I jerked upright to a sitting position, breathing in pants. Looking around and taking in the bright spring morning, a shaky yet relived exhale escaped me. It was all a dream. A bad dream. Fairy tale didn't exist. Hades was normal. Yeah... I convinced myself. Yet there was a part deep within that refused to swallow those words of cajole. It coaxed me, persistent to make me believe. Yet I shook my head. "It's not real," I told myself. "It can't be. See my necklace is still here..." My hand went to my neck, groping for the crystal and came back empty-handed. My breathing shallowed again. Jumping out of the bed, I ran to the mirror, glancing at my injury in the head. It was newly bandaged. Then I glanced at my clothes. They were changed as well. My heart started beating like drums. I dashed to the washroom and looked into the laundry basket. The dress I had been wearing before was torn from the shoulder."Oh God..." I gasped, holding onto the wall beside as the events from yest

Gisella's POV~I shot up to a sitting position, my body as hot as the sun, and tingles dancing all over. I was breathing madly. I thought I heard Hades, felt him close. He was... -My hand went up to my neck, feeling a spot sore- kissing me? The heck? It must have been a wild dream. Though there was a small, very small part in me that felt disappointed over waking up. My body yearned to feel more. And I hated it. The next time he saw me he wasn't gonna kiss me, he was going to kill me for stealing his birth book and leaking confidential information to God knows who. And I was gonna ask him about my father even if it got me killed. Since he was the beast from the night of our accident, he must know what happened with my father. What he did to him. For now... I felt my eyelids drooping like two magnets attracting each other with a force. Laying back down, I lost myself back into the darkness. In the morning, when my eyes opened again, it was half past nine. I wondered why no one w

I was having a decent time getting a fresh breath of air until the moment we walked onto the village road, and those cold, calculating silvers met my electric blue ones. Hades was accompanied by two of his pack members and three outsiders in dark suits. Judging by their muscled bodies and powerful auras I could easily tell none of them were as human as they attempted to appear. Though Hades stood out in between like a king's throne in a royal court. And he looked as displeased to see me as I to him. I'd have passed them without so much of a second thought if not for Nola to hold me in place and bow before the infuriating Alpha. She greeted the other man as well who I now knew was another Alpha. Though his hazel eyes were settled on me as he sniffed the air, his thin lips stretching with a surprised smile. "My, my, is that what I think it is? Did the big, bad Alpha Hades finally found his mate?" I was going to protest, drill that through his thick skull that I was no one's mate

I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Rosy lips, rosy cheeks and a good amount of eyeliner along with mascara popped the blue in my eyes. Nola stood behind weaving through my hair into a loose fishtail braid with curls of my honey blonde falling free around my round face. It reminded me of the day I prepared myself like this for my first prom. Even then the man on my arms was my papa. Every other boys at my class were too scared even to look at me because of Papa's death stares whenever they tried. I used to hate that first, though by time I was glad he did that for I had seen a few breakups of my female friends, and they were nasty enough for them to run for therapy. One even tried to commit suicide. I never wished to go through that pain ever. But that never meant I didn't wish for true love. Rather it was something I desired since I read my first romance novel, since I felt the love my father held for my deceased mother. Or was it regret I couldn't tell now. Either way love

Looking around, all I could see was the hatred in the pack members' eyes. Feel the sting of their glares. Saw a few leave like they couldn't stand the sight of me. That drove me to my third glass of the night. I chugged down the red liquid, surprisingly relishing the burn. Hades was nowhere to be seen. I could find no face amiable enough to bask in their protection. The guests from the other packs might have sent me wide smiles when met, but I couldn't possibly trust them enough considering they were all beasts of prey after all. Fear and loneliness found their abode in my heart as I felt like the air became too heavy to breathe, the ambience gotten too noisy for my sensitive ears, and the world around spinned out of control. I put down the glass in a waiter's tray only for it to slip over the edge and smash to the floor. "S-S-Sor-Sorry," I told the waiter and blinked when he grew into two. Something was wrong with me. I needed fresh air. I needed to get out of here. Turning aro