Romans & histoires From Apollo’s Betrayed Bride To Hades’ Queen

We had almost reached the marble bridge to Zeus's court when the horses stopped. Apollo stood in the road wearing a groom's white mantle and a sun crest that didn’t belong to him. His hair was unbound, his eyes bloodshot, and in his hand he held a narrow ceremonial blade. Cassian stepped down first. I caught his sleeve. "Let me speak. If you fight him here, every bard in Olympus will sing about it by noon." "Then let them sing that we faced trouble together." He took my hand and didn’t release it. Apollo saw our joined hands, and something in his face broke. "Persephone, come with me. We will ask Zeus to change the vows. You were supposed to marry me."

"I will protect Lyra for all eternity. If I break this vow, may my divinity fall." The vow he had spoken so lightly in love had become his most vicious curse. Apollo’s power began to wane, day by day. His body grew weaker. He knew that if he couldn't find Lyra, his godhood would truly shatter, leaving him a powerless immortal. As he teetered on the edge of despair, an invitation arrived. Hades, Lord of the Underworld, was to hold a wedding. Apollo had no interest, but as he listlessly opened the scroll, his eyes fell upon the name of the bride.

The Alpha didn't care about the contract bride. He was probably only tolerating her existence out of respect for Evelyne Blackthorne’s final wish before she passed into the stars. The marriage was a dead queen’s decree, nothing more. I watched their silhouettes disappear into the elevator shaft, my face remaining completely blank until the iron gates clanged shut. They looked like royalty. I couldn't fathom why an Alpha of his strength tolerated a female who used poison and whispers to clear her path. But it wasn't my concern.

NYRA The morning after Seraphel brought the precedents, I stood in the outer yard again. I did not go to the training yard. I went to the open space in front of the main gate, the first place I had stood when I arrived at the Blackstone Keep nine months ago, and I stood there in the early cold and thought about what Seraphel had said. Three documented cases. Three human brides who had been claimed by the final clause and instead been transformed. The Moon Goddess present. The bond found sufficient.

Her gaze snaps back to mine and is full of venom when she retorts, “You never loved me. You left me to die. You wanted your freedom, but freedom comes at a price.” Like Michaels, my eyes sting with emotion. Guilt weighs heavily down on me as I watch my mate struggle with her madness. “Please, Apolliana, you need to listen to us─” “Please! Please!” she screams out dejectedly, “Does it hurt you, my devil? Does it hurt you to see me kiss my other love?” She melts back into Michael’s arms and closes her eyes. “You kissed many others, and I had no choice but to know. I didn’t want to see it, but I saw… I didn’t want to see it, but I saw…I was betrayed…I was betrayed by those I loved.”

“Your parents are awake and asking for you. Apollo is also requesting you continue training, though I’m not sure that it’s a good idea. I wanted to leave the decision up to you…but I’m afraid slaying his brother has changed, Apollo. I’m not sure how much more my old friend can handle before he breaks entirely.” “Apollo…he had mates.” I stated, dredging up the horrible slew of memories that came from the bloodbath of a party we’d attended. “I thought it wasn’t possible for warriors to have mates.” “They can’t in the literal sense, but that does not mean they can’t fall in love.” Dain murmured, and within the depths of his star-flecked eyes I realized the horrible, painful truth of Apollo’s ha

" The elements are said to have created creatures. Rare and enigmatic creatures with strength and powers beyond the Supreme Wolf. A power near to that of the deities. Each had its own set of abilities in terms of the element they were responsible for. And among them will be reborn a goddess herself, deprived of justice and love, a bride of the Lycan god," His eyes sparkled in glee while Odin's voice seemed to reverberate in his thoughts. At first, he disregarded the thinking that the prophecy doesn't concern him, but after all that happened to him, now he understands that it was he those words were referring to, and the goddess Cybele. But maybe she too had taken a different name now, and a

When she opened her mouth, all that came out was, “Do you trust me?” Apollo considered her for a moment. “Leave us,” he ordered the others. Amerie held his gaze as the other three silently left the room. For a moment, they remained frozen, staring at each other. Amerie kept her breathing even and did not break his golden stare. Finally, Apollo rose from his chair and slowly walked around his desk to face her. He dropped to one knee and bowed his head. “I, Apollo, the Great Wolf and Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, pledge my undying loyalty to you, Great Other.” He lifted his head and shot her a lopsided grin. “I’ll follow you to the edge of the earth and through gates to other worlds. Just tel

“Ares is her protector.” “Indeed, my King,” Michael replied. “Dionysus and Hephaestus are only second interactions, just having come to the first iteration of the Alpha Queen and now you, my Queen.” “What about Hermes?” Noah asked. “Hermes is a third iteration. He came to the second Alpha Queen, and she did successfully mate and mark both Ares and Hermes. However, Hermes was killed mere days after the mating.” “So the third and fourth Alpha Queens, did they just have Ares?”

His eyes flared with fury, and he stood up straighter, his posture towering over the elders. "Who allowed you to interfere in my marriage?" Hades spat, his voice biting and sharp. "Anita is my mate, chosen by Moon Muse. Do you hear me? My mate! And as for that vile woman—her stepmother—she's slandering Anita. She’s the one who killed the old Alpha. She is the killer. It was her, not Anita. She’s spreading these lies to put her own daughter in the position of Luna!" The anger in Alpha Hades' voice made the walls seem to tremble. I was overwhelmed by a wave of gratitude for his relentless defense of me. But even as he spoke, I could feel the weight of the elders’ judgment hanging in the room.