The King's Mate

Chapter 1POV: King Hades Pierce“They were already making a step, My King,” Arlan – the second in command – eagerly revealed the news to him.King Hades’ forehead creased while he raised his eyebrow and directly looked at him. He was in the throne room thinking about something nonsense when Arlan graced him with his presence breaking the passive silence engulfing the entire room.“And so?” Hades asked mercilessly. His voice was pitch dark – without any sign of any emotion – and just plain blank and void.It was his typical reaction, though – having no reaction at all. He was trained to be at that without anyone else by his side. Bitterness crept on his tongue as it reached his stomach, which made him grit his teeth tightly. He didn’t want to do anything with this kind of feeling anymore. He was already done with all of it.“But your Majesty-” Arlan stopped stating

Chapter 3   POV: Someone A loud crashing of an antique vase broken on the floor echoed throughout the whole receiving room. Three tall and bulky men started to tremble as their eyes were laced with undeniable fear. Their heads bow down and their legs shake, for they knew that with one mistake their loving life was at stake – or worst, they had to say goodbye to it. “What the hell did you say?” A woman in her late forties was holding three sharp and long daggers in her hands, asked violently as she narrowed her eyes and looked at them with pure irritation and ferocity. The woman was sitting on the single black sofa wearing a silky delicate red maxi dress that flowed down and reached the floor – emphasizing her fair skin. It was paired with red three-inch pumps. Her straight light ash blonde hair flowed freely at her back. Her narrowed eyes were decorated with dark black mascara and black eyeliner that contoured and defined her gray

Chapter 5POV: Arlan     Dillion gave him a sign that all the packs were already complete. He sighed in relief as he looked at the vast quiet crowd gathered in the Great Hall, sitting at their designated tables ignoring other packs.His eyes slightly stopped towards the two anxious and well-driven packs sitting in the front row of the room.The Lunar Pack sat in the left side corner of the area – quietly and seriously talking at each other – and the Dark Wood Pack sitting on the right side of the room – who was intensely glaring at the former pack.Arlan disappointedly shook his head at the latter pack and went near the King to inform him.It was the day of the Pack Meeting. Even he, couldn’t comprehend what was in the King’s mind right now. He was also surprised as to why the King held the gathering inside his palace. It was the first time, and everyone was looking forward to his annou

Chapter 7POV: TamaraTamara woke up by the golden sun rays passing through the large glass windows of where she was lying – making her eyes shut once again. She was about to move when she felt her entire body ached – she whimpered.She was just thankful that she could feel she was lying in a soft and comfy bed – not on a cold concrete floor or filthy ground.“Don’t move and stay still, you needed to rest.” A tender soft voice made her eyes snap wide open – she wanted to scream suddenly because of the anticipating flashes of what happened to her in the court room instantly became clear in her mind.She was welcome with a woman with a wavy auburn hair that wasn’t familiar to her.The woman was simple but perfectly gorgeous in her plain white shirt and navy-blue jogger pants matched with white and black high-cut shoes!She got a glass of water with a straw in it – giving it and assis

Chapter 9 POV: TamaraShe spent her entire day just inside her room. She wanted to have time for herself and mourned for her parents’ death. Aunt Rania and Uncle Lorenzo – as they told her to call them – were so patient and considerate towards her actions that she was so grateful for them.She knew that she was indebted to them big time.And in time, she would pay their kindness to her.She went out of her room – didn’t even touch her dinner given by the servant. She was not starving and just wanted to tend to her devastated self.She slowly walked down the stairs – ignoring the curious looks from the guards, who just remained stagnantly glued to the ground as she passed them.Tamara found herself in the middle of the garden maze in front of the Lunar Mansion. She saw a mix of wood and concrete Victorian style gazebo – defined by a complex and luxuriant ornate detail with decorat