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Lukas leaned in and breathed in my ear, "They are Hades and his mate, Persephone." I felt my breath hitch. Even though I guessed it but knowing it was true made it feel real. Hades was clad in all-white suit with a rose on his lapel. I was expecting him to have a long white beard, but he looked youthful with his brunette hair slicked back and clean-shaven face. Persephone, on the other hand, was breathtaking with her white lace gown and her long blonde hair parted in one side. "Ahh, Lukas!" Hades cried out, wrapping his arms around Lukas and tugging him closer.

“So tight. So fucking perfect.” Perfect. “You’re going to come on my cock, baby. That’s the third step. That’s how you take your husband’s cock like a pro.” He pulled out slowly, and I kept my eyes down, my mouth parting as I focused on the sight before me. We looked… indescribable. The condom was drenched with my juices and what I wanted to feel right now was him inside me without it. How raw it would feel, how his piercings would drag in and out of my walls even harder than they already did.

The question hits me like cold water. My breath stalls. “Caleb…” “Relax.” He kisses my collarbone. “I just want to know what we’re working with.” “We’re fine,” I answer. “That’s not a number.” I hesitate. And he notices. His hand slides down again, but this time the touch isn’t seductive; it is threatening in its sweetness. “Damian,” he whispers into my ear, “tell me.” I exhale shakily. “Enough for a new life.”

Will looks to me wanting to know the reason to my downcast eyes, but I left like I wouldn't be able to explain how the words said to me with a smile felt like a warning to never interrupt him again and though not malicious it made clear his want for me to listen to the entire story. No one else seems to a have a reaction as he continues. "Persephone who admired your Lord Hades was jealous of my daughter and one day kidnapped her while she was on her way to the Underworld. And every effort put into searching was futile and when Lord Hades finally found her she was already claimed by death." "But it did not end there, she cursed her family." I feel a tingle in my fingers and toes, my worst nig

His expression remained unreadable, though something flickered in his gaze, something Penelope couldn’t place. “Persephone,” he greeted coolly, his deep voice resonating in the cavernous room like a distant thunderclap. Demeter stepped forward, her smile a serene mask as she inclined her head. “Hades, may I present my daughter, Persephone.” Hades’ eyes briefly moved to Demeter, his gaze sharp and calculating. Then, they returned to Penelope, lingering with unnerving focus. For a moment, his expression didn’t shift, but behind that calm mask, his mind churned. This is not Persephone. As the god of death, he had an innate ability to see souls, and the one before him wasn’t Persephone’s. It was

. My eyes are wide, and I feel like I cannot scream. I continue to stare at Sheamus who is not moving. “I am Hades, and Velaria is my destined bride, born to be mated to me and be my queen! I am tired of these games! Velaria, come home with me or watch history repeat itself, and this time, you’re not an infant that was kidnapped and stolen away from me. you’re a grown woman who is fun, beautiful, and can make her own choices, so I suggest you choose!” He growled. I stared at everyone in grief. My mates family were also held by the point of other fiery blades. My adoptive family were being suppressed by forcefield made of fire. If I didn’t come with him, they all die. If I do come with him, I

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"What if I overshadow you at your own wedding?" "Harriet, honey," I started, almost throwing my head back with laughter. "You cannot overshadow me even at your own wedding. I could wear a fucking tie-dye duster dress and still standout. It's a Larionova curse." It was adorable that she needed my permission, so when she had the right dress in mind, she left to go fucking find it. She should pray that she'd find that very specific dress in under a day. Then by mid-afternoon, the house almost felt crowded. Chase arrived with his hideous pug, and the bitch barked at me like she fucking owns the place. I basically threatened Chase with a gun to take the dog out of the echoing halls of the house.

“You tell me you don’t want to be caught alone with me. Then you appear at my door? What is going on, Ana?” Ana breathed heavily as her body prepared for what his kiss promised her. She resisted, groaned as her thighs clenched. Their eyes glowed red with their response to each other. Fangs predominantly showed between both their swollen lips. His hips ground into her pelvis, enticing her unreasonable desire for him to couple with her. Ana’s mind instantly jumped the track, and she couldn’t remember why she’d come to his room.