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Alpha Hades I fucking love the expression on Zeno's face. The adorable frown and confusion create the perfect blend of pure innocence that I want to ruin. I, Nero Hades, admit that I want to ruin my beautiful wife, destroy him and put him back together piece by piece. I want to worship, praise and use his body until he is so broken that he can't think of any other man but me. Oh, the things I'd do to that body and that sarcastic but surprisingly skilful mouth. But alas, it's too early to bring out the big guns.

Rain slams violently against the carriage roof while thunder shakes the entire road beneath us, trees bending dangerously in the wind outside the windows. Perfect weather for a mental breakdown. I grip the seat tighter as the wheels jolt hard over uneven stone, my ankle already aching from tension alone, my mind still racing. The Alpha King. Hades. God, even thinking his name feels dangerous. In the original novel, nobody ever truly understood him—every scene described him through Lyria’s perspective, cold eyes, ruthless decisions, terrifying authority. But there were cracks, tiny ones. He hated manipulation. Hated weakness disguised as innocence.

"Are you certain you want to trade your most precious gift for the Underworld's protection?" A chilling, low voice echoed through the temple. Hades materialized from the shadows. He was the King of the Dead, radiating a biting cold that felt entirely out of place in the Temple of Light I’d served for two years. "I'm sure," I said, a little shocked he had answered in person. But I quickly took a deep breath and steadied my voice. "As long as I can leave this place, I'll give up everything."

“Can you at least try to be tolerable for a short moment in respect of this gathering?” Hades didn’t speak, he simply shifted. His human form looked like any businessman you would see walking down the street. He’s got pale skin, and he’s tall with short sandy blonde hair, styled nicely. A black suit with a red tie. All he’s missing is a brief case to complete the look. His red eyes scan the room no doubt sizing up everyone here. Hades is not known for his authenticity. I wouldn’t put it past him to try to cause some type of trouble during the time that he is here. Zeus spoke, and the room fell back into meeting mode.

No. It was a whole room starting from the ground reaching the top ceiling of the third floor. The shelves brimmed with so many books I was afraid if even an one-third of it fell, I'd be buried ten feet under. But of course, they wouldn't, because Hades had every possible safety mechanisms installed. Ladders with firm railings at both sides were set at every corner, and in the middle was the comfiest reading space. Though I preferred the armchair by the fireplace for it created an ambience more magical than velvety sofa beds. Nola and Iris kept me company the other times when I wasn't reading. But they weren't allowed here when Hades came back for it was his time to have me all to himself.

,he demanded. Hades chuckled and slowly stood up from his seat. He knew instantly that Xavier had fallen into his ruse. The shadow warrior was a fool, he thought gleefully. Blinded by his obsession for the Tribrid, he could be easily manipulated. And Hades was the best at manipulating others, so why not? He flicked his fingers and a large black book suddenly appeared out of thin air. It hovered in the air, with a cloud of black smoke surrounding it. Xavier shot out of his seat in astonishment. This was the Grimoire? But how did Hades find it?

In the fifth carriage is Duke Tanwen Ironhaven, Duchess Admani Ferrum Ironhaven, Lady Celosia Ironhaven, and Lady Ember Ironhaven, all descendants of Hephaestus from Ironhaven City, patron city of Hephaestus they oversees the Ironridge Province, which specializes in blacksmithing In the sixth carriage are Duke Fesorr Deathfall, Duchess Rumera Mors Deathfall, and Lord Rhanos Deathfall, all descendants of Hades from Deathfall City patron city of Hades. They oversee the Morte Province, and all funerals are held in Hades' temples located in Morte Province

His presence was tense, as if he was waiting for something to move in the shadows. “Black magic,” he murmured, reaching for a book with gold-edged pages. The cover had a strange sigil, one that pulsed faintly under the dim lighting. I frowned. “This place… it doesn’t feel right.” It wasn’t just the books. There were jars placed on a nearby table—each containing murky liquids and unidentifiable objects floating within. Some looked like dried-up hearts, others like small, shriveled hands. I swallowed hard. Hades exhaled sharply. “It’s worse than I expected.”

I try to break free from him, but his grip is strong and he pulls me into his chest. "Come on now, puppy. I was just fucking with you. No need to get feisty," he breathes into my ear. But I still try to push off him. "Esteban, let. Me. Go." "Or what?" He dares. "What will you do about it, Lilith Hayes?" My heart stops in an instant. What did he just call me?

I recognized the location immediately. Hades stood at the foot of the stairs that led to his office’s mezzanine. Beside him floated the pane of glass that had trapped Ophois. He was still in his human form, and his handsome features twisted with rage. My jaw clenched, and I swallowed back an insult. It wasn’t like the bastard could hear me. “Fenrisúlfr,” Hades drawled. “I never thought you would recruit the Egyptians to carry out your futile quest. My demons have destroyed Demeter’s root tunnels, and the Opener of the Ways cannot escape my trap. You have run out of options.”