I didn't trust Luka for one minute. He was a chaos-type God, and I didn't trust his intention with my mate. And no, it had nothing to do with the fact that I wanted to spend this class getting to know Katrina better. I felt like her relationship was progressing quicker with the others than with me. Miles had an advantage over the rest of us. He met Katrina at our club and rescued her. Then there was Aphelion, the natural-born charmer, the pretty boy; every girl fell for him, so it wasn't surprising when Katrina grew closer with him this morning. And Samael had the dark, brooding thing that all women seemed to love; I'm sure he managed to make up with Katrina this morning in class. Then there was me, the shy, quiet guy. Whenever Katrina was near, I seemed to get tongue-tied and couldn't think of what to say. "Uhh, Beckett," Adriana called, disturbing my thoughts, "Could you help me? I can't seem to master shielding. Every time I try to block Ajax, his power seeps through."

: "That's not what's important right now, Miles. What's important is the fact that I am a fucking monster." Katrina cried out, tears spilling from her face as she ran towards her room. I felt a lump in my throat as my heart pained for my mate. I caused this hurt. Hilda was only messing with her because of me; if I had never agreed to marry her after graduation, Katrina wouldn't be in this situation right now. I just wanted my father off of my back. From the time I was ten and just beginning to learn the ropes of the kingdom, my father had started bugging me to marry Thor's daughter, telling me it was for the good of the domain. Finally, I was sick and tired of hearing it by thirteen, so I agreed to the betrothal. When I finally met Hilda at fifteen, I wasn't entirely against the betrothal. She was an early developer and had thick full breasts that I couldn't wait to get my hands on. We had sex the first day we met, and we continued to have sex off and on until just recentl

Last night was torturous. I was ready to tear into Luka for even insinuating that I had a problem with my mate having demon blood. Miles and Samael were barely holding us back from attacking each other, and then we heard the sweet sounds of Katrina in the throes of passion. We all froze when we listened to the noises coming from her room. While Luka and I were having a pissing contest, Aphelion had snuck off to comfort Katrina, and comfort her he did. All night long. That lucky fucking bastard. Once the moans started, it didn’t take long for us to go our separate ways. Samael, Miles, and I ran to our rooms, and Luka ran out of our quarters like the floor was on fire. I wonder if Miles and Samael’s cocks were as sore as mine this morning. Every time Katrina and Aphelion started up again, I ended up with a painful erection, my cock already oozing with precum before taking it in my hands. Just thinking of her sweet moans has me hardening again. I switch the hot water off in the sh

The week flies by in a blur. Miles is still ignoring me, so I haven't invited him back into my bed, and Aphelion left Wednesday to go and speak with his father. Zeus wasn't happy to learn from Hermes that Aphelion had called off his engagement to Hilda without consulting him first. From what Beckett had told me, there was no tension between Thor and Zeus and talks of an uprising. Speaking of Beckett, he and I have encountered a hiccup in our relationship. He still despises Luka passionately, and I want nothing more than to spend time with him, even if he is my professor. Beckett claims it's the bond we've formed that is causing me to want to be near Luka. But I have a feeling it's more. Before our magic bonded, I felt an unexplainable connection to my professor. I want to get to know him on a more personal level. Beckett has outright forbade it. Hence the standstill in our relationship. It angers me that Beckett feels like he can control me, but I won't go against him. If there

Once again, I was in awe of the underworld. The archives were set up like a vast library, similar to the one Belle was obsessed with in Beauty and the Beast. The shelves started six inches off the ground and went until they reached the vaulted ceiling. Each bookcase had ten frames, and the bookcases were lined up side by side from one long wall to the next. Each shelf was lined with leather-bound books; glancing at them; I could tell they were arranged by title and publication date. The titles of the books were written in a language I couldn't decipher. Still, Samael seemed to know what he was doing as he walked to the far right corner of the library, grabbed one book, and then went to the opposite corner on the left side, holding another. "Are you coming?" He asked, looking back at me as he began to descend a spiral staircase that I hadn't noticed before. "Not yet, but I will be soon," I muttered under my breath before I plastered a smile, following Samael down the stairc