius for ten whole years.

So, when he grabbed me, his body burning up, I didn't say no.

After one wild night, I was carrying his thunder-blooded child and successfully married into the divine palace.

But after the wedding, he was ice-cold to me.

He was convinced I had stolen the Arrow of Desire, all for the sake of marrying into divinity.

Even after I gave him children, he never claimed me as his wife before the gods.

He saved all his tenderness for his one true love—the holy maiden Lyra, who was forced to marry into the Sea Realm and eventually died in a storm.

Later, I was branded as "jealous and wicked," scorned by all of divine kind.

So when my children’s overwhelming lightning magic went out of control, no one came to help.

My babies and I were consumed by that arcane tempest.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the night he was shot.

The young divine prince Cassius, burning with heat, reached out to me with desperate hunger.

But high up on the throne...

His father, Theron—the beautiful, ruthless God King who had ruled for centuries—was also losing the battle against his own searing desire.

Everyone expected me to throw myself into Cassius’s arms.

But this time, I gathered my skirts, strode past him, and sat right on the God King’s lap.

...

"This is bad, Selene! The arrow's poison is burning through the Prince's sanity!"

The High Priestess’s panicked voice rang in my ears. I broke into a cold sweat.

My chest tightened. The agony of being torn apart by wild magic was still seared into my bones.

The horrible image of my two babies crying out in divine fire still haunted my eyes.

"Someone shot the Arrow of Desire at the banquet! The Prince is in agony! He must mate before the moon sets..."

Hearing this, my mind instantly cleared.

This High Priestess—she was banished right after I married Cassius in my past life. I never saw her again.

So right now... it was the night both Cassius and his father got shot?

I was reborn.

I took two steps back and looked at the door to Cassius’s bedroom.

I could hear muffled groans of pain. It was the sound of his divinity fracturing.

In my past life, I rushed in without a second thought.

But this time...

"Summon a Pegasus. Go to the Sea Realm and bring Lyra back right now," I ordered. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. I fought back tears and forced my voice to remain steady. "She is his true love. He needs her."

The Priestess opened her mouth, about to argue.

"Go!" I snapped. "This is an oracle! Any longer and Cassius will die!"

Watching her run off, I finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In my past life, at the High Priestess’s urging, I had rushed into Cassius’s room.

I never expected him to drag me onto his bed so roughly.

I had loved him for years. Seeing him tortured by the Arrow, I was so worried that I let him strip my clothes off.

When his lips moved down my neck, my chest, and lower... I didn't push him away.

The Priestess thought the feeling was mutual and simply walked away.

That crazy night left me pregnant with a god's child.

Our wedding was rushed.

I thought we were meant to be. I didn't know it was the start of hell.

It took me five years to realize Cassius only felt disgust and suspicion toward me.

He firmly believed I shot the Arrow of Desire just to marry him.

He hated me for tearing him away from the woman he loved.

He was so cold, mocking that my children didn't deserve his blood, and even banned them from seeing him.

He never acknowledged me in public.

Five hundred years into our marriage, his magic lost control. My children and I died.

When the wild magic hit, my babies were still holding my legs tightly, but the next second, their cute faces were swallowed by golden lightning.

I touched my chest. A trace of my old love for him lingered, but the memory of being torn apart by his power was far stronger.

Never again.

I slowly walked toward a heavily guarded inner hall, untying the silk ribbons of my robe.

I remembered that Theron, the God King who ruled for centuries, was also shot by the Arrow.

Rumor had it that Theron was cursed by the Abyss and could no longer have children. That was why he only had one heir.

Because of this, Cassius was the absolute next in line.

But what if, this time, Theron had a few more kids?

The heavy doors slowly opened for me.

I could hear the splashing of the holy spring inside. Theron’s brow was furrowed with raw, violent lust.

His black armor was half off, clinging to his chiseled torso.

Our eyes locked across the steaming water.

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Then, he pulled me hard into his arms, right into a storm of lightning.