"Sir Wraithborn! It's inappropriate! Please—!" My voice was barely audible as I tried to move away from him. Ella stirred up. No matter how much we tried to avoid the mate bond, we couldn't. The spiraling heartbeat felt like a huge fan of this situation. Hades's eyes sharpened with his lips pressing on my shoulder. "You shouldn't have run away from there! You made me worried!" Worried? He was worried about me? "I apologize!" I tightened the grip around my body. "Please don't cross the line here," I muttered, pulling myself together. My lips quivered as he grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him. "You don't seem to have any fever! Your wolf is fine. Then what happened?" I looked at him, shyness creeping onto my face. "I apologize for that sudden action—" "No!" He cut in smoothly. "It happened before as well. You seemed to lose consciousness every time I—" And I heard nothing. It was like a short circuit. I felt the world collapsing again, so closely, like it was turning u
I was confused—about the entire situation. I mean, what she wanted. If she had bestowed upon me a second chance, it could be as simple as living life in a different way. But her intentions behind my resurrection were clear and loud. She was trying to use me. But for what? And that book? Knowledge? It felt like I heard about it before. The thought churned in my mind, heavy and relentless, threatening to pull me under like a current."You okay?" Hades's voice cut through my spiraling thoughts, making me jolt slightly. My eyes snapped up, meeting his—red and magnetic, a gaze that seemed to strip me bare. The suffocating weight of his presence pressed against me, yet there was something unusual about him this time. He wrapped his suit around me, his fingers barely grazing my skin, but the warmth of his body heat lingered on the fabric. The usual arrogance and ruthlessness were missing from his expression. It was unsettling. "I am fine. I apologize!" I tried to stand up, but my kn
Upon returning home, my first course of action was to seek out my father. He was occupied, immersed in the unfolding chaos surrounding Alpha Wraithborn. The situation had escalated beyond expectation—who knew what course events would take next?Yet, my mind wandered elsewhere. First, to my mother. My father owed me answers, and I was determined to understand his perspective. But there was something about Hecate’s words that I could not accept—my supposed tragic fate.If I neither wed nor allied myself with him, the outcome would surely change. However, she had not spoken of my father’s fate shifting. My doom? I could accept a thousand deaths. But my father—he had to live. He was my foundation, my dearest companion, my family. He had sacrificed everything for my happiness. Hecate despised him. She would not yield so easily.Yet, in her animosity, I had glimpsed something valuable. She desired me—she wished for my return. That meant I held something that could serve as her weakness.
The declaration of war between the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack and the Black Shadow Wolf Pack came directly from Hades Wraithborn himself through the Alpha Council Association—unyielding and absolute. I was appalled. My conscience gnawed at me, whispering that I had failed once again to prevent this looming catastrophe. Yet, as I tried to piece together the puzzle, a single question loomed over my mind: Why would Hecate grant me another chance and ruin everything? Why was she targeting us out of nowhere? Alpha Hornet would die two years later. But if he had sold his soul, would he still die two years later?And if history was supposed to repeat and she would be the reason for this... What did she want from me? And the Moon Goddess—why did she remain silent? Her role was to oversee balance, yet her absence felt unnatural, almost deliberate. The greatest shock, however, lay in the fact that this time, it was the Black Shadow Wolf Pack that had declared war. In my previous life, it
Vindictive or not, the moment those words left my mouth, the entire room understood what they truly desired. Jonathan on the frontline. We, werewolves, adhere to strict laws in times of war. It is the Alpha’s duty to lead his pack into battle, provided he remains of sound mind and good health. Should he prove incapable, then a new Alpha must be appointed without hesitation. And yet, none of us were naïve. Alpha Hornet was no fool—he would not have provoked a pack as formidable as the Black Shadow Wolf Pack without some hidden strategy in place. In my past life, my father—Gamma of our pack, renowned as an indomitable force—had sworn an oath to protect Jonathan, the heir, and had stood steadfastly beside Alpha Hornet. I, too, had been at the heart of Jonathan’s training, forging him into a warrior fit for succession. That, of course, had only served to make things easier for Alpha Hornet. But did he truly believe we would tread the same path as before? How foolish. "Comm
I felt my breath hitch in my throat as Hades Wraithborn approached, each step measured, deliberate, like a predator closing in on his prey. His sleek black fur-lined coat billowed behind him, its hem sweeping over the frost-laced ground. Beneath it, his half-buttoned shirt exposed the sculpted planes of his chest—a silent testament to his strength. But there was no warmth in him. The smirk tugging at his lips carried only malice, and his crimson eyes, gleaming like blood caught in moonlight, held nothing but raw hatred. For the first time, he made no effort to mask it. He wanted me to see it. “Hades Wraithborn,” I whispered, my voice steady despite the tension coiling in my stomach. My steps were slow but purposeful as I edged toward the cliffside, the jagged rocks below a cruel reminder of my precarious position. “Commander Celeriac.” His voice was a venomous drawl, each syllable laced with disdain. “I never thought you would be foolish enough to step into my domain uninvited
Narrator's POV,The room was thick with the scent of musk and sweat, the air heavy with tension and unspoken desires. The Omega servant trembled as Alpha Hornet’s grip tightened on her hair, his breath hot against her skin. His nails dug into her scalp, eliciting a quiet whimper from her lips. He liked that—liked the way she flinched yet remained obedient, her body stiff but compliant. The moment the door swung open, she sucked in a breath, her body tensing like a cornered animal. But Alpha Hornet didn’t even flinch. He was too far gone, too lost in his own indulgence to care about interruptions. Beta Morgan stepped inside, his expression unreadable, though there was something dark flickering behind his gray eyes. He barely spared a glance at the scene before him. It wasn’t shocking. Not in this house. Not in the Alpha’s chambers, where women were treated as possessions, their cries swallowed by the thick walls. His voice was steady, clipped. “Gamma Celeriac and his team have ar
Gamma Celeriac,The moment we stepped into the Alpha residence, several high-ranking officials joined us, their stiff postures and hushed whispers thickening the already suffocating tension. Unease clung to them like a second skin, their furtive glances betraying their doubts about this entire ordeal. They, too, sensed something was terribly wrong. Alpha Hornet, of all people, understood the sheer danger posed by the Black Shadow Wolf Pack. They didn’t just dominate the Alpha Association of the state—they had their claws buried deep in many powerful packs, packs that survived only because the Black Shadow wolves allowed them to. But winning wasn’t impossible. If I unleashed my power, if I let Elysia unseal hers, there wasn’t a force in existence that could stop us. Yet, I had spilled enough blood to last lifetimes. After Elysia’s mother’s death, the only thing anchoring me to this world was my daughter. And now, Hecate was hunting her. The only way to keep her safe was to ensu
Hades,The moment the flickering lights of daylight hit my eyelids, I opened my eyes. A smile spread over my face when the moments of last night suddenly rushed through my mind unexpectedly. Her touch, the way her body curled against mine, and the quiet comfort of her breath against my neck—it all came back like a warm breeze. Assuming that my little mate would be next to me, I turned.But instead of seeing the sight of my little mate, I felt a cold, empty side next to me. The sheet was still slightly crumpled, her scent faint but lingering like an afterthought. A low chuckle escaped my throat. She was an early bird and I underestimated her. It was so like her to wake before me and slip out quietly.Throwing the blanket away from my body, I decided to head to the bathroom first and then to the kitchen or the gym. However, as the blanket hit the other side of the bed, a soft crinkle caught my attention. My vampire instincts, sharp and ever-alert, instantly honed in on the unfamiliar
Hades, Her pulse It thrummed beneath her delicate skin, a steady rhythm that sent shockwaves through my body. Each beat echoed in my skull, syncing with my own erratic heartbeat. The scent of her blood curled through the air, sweet and intoxicating, igniting a hunger so raw that it clawed at my throat. A primal need crashed over me. Instinct. Hunger. Desire. It overrode everything. I forgot that I wasn't only a werewolf, I was something else too. Something dangerous. Ruby stiffened beside her mother, her sharp instincts picking up on the change. Her bright eyes flickered to me, widening slightly, cautious and wary. Elysia, however, remained unaware. She reached out, her fingers grazing my shoulder, her eyes filled with pure concern and worry— But I snapped, “Don’t touch me!” The words ripped from my throat, harsher than I intended. I jerked away from her touch as if burned, my entire body rigid with restraint. Elysia blinked in surprise, confusion flickering acr
Hades,"Master!" Dallas stormed into the room, his face burned and his body tense. He looked around, scanning for threats or disapproval, but his discomfort was obvious. At the low table, Ruby had been occupied with her crayons, coloring something with deep focus. At his sudden entrance, she froze mid-stroke. Her wide, bright eyes landed on him, flickering with curiosity for only a brief moment—before twisting into rage. "You evil woman!" Her tiny voice rang out like a battle cry. The air around her crackled, and without warning, a small burst of fire shot from her mouth, aimed directly at Dallas. Dallas barely had time to react. He flinched, stumbling back in surprise and immediately darted behind me for protection. Elysia let out an amused chuckle but moved quickly, wrapping her arms around Ruby and pulling her close. "Calm down, Cupcake," she murmured, pressing a reassuring kiss to the top of her head. "It’s not the bad woman. It’s your brother, Dallas." Ruby blinked
Elysia,The city lights flickered beyond the tall windows, their glow casting elongated shadows across the room. I lay in bed, my body burning with fever, every limb aching from the poison coursing through my veins. The dull roar of the bustling streets below felt distant, almost like a memory I couldn’t quite grasp. Beside me, Ruby slept peacefully, her tiny chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. It was astonishing how much power she wielded. To have taken down a female beta wolf without a single scratch was something even seasoned warriors couldn’t claim. And the teleportation—swift and precise—was proof of her immense strength. I should have expected nothing less, but even so, her abilities left me in awe. Yet, despite all that had happened, a nagging question remained in my mind. How had they found us? Hades had been tending to that woman since earlier. I had never seen her before, nor did I care to know her, but she was clearly of some importance. I could only assume sh
I ran as fast as my small legs could carry me, the weight of my mission clear in my mind. The woman had hurt my Mommy. She was so strong, so terrifying, yet now, she would face me, Ruby—the little dragon who would protect my mother at any cost. Mommy… She was in danger, but I was going to save her. "Mommy!" I called out. I burst into the room, my eyes frantically searching for her. And then, there she was. Mommy’s eyes fluttered open as soon as I entered, her gaze filled with emotions I couldn’t quite read at first. But there was something warm, something deep in her eyes that made the world feel right again, something that softened the ache in my heart. “Ruby!” she whispered, her voice weak, but full of love. “My star…” Her arms reached out toward me, trembling, but they were still strong, still loving, even though she was in pain. I rushed to her, my little body colliding with hers as I wrapped my arms around her, pressing my face against her chest. “Mommy! Are you okay? A
Ruby,I followed the scent, my tiny steps quick and purposeful. It was faint, but unmistakable—the lingering trace of the woman who had dared to hurt my Mommy. My tiny fists clenched, my heart pounding with fury. I would find her. I would make her pay.The night was still, the usual sounds of nature silent as if the world itself was holding its breath. But not me. I was too angry, too determined to be still.As I ran, my feet barely touching the ground, my mind was clear. No distractions. No thoughts except the image of my Mommy, weak and helpless and covered with blood. It burned in my chest.The scent led me further into the forest, and after what felt like an eternity, I caught sight of her. The woman was walking slowly, unaware of the danger behind her. She was in her human body. Perfect for me.I crouched low, just out of sight, my heart pounding in anticipation. She was mine.Stealthily, I approached, moving swiftly through the trees. I didn’t need to be silent. I didn’t need to
Dallas, The earliest memory I had was standing on the riverbank, watching my siblings transform into fish. Their bodies shimmered under the morning sun as they disappeared beneath the surface, their movements seamless, as if they belonged to the water itself. I didn’t know how to do it. My sister, whose face I could no longer recall, grabbed my arm. Her touch was firm, her voice insistent. "Concentrate," she urged. "Think of yourself as a fish." I tried. I truly did. But all I remembered was the overwhelming rush of water engulfing me. I was swept away, tumbling, drowning, falling into something unknown. When I woke up, I was no longer myself. I didn’t recognize my form. My body felt foreign, my limbs unfamiliar. I couldn't remember what I had been before. I only knew one thing—I could change. Into anything. Into anyone. That was how my life began. Then, I met her. She kept me in a vast room, a library filled with endless books. Shelves stretched high, packed with stori
Elysia,The distinct bitterness of oleander still lingered in my mouth, coating my senses with its deadly essence. It was the second poison I had recognized, almost immediately after the first. Oleander was ruthless—it weakened the heart, slowly breaking down its strength until it faltered completely. Heart attacks, heart failure, an excruciating end that left no room for recovery. Yet, I was still here. Maybe my father had been right when he claimed we were immortal, something beyond the reach of death’s cruel grasp. But I didn’t feel that way. I could sense it in my chest—the way my heart struggled, the faint numbness creeping through my veins. I felt weaker, more fragile than ever before. But I wasn’t afraid. Hades knelt beside me, his hands steady but his expression filled with concern as he finished treating my wound. He was a strong healer, one of the best, and I could no longer feel the sharp sting in my stomach. The pain had disappeared under his careful touch, leaving b
Ruby,Dragons are intelligent creatures. Mommy told me that. Our brains develop faster than any other species. We learn things quickly—how to speak, how to understand, how to protect. But the most important thing dragons know is that we must do anything to protect our mothers and children. Mommy said I was born six months ago, but I was with my birth mother for a long time before that. My brain grew faster than my body, but I was still a baby. I was studying every day to understand my Mommy better. Mommy said studying would help me grow up faster, and I wanted to grow up soon. I wanted to be big and strong so I could protect Mommy forever. Today, a lady came to our house. She talked a lot, too much. Mommy looked uncomfortable with her. She didn’t like the lady, but she was kind. She listened and stayed patient. Mommy was a good Mommy. She never hurt people unless they were bad. But something was strange. Usually, I could smell everything—blood, food, even the change in people’s