Lord Hades Ruthless Marriage Novelas e Histórias

"I'm sorry alpha." There was a short silence before Loki continued. "I'm just trying to say... now is the best time to placate them." "Now I do not know what they were talking about, but they hold a vital amount of influence and sway over the older werewolves in our pack." "Why don't you consider giving into some of their demands." Loki offered. Leonardo sighed. "And what demands may that be?" "Well, they opposed to you marrying Viola, but only under the condition that she undergoes the initiation rites to be formally initiated into our pack."

" I don't care Rose! I fuc*ing don't care!" Holding Rose's face in his palms, Hades speaks up in desperation. " All I know is that I can't see you getting married to him! You belong to me Rose...you are mine!" Hades roars, pressing his forehead against Rose's and next I know. Their lips crash and I lower my eyes. I was too numb to interpret what they meant. So this means Rose was betrothed to the king of Lycan's? Who is my supposed mate? But why? When did everyone know Hades and Rose were mates? Why would Uncle Silas agree to this? He knows more than anyone that Hades and Rose are meant to be.

“You want me to threaten your parents?” “It’s enough if you threaten my father. My mother will do as he says. She’s obedient.” “A trait you didn’t inherit, obviously.” I flushed, unsure if it was praise or not. “I do what I think is right.” Luca stood, towering over me. “Your husband told me he killed Andrea because he was a rat. Now I find out he killed the man who fucked his wife. Jude lied to me about one of my soldiers. I need to talk to him.”

The only thing I know was seven years ago was the date of our marriage. I already knew our marriage was forced, but to think that there was an incident that my husband doesn't want me to know while it is involved with the Lycans is enough to form my suspicion. "Lunas don't have any right to engage in the transaction in between the Alpha Kings unless the male wolf allows." Hyde explains, though I am already aware of that nonsense.

"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.

“If I stand beside you publicly, Lyria will see what she lost. She’ll want the throne again.” The room goes still. “You,” Hades says slowly, “wish to become my future mate…” His silver eyes drag over me carefully. “. . . to provoke another woman’s jealousy.” “Yes.” A dangerous sort of amusement flickers across his face. “And when this woman returns?” My chest tightens violently. “When she takes her rightful place,” I say carefully, “our arrangement ends.” The words taste awful. Three years. Three fucking years spent loving Pierre only to stand here offering another man a political mating arrangement so the original heroine can reclaim him instead.

Maybe they knew it was just an arranged marriage. Hades was handsome in his wedding suit, with a freshly shaven face and beautiful brown eyes. He kept staring at me like I was the sexiest thing in the world. He gripped me like he didn’t want anyone to steal me away from him. Despite our differences and the times he annoyed me, I knew he would be a good man to me. I knew he would be honest with me. That he would protect me. And he would give me beautiful children. Come on, look at him. If I had to be forced to marry someone…there were definitely worse options.

Her scrutinizing eyes bore into me, searching for the undeniable mate mark. The Anderson legacy, a lineage marked by traditions as ancient as time, dictated that the bond between an alpha and luna was etched onto their very skin. The mate mar transcended the boundaries of life and death. Remove it, and you'd experience an agony that defied description. But let it linger, and it became a tether that bound two souls inextricably. Killian, that's me, Anderson by blood, heir to a legacy I never asked for. I shifted uncomfortably under her gaze, my mother's expectations hanging heavy in the air.

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.

Before dusk, my husband Hades and our son Eren appeared on the social feed. By nightfall, the post had spread through every hall of Olympus and every shadow of the Underworld. The post claimed that Hades, lord of the dead, had taken a flower spirit as his lover, and that they were raising a five-year-old son together. The picture under the headline showed Hades standing beside Eren. A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair.