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Left alone in the house, my curiosity led me to Hades’ room. I wanted to confirm my suspicions, to see if Hades’ presence was more than just a fleeting encounter. As I entered the room, my eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the details of the space that had once belonged to that mysterious man. I spotted my bag where Harleen had said it would be, in the walk-in closet. With a sense of purpose, I retrieved the book I had bought, my fingers tracing the familiar cover. I flipped through the pages, searching for the information I needed.

“A good question. My mother and Aunt Yannylla taught me a prayer to shield the item and trick the bond that links it to its owner.” We entered the sacred rooms one by one, breath held. Each chamber was a shrine—Zeus’s lightning bolt gleamed with golden menace; Hermes’s sandals shimmered with residual speed; even the dark elf’s crown radiated cold death and unending life. And then we reached the room veiled in shadow, where the air weighed heavier. Hades. His presence clung to every surface, his childhood memories in small trinkets, war relics, coins from the River Styx, weapons that had slain gods and demons alike.

If we give the enemies a chance to recover from the last battle, it will be harder to secure a victory. -"Theo, did you find what Leo's Beta took from the library?" Who better than him to tell me what kind of book was missing from the library. My father takes his seat, and Theo stands. -"Yes, Alpha King Matthew. He took the Book of Hades. This book is extremely perilous. The ancient spells written in its pages can cause a calamity, especially if they attempt to summon a hellhound within a werewolf body." Mutter erupts in the room after the many surprised gasps.

I slowly turned to the next page, and I could see a better picture, she was way above on the top of the page and down below her were two sets of people, one were feeding on her blood, feeding on her suffering, while the other all had their hands up, all trying to catch her if she fell, trying to save her. The sense of doom was feeling only increased, I didn't know what I was seeing and I couldn't tell what it meant, but I definitely knew that I wouldn't be able to run away from this for long. I immediately snapped the book closed and closed my eyes, trying to calm down for a moment, I opened my eyes and immediately gasped. What the hell? Hades sat in front of me with his legs crossed, and hi

He said and I smiled. I was in the library with every book referenced under my brother’s name as I started to carefully read all the information I needed. This book broadened my knowledge and exposed me to things even I didn’t understand but was determined to know. Whatever the key of Hades held could make any mortal man immortal or even a god if they chose to become one. Apparently Hades was too intelligent for his own good which was why to protect this gift; he created ciphers, symbols, forgotten histories and keys.

The ancient walls seemed to protect her slumber, and the flickering candles cast dancing shadows on the ceiling, whispering secrets beyond comprehension. But this tranquility didn't last long. Suddenly, the air in the room shifted, as if something unseen had passed through it. The curtain at the window trembled despite the stillness of the night, and then Hadhraq emerged from the darkness, standing beside the bed—imposing, like a shadow born from an old nightmare. He stood silently for a moment, staring at her face with an unsettling intensity. His eyes glowed with a pale, jabberish light, and a small smile played on his lips—one devoid of warmth, bound together with both mystery and menace.

Because as soon as Javier hears who I am, he’ll want to finish what he started - the end of the Hayes bloodline. My heart beat now matches my legs, trotting down the hallways as fast as I can. Into my room. Gathering my things. I take only what is necessary - anything that can fit in a duffel bag, because I know I would need to run. Fuck the rest. But the more I move…the more subtle I try to be…the more lost I am. The house is big. But beyond this overwhelming main building, there are others. I haven’t been here long enough to know of other exits, and it makes sneaking around futile.

This book is dedicated to Bukade—my awesome friend who's helped me very very much in the creation of this book, and Favour Edem, too—my first love, for taking her time to explain stuffs about Werewolves, and Vamps, and Witches to me. For all those looking into my book, Omega, which by the way is entering the ‘Mate the Alpha’ contest, I am quite optimistic that this book will be worth your time and you will enjoy every bit of it. ❤️

“Child of Perses, a pleasure to finally meet you. I have welcomed many of your adversaries into my kingdom. They still speak ill of you. You’ve stayed true to your heritage.” “Um, thank you, Sir?” Bronx nods but looks confused at the odd compliment. “My request is two-fold, Hades.” I force myself to look into his pitch black eyes. “I need to lock down the dark magic in this book, and I need protection.” “Protection? From who my dear girl? Other than Melinoë, who would be stupid enough to challenge you?” His sneer turns into a protective version of anger. “I’ll explain when everyone settles in. Please know, I wouldn’t have summoned you if it wasn’t dire.” I tilt my head to the side. “How have

I repeat, “you run.” She swallows. “…Okay.” The tunnel vibrates. A crack splits along the ceiling. Stone dust drifts like falling ash. Samantha grabs my sleeve. “What is that?!” I stare into the dark. The magic here was forged long before I was born. Long before my queen. Long before the curse. This house is alive. But it is not the only thing that is. Something stirs below. And it whispers in a language older than Latin— “Sunlight…”