Romans & histoires Hecate Love Interest

She realized this was the sole reason the Alpha King let his son claim her as his mate. Did Hevian lie to her, too? She had trusted him for the past three years, and they had a lot of fun and challenges together. Their love story was a match made in Zurga—the Heaven Realm. The black wolves are approaching fast. Hevian… please… help me! She called again in their mind-link, but it led to futility.

I accepted his mark at the age of twenty-two, rejecting my Winters pack Alpha's request to inherit the Winters Pack. I thought we'd be happy forever. Until I turned twenty-nine, and Kieran started keeping our pack's healer, Scarlett, as his mistress. My phone screen showed Scarlett's latest message: "Want to make a bet? I bet Kieran won't bid on those green healing stones. He'll go for the red ones instead. Because I love red."

First adjusting the air conditioning temperature and tenderly asking if she was comfortable, then taking advantage of red lights to kiss her ear intimately. However, when he looked at me through the rearview mirror for the seventh time, it was still my familiar yet strange face. He felt inexplicably unhappy, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. When we arrived at the autumn hunt grounds, he openly held Serena's hand and intimately introduced her to the Moonridge Pack's elite and powerful families. A Gamma friend of his joked: "Brother Marcus, you're really something. Worthy of being the Alpha heir, bringing both your lover and your fiancée to such a grand occasion." That friend

It both broke my heart and made me love him even more. Because he was the Haunter Supreme, who always had everything under control. Even during that last cleansing, bent over in pain and bleeding, he was on top of things. It was easy to love the champion, the strong guy always ready to come to the rescue, the stud that made me beg for mercy, the sharp control-freak. But his dropping the tough-guy persona like this touched my heart so deeply, it brought tears to my eyes. “Come, love,” I whispered.

I shall rise back to the top and bring him down. First, I will start by attaining her—Mrs. Scarlet Hawthorne. No, I mean Mrs. Scarlet Knightbridge, wife of Alexander Knightbridge. Just imagine the sight of her in my grip, submitting to me. Oh, my… Once I have her falling for me to the point where she sees no one else but me, I'm certain I’ll witness the anger boiling within Sebastian. I'll use that against him. I will make him so enraged that his anger blinds him. While I methodically take away everything he owns, I’ll snatch back and reclaim my position that was taken from me.

"Wow, Liam." "Yes?" Me and the other guy who has the same face like me,both answered to the other Hera. "No, I mean Liam, my husband, not you." Hera's vampire version said and she roamed her eyes to us as if she was looking for someone and she smiled when she saw her own version. "This is so good, imagine? I am always this gorgeous as ever, no wonder my husband is really head over heels for me." She said while scanning my girlfriend and then her gaze shifted back to me. "Liam, Oh my God. What the hell? You looked so good with that chiton."

I “Dareon.” Breathless after their long kiss, Shelyca muttered. She is feeling such heat all over her that she felt ashamed of herself. Everything was like a whirlwind. She was just about to meet the Duke of Sussex, who was supposedly her future groom, but she was thrown to the sea because of that man who wanted to kill her, then Dareon found her almost lifeless and then her she is now, married to the Dragon Master and writhing beneath him like a wild wolf.

The hesitation—the faintest moment—was all Aria needed. ⸻ Back in the safehouse, Adrian tightened his grip on Kade. “She’s dangerous,” he muttered. Victor nodded. “And smarter than we gave her credit for.” Ethan’s jaw clenched. “Aria Vale… she’s not just surviving. She’s orchestrating.” Adrian’s eyes narrowed. “Exactly.” ⸻ Lena’s breath slowed. Her mind raced. She had underestimated her sponsor. The heiress, the true power behind the veil—she had been patient, precise, lethal in her strategy.

Malcom stood at the moon alter and straightened his tie for the thousandth time. He’d never thought he would be here. Prepared to vow his eternal love to his fated mate, two of his best friends on either side of him, waiting for their mates as well. Not even a year ago he had been looking for a way to avoid the forced mating to Natalia Reacher. He had never expected to find Poppy, that she would be as amazing as she was. That they would face the Council, uncover a corrupt plan to control the Lycan world, unveil an underground research facility that was torturing both Lycan and human subjects. That Henry and Natalia Reacher would be dead. That Callum and Raphe would both find their fated ones

"You've always been very interested in what Hecate is up to, haven't you? I'm sure not knowing these past three years would have killed you, had you not been immortal." Aphrodite. Goddess of Love. I recall, and although I can't explain it, my nose wrinkles distastefully at the sight of her, and my heart tugs with something akin to dislike. Aphrodite tilts her head back and laughs sweetly, though I have a feeling she's anything but. "Oh, on the contrary, Hera. I must say, it's been lovely having Ares warm my bed these past few years. You don't mind, do you, Hecate?" She adds innocently, her eyes wide. "I know things ended on a...sour note with you two, but I hope there's no hard feelings."