HERAJust like that, the entire palace switched. Fear and respect hung in the air like a heavy curtain, and I could feel it—every glance, every whisper, every hurried step when I passed. It was as if just a whiff of my presence was suddenly too much for them to bear, and I thrived on it. I had come here with nothing but chains around my wrists, but now… now I was someone they couldn’t afford to cross.I chose a room on the same floor as Atticus’. It was a deliberate choice, one that made a clear statement: I wasn’t just another occupant of the palace anymore. I was becoming part of it, about to be integrated into its very structure. He said nothing when I moved in, no objection, no hesitation. It was as if he was silently handing me the keys to his world. I was free to do as I pleased.And the first thing I did was make an example of those who crossed me. Especially Agatha. Agatha and the other maids who helped Lilith had been nothing but pawns, but that didn’t absolve them of
HERASomething felt really off tonight.The air in the palace seemed different, heavier. Even in the stillness, I could sense an unsettling energy bubbling in the atmosphere, like the whole place was holding its breath. The moon outside was glowing red—full, haunting. The Blood Moon.I tried to ignore it, but my thoughts kept drifting to the locked room. Ever since I discovered it, it called to me, the strange energy that pulsed behind that door like it was alive. And tonight, that energy was louder, more persistent. It was harder to ignore than any other day.I tossed and turned, restless, my thoughts tangling into knots. It wasn’t until the moon dimmed, finally fading back to its usual pale light, that I started to drift off. The tension in the air seemed to settle just enough for me to close my eyes, and sleep took me.But it didn’t last for even five minutes. Something woke me with a start. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was—just a feeling in my gut, the kind that makes your
HERAIt wasn’t forceful, nor rushed—there was no urgency in the way his lips moved against mine. Instead, it was tender, slow, each brush of his mouth against mine filled with a kind of aching intimacy that caught me off guard. His hand slid up, cradling the side of my face, his thumb gently tracing my cheek as though I were something fragile, something to be cherished.For a moment, I froze, shocked, realising he wasn’t even fully awake. In his mind, I wasn’t Hera—I was Rachel.I should push him off. I need to push him off before this escalates.But instead, I found myself sinking into the kiss, responding to him in ways that felt both wrong and deeply, deeply right. My breath hitched in my throat as his hand slid to the back of my neck, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss with a slow, aching passion that made my heart race.A small, broken sound escaped me as I kissed him back, my fingers tightening against his chest instead of pushing him away.The softness of his lips drew m
HERAI gasped, my head falling back as I felt the first touch of his mouth against me, the sensation electrifying, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that made my legs shake.“Oh god…” I whispered, my fingers clutching the sheets, trying to anchor myself to something, anything, as his tongue moved in slow, torturous strokes. I didn’t stand a chance against him, not like this. He was relentless, precise, his every movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.He knew exactly what he was doing. I couldn’t believe it. I never thought Atticus would be the type to worship a woman’s body like this, to give without taking, but here he was, proving me completely wrong.He groaned against me, the sound vibrating through my core, and I cried out, my body shuddering as his tongue worked me harder, faster, his fingers digging into my thighs, parting my legs wider for more room as he drove me to the edge.My hands flew to his hair, tangling in the dark strands, trying to pull him closer,
ATTICUSAs the first rays of morning light filtered into the room, I stirred from a deep sleep, basking in a warmth that felt utterly foreign yet undeniably comforting. I instinctively leaned closer, savouring the softness pressed against me, but then, reality hit me like a bucket of cold water. This wasn’t just a dream. This was real.My eyes flew open and I was greeted by the sight of Hera, her body completely naked beside then As my eyes fluttered open, I realised that the softness I was snuggled against was Hera—and she was completely naked.What the hell?And when I looked at myself, I was also naked. Stark naked. Panic surged through me as flashes of last night flooded my mind—her skin against mine, the desperate kisses, the way she responded to me as I buried myself deep inside her.We fucked. No, we made love.I thought I’d been dreaming, that all of it was some fantasy where Rachel was still alive. But here was Hera, her body beside mine, and I couldn’t shake the feeling
HERAI sat alone in the grande dining room, the clinking of my fork against the ceramic plate echoing through the empty space as I ate breakfastThe solitude was almost oppressive, a stark contrast to the usual bustling energy of the palace when I was still working as a maid. Dare I say, I kinda miss the energy.I’d gotten used to this over the past few weeks, but today, there was something different in the air. That same unsettling energy I’d felt last night during the blood moon— the same one that came from that room, the one that clung to the shadows, just beyond reach—was stronger now, almost tangible.I set my fork down, frowning slightly as a strange awareness prickled at the back of my neck. All the air at the back of my neck stood in attention, alerting me.What is this feeling?Then, without warning, the door to the dining room creaked open, and in walked a young man, no older than nineteen, with striking features that made me stop breathing for a moment. He looked so much
HERAI watched the door close behind Ben, his casual swagger and the energy oozing off him lingering in the room like a fading scent. My gaze shifted to Atticus, who stood there, arms crossed, his face still tense with anger. “You should be nicer to your brother,” I said, keeping my tone as neutral as possible, though I knew it would only provoke him. Atticus’ eyes snapped to me, sharp and unyielding. “Mind your own damn business, Hera,” he replied coldly, his voice leaving no room for discussion. I sighed, crossing my arms. “He’s your family, Atticus,” I said like I had to remind him. “Why do you hate him so much?” It baffled me. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand,” he shot back, irritation clear in his voice. He moved toward the table, grabbing a chair and sitting down with a frustrated huff, like the mere mention of Ben drained him.“Maybe if you told me what I don’t understand, I wouldn’t have to ask,” I countered, meeting his gaze head-on.“Leave it alone, Hera.
LILITHI had spent all morning perfecting my appearance. I was finally released from the dungeon and I knew I had to seek Atticus out again.My hair, washed and braided into an elegant twist, framed my face just the way I knew Atticus would like it. I wore a soft, flowing gown that clung to my waist, a pale lavender that made my eyes stand out. I’d never gone to such lengths before—I mean, I always go the extra length just to please Atticus—but today was different. Today, I was going above and beyond because I had to make things right.I was going to apologise. It was my only way back into his good graces. I’d explain everything, tell him I’d acted out of pain, out of confusion, that it was only a mere joke that got out of hand. Hell, I’d beg if I had to. Anything to make him forgive me, to stay in the palace and, maybe, remind him that I had always been there, even after Rachel, to remind him that I will always be here to satisfy his every need.That I was all he needed… not tha
HERAHis hand shot up, gripping my neck tightly, choking me as he grunted against me. “Repeat what you said about Ben,” he challenged, his voice low and brimming with dominance. “I dare you!” He growled.I opened my mouth to answer, to throw another taunt his way, but he didn’t give me the chance. He slammed into me, his hips crashing against mine, hard and fast, knocking the breath from my lungs and shattering any thought of resistance.Oh shit!I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped out.His grip around me tightened as he began to pound into me, each thrust raw and angry, claiming every part of me, filling me so completely that it felt like he was branding himself into me, leaving no space for anyone else.“That’s right,” he chuckled darkly, his voice dark and laced with satisfaction as he thrust harder into my pussy. “Ben could never be man enough, not like I am. And you know it, deep down that no other man will fuck you so good like I am right now.”Each word was punctuated by a
HERAMy mind was racing, every rational thought scattering like ash, yet I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t pull myself back, couldn’t pry myself off him. I was supposed to be furious at Atticus, to despise him for the way he made me feel so unimportant, so insignificant. How he doubted me at every turn, pushing me away as if I were nothing but a complication to him. Yet here I was, kissing him like he was the air I needed to breathe.What the hell was wrong with me?His hands were on my waist, fingers digging in as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting me go. His mouth was relentless, heated, moving over mine with an intensity that left me trembling. It wasn’t gentle or soft; it was hungry, wild, and so damn raw that I felt every ounce of his anger, his frustration, his need—all of it, consuming me. His lips pressed firmly, his tongue sweeping over mine in a way that made me feel as if I were about to come undone right there, pinned between him and the wall.A quiet whimper escaped
ATTICUSLilith smirked, taking her time to run her gaze between Hera and me, clearly savouring every second of the tension she just caused.This might not have been why she came here, but she was definitely thrilled by the fact that Hera walked in on us too close for comfort. “I’ll let you two… talk,” she said, her voice smooth as silk. With a knowing look in her eyes, she backed out of the room, her heels clicking out of the room and her smirk lingering in the air like the trail of cheap perfume. The door shut, leaving Hera and me in a silence so thick I could choke on it.Hera’s eyes bored into mine, fury flashing in every line of her face. She stood tall, arms crossed, lips pressed in a tight line as we locked in a silent battle of wills. I was the first to speak, voice sharp."How’d you get out of the room?” I demanded, trying to keep my tone steady.A harsh, humourless laugh escaped her, and she shook her head, her expression twisting in disbelief. “That’s what you’re worried
ATTICUSI stormed down the corridor, fists clenched so tightly my knuckles ached. My mind was spinning, torn between anger and the raw, biting jealousy that had clawed its way up my throat the second I walked into Hera’s room and saw them together. I couldn’t unsee it—Ben leaning toward her, close enough to… He was going to kiss her, and she was letting him.Fuck! I ran my fingers through my hair. I have never felt this twisted in my life, and all over a woman. But this wasn’t just anyone—it was Hera. She was the last person that should make me feel this way, but yet, here we are!For the life of me, I couldn’t shake the image of her with Ben, the two of them close, almost kissing if I hadn’t walked in. And then his smug, arrogant face when I threw the first punch, and he just smiled, pushing every single one of my buttons, daring me to lose control. He enjoyed the fact that I unravelled, proving his long standing claim that I hated him. For the first time, I’d actually hit him.
HERA“Can you believe him?” I threw my hands up in the air. “He tells me to stay away from you like I’m some child he can control. One minute, he’s distant and cold, and the next, he wants to pull me in like nothing’s changed. It’s… it’s infuriating.”Ben and I were in my chamber, sitting by the fireplace, Ben simply watching me as I vented, that smile of his plastered on his face.“What?” I frowned at him, crossing my arms. “Why are you smiling?”He didn’t look fazed at all, his grin only growing. “Because it’s kind of endearing, how passionate you get about things. Even when you’re pissed off, you look…” He hesitated, as if searching for the right word. “…beautiful.”I blinked at him, caught off guard. Then a small, nervous laugh bubbled up from deep within my chest, surprising even me. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered, shaking my head, though I couldn’t suppress the smile tugging at the corner of my lips. Ben chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “I’m glad I could make you laugh, especia
ATTICUSThe fresh air hit me as I stepped into the garden, but it did nothing to dispel the tension coiling tight in my chest. Just up ahead, Hera and Ben strolled along the path, Hera laughing at something he must have said. Her laughter was soft, light, that carefree sound that I’d only heard a handful of times… and never directed at me. It was like hearing something forbidden, something meant for someone else—and that only made it worse.But then she noticed me. Her laughter faded, replaced by an uneasy look as her gaze met mine, and for a split second, her mood shifted entirely. She seemed… conscious, guarded, the brightness in her eyes dimming. The swift change hit me like a punch to the gut. I forced my gaze to remain steady, though the twist in my stomach tightened. Her smile faded because of me.I ignored Ben’s raised eyebrow, as he looked me over with that easy, unfazed expression. It made my irritation increase even more.“Hera,” I said, my voice low and clipped. “We ne
HERAThe grand hall where the reception for the coronation and wedding will be held was buzzing with activity as decorators hung drapes of deep crimson and gold. I watched them closely, nodding here and there, making slight adjustments to placements. The scent of fresh flowers lingered in the air, adding a softness to the atmosphere that did little to calm my nerves after the last few days.I was acting like the perfect trophy Luna even though I was anything but. It was beginning to get exhausting to play this part. I just can’t wait for the wedding and coronation to come and go, so that I can go back to my life.That’s if I even survive it. Just as I was about to oversee the floral arrangements, a commotion near the doorway caught my attention. Lilith had arrived, her presence commanding as always, chin held high and eyes flashing with annoyance. The guards moved immediately to block her path, crossing their arms and positioning themselves like an unmovable wall.“Out of my way,”
ATTICUSThe scene outside my window felt like a thorn in my flesh, one I couldn’t seem to ignore. I have been watching Hera out in the garden from the window of my study for more than twenty minutes, watching the way she shot arrows at the target, a deep scroll crossed over her forehead. But it had changed.Hera was now wearing that beautiful smile of hers that I hardly see, and there, right by her side, was Ben. The way she’d rushed to him, her arms slipping around his shoulders, the ease with which he held her in return—it dug under my skin like ice.Why the hell was he back? He should’ve been halfway across the mountains by now. The time he went was strategically planned for weeks, and nothing short of a blizzard would’ve delayed it. I turned from the window, jaw tight, just as Kai stepped into the study.“Why are you back?” I demanded, my voice sharper than I intended. Kai paused, sensing the edge in my tone.“A snowstorm,” he said, steady as always. “Hit out of nowhere, block
HERAThe palace was buzzing with energy as I made my way down the corridors, Anisha trailing just a step behind, taking note of every correction I had to make concerning the wedding and coronation preparations. Everything had to be perfect, and it was my duty to make sure it was—even if my mind was somewhere else entirely.We stopped in the main hall, where a small group of caterers waited with plates of cake slices lined up on the table for tasting. They straightened as soon as they saw me walk in. I walked up to the table, looking at all the cakes. “Which flavour would you like, my lady?” one of the servers asked, gesturing to the neat line of miniature cakes on the tray.I glanced over the selection, catching sight of chocolate. The rich, dark swirls called to me and I leaned closer, picking up a piece of the chocolate cake. The taste was rich and decadent, melting on my tongue, and for a fleeting second, I felt a flicker of happiness. “Chocolate,” I murmured, savouring it.My