I am not too concerned about the Beckett-Katrina issue. I know that they'll resolve their issues on their own time. I hope their own time is soon, especially since my father has turned his interest toward our little mate. After Beckett left, Samael exploded, which is not like his nature. I'm not sure what happened in the underworld, but whatever's going on, hopefully, he can figure that out. Right now really isn't the time for us to be falling apart. As soon as I hastily retreat from our dormitory, leaving Katrina alone with Miles, I head toward Hermes' office to schedule our meeting with my father and his council. On the way there, I can't help but recall the events this weekend as I try to find any way possible to prolong this meeting even further. *******************Three Days Ago***************************As I walked through the golden gates of the sky kingdom, I grimaced at the sight of Hilda sitting on the throne in front of my mother He

Headmaster Simmins bursts open the door to our dormitory, his chest heaving as he tries to gather his breath. I move Katrina off of me, setting her down gently beside me on the catch, before I stand up, crossing my hands over my chest. I don't like people coming in unannounced. "What's going on, Headmaster," I ask, angling my head to look past him and through the crack in the door, scanning to see if anyone was coming up behind him. Simmins hurries through the door and shuts it the rest of the way before turning the deadbolt and spelling the door with a silencing barrier. "I've just received word from one of my scouts that the BOUA is headed towards the campus now." He states breathlessly. Fuck, I had been worried the BOUA would get word of Katrina's existence, but I was hoping I had shut everything down at Hectate quickly enough that word wouldn't spread to them. "Do you know why they're coming?" I ask as I pace the floor, glancing over at Katrina, still per

The inner depths of Tartarus were not what I expected. From the stories I'd been told as a child, I'd always imagined Tartarus as a black abyss, an abyss so dark that even shadows couldn't be seen. I expected to smell the decay of rotten corpses and hear the whispers of the lost souls. But there was none of that here. Tartarus looked like a more twisted version of the underworld. The tones across the land were more of a muted gray, and whereas our rivers looked translucent in color, Tartarus rivers were a deep blood red, making the black sandy beaches look like they were leftover ashes from the destruction of the blood rivers waves. Luka walked silently ahead of me; he hadn't said anything since I'd let him know that Miles and Katrina were going into hiding. I couldn't tell if he was mad at me for denying the pull we were feeling toward each other or if his thoughts were elsewhere. I also didn't understand why I cared so much; I'd never felt this sort of pull or connection with anoth

As another feeling of pleasure runs through my body, I decide that I want to let down my walls and take what I want to Instead of stepping back, I step toward Luka and plant my lips on his His lips are softer than I imagine them being I can feel Luka smile against my lips. It sends a spark of warmth through me. Luka reaches up with his other hand, cupping my face and tilting my head opposite his; he wants to take control of the kiss, and I let him, knowing he has more experience in this than me.His tongue softly grazes my lips, asking to be let in, and I oblige him, parting my mouth, allowing him to enter. My tongue gently grazes against mine, swirling the tips together and caressing the inside of my mouth. His grip on my face increases as he tilts my head up, wanting further access to my mouth. He deepens the kiss, coxing my tongue into his mouth; when I enter, he curls his lips against me, sucking my tongue, causing me to let out a groan. I imagine his lips curled on a different pa

"Beckett, my boy, rumor has it that you've found your mate." My father called to me as I walked into the throne room. "Rumor would be right," I replied, acknowledging my father before looking around to see if my mother was anywhere in sight, but of course, she wasn't; she was more than likely out shopping with the twins. My mother couldn't stand being around my father and usually avoided him. My parents were not a love match but a match of convenience instead. When Lilith killed Parenthenope, Poseidon swore never to let something so frail as love get in his way again. According to legends, my father was never the same. The day Parenthenope died, my father brewed a storm in the ocean, one so strong that it caused an iceberg to appear out of nowhere in what the humans named the North Atlantic Ocean, causing the unsinkable ship, the Titanic to sink. It was chaos like no one had seen before. The sirens who mourned their beloved Parenthenope's death wouldn't help the sinking ship; they