LOGINMaddison Spencer-BennettI woke up with an idiotic smile plastered across my face; one I couldn't manage to erase even after staring at myself in the mirror three times.“If you keep smiling like that, people are going to start thinking you've been possessed by an especially cheerful spirit.”Kate said it as she walked into my bedroom without knocking, as usual, carrying a tray of fruit that she placed on my vanity.“Are you going to tell me what happened last night, or are you planning to keep floating around the palace as though nothing happened?”“Nothing happened,” I lied, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.[Lie, lie, lie,] Kallie sang from somewhere inside my mind, sounding just as unbearably pleased as I felt. [Kiss me again, Santino. Oh, please, kiss me again.]“Shut up,” I muttered, although I couldn't stop my smile from growing wider.Kate raised an eyebrow, giving me the look that clearly said she had no intention of leaving until I talked. She had perfected that expression
Santino AlexiosThe howls took hours to die down that night, long after Maddison had returned to the palace, the taste of my mouth still lingering on her lips.I remained beside Selene’s Mirror, watching the last silver ripples dissolve across the still surface of the water. For what felt like the hundredth time, I found myself wondering when, exactly, I had stopped pretending.I took her there because I needed her to see it. Not the forest. Not the lake. Not my pack’s rituals… Me. I needed Maddison Spencer-Bennett to know the part of me that no one else had ever touched, not even the men who called themselves my blood brothers.I had planned that night the way a man planned a military operation: calculating every word, every silence, every gesture that needed to look spontaneous without actually being so.That was how I had trained. That was how I had survived twenty-five years while hiding what I truly was. But somewhere between the glowing roots and the way her hand had trembled be
Maddison Spencer-BennettI woke up with an idiotic smile plastered across my face; one I couldn't manage to erase even after staring at myself in the mirror three times.“If you keep smiling like that, people are going to start thinking you've been possessed by an especially cheerful spirit.”Kate said it as she walked into my bedroom without knocking, as usual, carrying a tray of fruit that she placed on my vanity.“Are you going to tell me what happened last night, or are you planning to keep floating around the palace as though nothing happened?”“Nothing happened,” I lied, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks.[Lie, lie, lie,] Kallie sang from somewhere inside my mind, sounding just as unbearably pleased as I felt. [Kiss me again, Santino. Oh, please, kiss me again.]“Shut up,” I muttered, although I couldn't stop my smile from growing wider.Kate raised an eyebrow, giving me the look that clearly said she had no intention of leaving until I talked. She had perfected that expression
Maddison Spencer–BennettI had spent the entire afternoon trying to guess what kind of date a god of darkness and death could possibly plan, and none of my guesses had done anything to calm my nerves.[I bet he takes us to some cemetery and calls it romantic. Knowing him, I might even like it,] Kallie thought, peeking out with a curiosity that did absolutely nothing to settle my nerves.“You’re not helping,” I replied under my breath as I looked at myself in the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time.Kate laughed behind me as she finished fixing a rebellious strand of my hair.“Whatever it is, I doubt it’ll be boring. Sokaris doesn’t have a single boring bone in his body.”She was right, of course. Nothing about Sokaris was predictable, ordinary, or even remotely human. And yet, when he knocked on my door a few minutes later, dressed in a simple dark shirt instead of his ceremonial armor, something about the entire equation suddenly felt different.“No dramatic cape? No shirtle
Santino AlexiosThe air inside the labyrinth smelled of old moss and contained magic, the kind of energy that accumulated over centuries between stones that had witnessed the deaths of more than one foolish, ambitious man.I wasn't surprised. Nothing in this palace came without a price, least of all something designed to test twenty men willing to kill one another for the right to court a queen.Beside me, Sokaris studied the walls covered in runes with a calmness that bordered on indifference. However, I had already learned during the few hours we had spent as reluctant allies that the Norse god was never quite as calm as he appeared."Four levels," he said without looking at me. "And something tells me none of them will be as simple as walking down a hallway.""Nothing in this tournament is," I replied, studying at the first door in front of us.It was completely sealed. There were no handles and no visible hinges, only a stone arch engraved with symbols that pulsed with a faint lig
Maddison Spencer-BennettThe conversation with the masked man still echoed in my mind, a persistent sound that refused to leave me in peace.His words continued to ring in my ears, filled with warnings and secrets that made me question everything I thought I knew about myself and the role I played in this tangled story.But now, I was focused on the reality of the tournament and what it meant for me, for the contestants, and for the kingdom.As I walked through the palace gardens—a place where I had always felt safe and at peace—a mixture of emotions overwhelmed me.The flowers around me swayed gently in the breeze, but even their beauty was not enough to ease the heavy burden weighing upon my chest.It was a constant reminder that, although the immediate danger had passed, the decisions made during the tournament would determine everything.Suddenly, my mother appeared at the entrance to the garden, her face marked by an expression I could not decipher."Maddison," she called, her au
Maddison Spencer-Bennett. I sighed deeply, because Leonardo was right. I had to choose. And honestly, it was a simple decision. I would not deny what the goddesses were destined for me. No, this was one of the easiest decisions of my life. I took Alonso’s hand, smiled at him and said, “There’s no
Maddison Spencer-Bennett.So now I found out that my parents knew who one of my mates was years ago. Why the fuck didn’t anyone say anything? I don’t believe at all that it’s because “they wanted to protect my childhood.” Bullshit!I got out of bed and asked him the question that was on my mind. “D
Maddison Spencer–Bennett “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, mate?” said the stranger, with a frown and a clenched jaw. I opened my eyes wide, swallowed hard and said, “Mate? What the hell are you talking about? I’m not your mate! Now, let me go!” I tried to get out of his grip, but he wa
Maddison Spencer-Bennett One drink… Two drinks… Too many drinks later... I opened my eyes as the light was coming through the curtains. As I did so, I realized that my head was resting peacefully on a bare, toned chest. I walked away slowly, trying not to panic, because reality was hittin







