I chewed on my lips, dumbfounded, contemplating on his request which suspiciously sounded more like an order, but I decided to ignore that little fact. He closed his eyes, apparently getting tired of the probably-five-seconds of the wait. I sighed, hauling the covers and sliding in beside him. This was probably the only time he'd let me close. While I thought about changing him other times, I let go of the intention this time. I was here to help, and it wouldn't be selfless as I desired it to be if I expected something in return. Slowly, I moved closer to him. We weren't touching, but still so close I could feel the abnormal heat of his body seeping through my skin and making me shudder with a sensation of fullness. Like this was all that I needed to gain the peace I so craved. Yet this was all I couldn't have. Unknowingly, a sigh slipped my lips. I felt his hand move above my head, clearing a path to his chest. I couldn't tell if it was his way of invitation or simply a sleepin

Representators from each supernatural division lined the dance floor; the women at one side and facing them the men stood a couple feet ahead. Hades watched me with that intense gaze of his that seemed to pierce through the skin and touch places unknown, read things untold and make me feel warm. But tonight as I stared back, all I felt was cold and resentful. All the lights dimmed except the one on the dance floor that highlighted us. My lips tugged back wickedly as I let the scarf I had been carrying throughout the evening slip off of my shoulders, revealing the daring part of my dress. Hades' eyes scanned my atrocity, narrowing precariously. A sense of satisfaction surged through me at his irked reaction. It was a sexy burgundy slip dress with a low V cowl neckline that showed a generous amount of my cleavage. Thank the heavens I was rich on that department. Not to mention the open back. It was nothing compared to what the other women wore, but it was enough to set off the time

My scream shook the walls of the tunnel, but none from my papa followed behind. The space stayed as silent as it had been except a distant echo of my fear. When I looked back before me, my father's heart wasn't in Hades' hand as I expected, but his throat was. It was bleeding, but not so much as to kill him. But the way his face was contorting in immense pain, it wrenched my heart. My throat felt like someone rubbed it with sandpaper, and my head swirled. I leaned into Hades' henchman, trying to regain my composure. For a split second, Hades' gaze drifted my way, cold and merciless, but the flicker of worry didn't go unnoticed. He let go of Papa's throat, letting him crumble down. Then looming closer, he gripped his hair and pulled his head up to face him. "If you think after everything you took from me, your death would come this easy, then you're fucking wrong. I'll make you suffer every second of every day. For every afflict you caused me. Till you get to the point you beg for y

"No, no, no. Where are they?" I ran to the bookshelf that laid empty now. Once again. Nola came behind me, a glass of milk in her hand. "Alpha had them moved." "Why? What did I do now?" "You did nothing. He just had all your belongings moved," she said simply, her face devoid of any emotion. My eyes widened, and I ran to the closet, pulling the doors open and as expected, finding it all vacant. "Why?" I whined, panic pushing up my chest. "Is he sending me back to being a slave?" "No." She shook her head. "He's sending you to his room." "Wat?" I stilled, my mouth gaping. "Yeah," Nola replied, a hint of playfulness stretching her lips. "I was surprised too when he called and told us to move your belongings in his room." "Why didn't you say that before?" "I just wanted to play with you a little." I stared at her for a second, not being able to believe that she was capable of doing this. Then I shook my head, and a chuckle slipped my lips. "You had me." She laughed too, red wi

"You lied." Hades glared at me walking into the waiting room. "I did.""Do you have the slightest idea what it could do to you if the lie was any more graver?" "More pain?" I counter-questioned, swallowing down the incessant ache that spread throughout my veins and tortured without a pause. Though it was mild, it still hurt. "It could fucking kill you!" He shot towards me, growling at my face as if that was the most aggravating thing to even think about in his mind. A warm sensation swept over me. "You would be spared of me then," I whispered. The skin between his brows creased infinitesimally in displeasure. "I can say the same thing about you." Being spared of him? By letting him be framed wrongly? Maybe even taken down? I wasn't that kind of a person. And... deep down, crazily enough, I didn't wanna be spared from him. I couldn't even stand the thought. "I couldn't let you be punished for something you didn't do." "Can you say you don't have your doubts?" he challenged. He