Apollos Heart Novels & Stories

So, she did the only thing she could think of - she turned her gaze, breaking the spell that held her captive. She wanted to be away from him, to escape the emotions that swirled inside her, but her heart thought otherwise. It pleaded with her to hold on, to listen to his heart and not his words, to hope that he would apologize for hurting her previously. She waited desperately for a response, her ears straining to hear the words that would give her comfort, that would make sense of the chaos that had become her life.

He held her tighter, touching her hat with his mouth. "Apollo," Iris choked on tears, unable to find the words to express herself. She felt a sense of ease wash over her when Apollo lifted her chin and kissed her. His presence had always been a balm for her weary soul, kneading away the heartache and despair. She latched on to him with one hand, her body tilting as he made her feel woman enough for love.

Apollo said softly, not sure. I smiled bitterly with that. "He hates me, Apollo. He wanted to punish me. He never loved the mother of his first born." A moment of silence wrapped around the room because of what I said. It was clear to me that Aldo only wanted me in bed, not in a romantic way. Apollo was still speaking but was stunned after Alice returned. "It's not done yet, Mayu. I'll check it again tomorrow," she said. "Oh, you're here again? I didn't call you, right?" She turned to Apollo.

It was angelic! As soon as he regained his senses again, his heart clenched tight, realizing why the Omega repeated that name. Lennox's eyes slowly closed, and self-loathing filled him to the brim. “I… I don't know how to begin to apologize.” The alpha began as he opened his eyes. “Saying sorry isn't enough. But Goddess, I am! I'm so fucking sorry!” The Alpha's voice was soft and steady, but his eyes were anything but steady. They were filled with tears, and all his emotions were shown in them. They were there on display for the Omega, and it shocked him. His eyes widened as they flitted back and forth, looking at the pain and other emotions he couldn't understand in the Alpha's eyes.

Chapter 13 A Power I Never Asked For Anne POV Walking back into the Alpha King’s room felt like pushing open a door I wasn’t ready to enter. My heart thumped so loudly I was sure everyone could hear it. The air inside the room was warm, heavy, and filled with the scent of herbs and fading energy. The Alpha King lay exactly the way I left him. Eyes half-closed. Chest rising faintly. Skin pale. His breathing was shallow, almost fragile, like the air could slip away from him at any moment.

"Just that he's stable, that they're running tests, that someone will update us properly once they understand more." We found Marcus already in the waiting room when we arrived, having beaten us there by nearly twenty minutes, his own careful composure visibly strained by whatever information he'd already managed to gather. "They think it's a heart attack," he told us quietly, his voice carrying the particular flatness that arrived whenever genuine emotion threatened to overwhelm his careful reserve. "Moderate severity, according to the initial assessment. They're preparing him for an emergency procedure, some kind of stent placement to address whatever blockage caused the event."

I knew if I didn’t act, that rage would eat her alive, poison every happy moment of her childhood. Let me carry it instead, I thought. All the anger, all the pain—leave her out of it. “Anyway,” Apollo said, clearing his throat to break the silence. “Want to know what I’m the god of?” “What, Uncle Handsome?” Summer perked up, her earlier request already forgotten. I let out a long breath of relief and mouthed thank you to Apollo. He winked. “Lots of things! Apollo is the god of light, poetry, prophecies, music, dance, truth… even healing and diseases.”

I breathed a sigh of relief knowing from the calm beeping sounds that he was still alive. Dr. Steve stepped out, pulling off his gloves with a tired sigh. His eyes met mine, and I could already tell from the set of his jaw that things were getting more complicated. “He’s stable... for now,” he said, his voice low but steady. “But we’re on borrowed time, Joanne. His heart can't take another hit like that.” I swallowed hard, my hands tightening into fists at my sides. I struggled so hard to keep myself under control.

The twins were growing exponentially, draining his reserves, turning his blood into a battleground of fire and ice. A soft, weightless rustle sounded against the floorboards. Apollo walked into the room. He was no longer the wobbly toddler of the early months. At two years old, his frame was dense with coiled, compact muscle, his posture straight, and his movements entirely silent. His hair fell dark and thick around a face marked by an unsettling, razor-sharp maturity. His golden-amber eyes, bright and luminous, locked onto Lukas the moment he crossed the threshold.

My body was so hot, my heart racing as I came down from the high. "So fucking beautiful," Apollo whispered as he stood. I trailed my eyes down his chest, taking in the scars he now wore because of the beast in the forest. A need to show him how much I appreciated him, needed him, filled me. But I didn't get a chance to sit up as Apollo leaned forward and placed his mouth against mine once again.