Alora’s POVThe goddess’s voice drifted through the silence, soft yet carrying a strange edge, smooth as silk but laden with a chill that prickled along my skin. It sounded familiar. Like she was the one that spoke to me in my dreams. “I know why you’re here,” she began, her face still obscured beneath her hood. Even Nevaeh stirred for the first time in so many hours in my arms. She felt the powers simmering in the air. I could feel her piercing gaze even though I couldn’t see it, and a shiver crawled down my spine. My heart leapt with a glimmer of hope, finally, an answer. But her next words brought confusion instead.“But I am not the one you were meant to come and see,” she said coolly, her tone almost mocking. My breath caught, surprise rendering me speechless. Not her? Then who?Rune’s hand tightened around mine in silent support, but even his touch couldn’t calm the flood of unease that suddenly surged through me. This is so tiring and if it were for anyone else, I would’ve
Alora’s POVThe sound of her laughter sent a shiver up my spine. It was low and rasping, like a blade scraping stone, and there was a hunger in it that made my skin crawl. I forced myself to look up, only to find her eyes fixed on me, then sliding over to Rune, who held my hand tightly. But she didn’t look at him like an adversary, or even a nuisance, no, she stared at him as if she were a starving wolf, and he was prey. Her gaze roamed over him with a hunger that felt almost palpable. Rune met her eyes, unyielding, but I could feel the tension radiating from him.I watched her warily, feeling as though she was moments from pouncing, her body coiled and ready, her lips curving into a sly smile that was anything but friendly. Anger flared in me, and I stood up from the floor, squaring my shoulders and planting myself between her and Rune, feeling my pulse race with both fear and determination.At my stance, her gaze finally shifted back to me. Her head tilted to the side, an amused s
Alora’s POVMy eyes went wide as the light dimly returned, illuminating a surreal and deeply unsettling scene. As the haze lifted, I found myself staring at the goddess, the healer goddess herself, laid out naked on a bed draped in dark silks, her body flawless and seemingly crafted to entice mortals. Butt fucking naked. Her skin was smooth, the contours of her body curving in a way that made her appear both ethereal and entirely seductive. I mean, she is a goddess sos he is allowed to create herself. Despite myself, something stirred within me at the sight of her, an undeniable appreciation for her beauty, even as revulsion bubbled beneath it. She was a sight for sour eyes and she knew it. Beside her, Rune sat on the bed, looking utterly disoriented, his brows furrowed as if he’d just awakened from a dream he couldn’t quite remember. I’m not sure what to feel. His eyes darted around, then landed on her. Confusion turned to rage as his jaw clenched, fists tightening against the s
Alora’s POVThe goddess's lips curved into a smirk as she leaned back, lounging with an air of absolute command. Her eyes glinted with a new hunger, as if an idea had just sparked. I just knew I was going to have her if she said anything more. “Actually,” she purred, tracing a languid finger along the sheets, “I’ve changed my mind. I want you to join, too.”My jaw dropped, the disbelief so palpable that I stared at her like she had completely lost her mind. Surely, she was joking. There had to be a shred of humanity, of basic decency, lurking somewhere beneath that ethereal, twisted mask. But her expression remained unmoved, her gaze level and far too serious for this to be anything less than real. There was none. She wasn’t fucking joking. She wanted us to have sdx with her. In her twisted mind. She tilted her head, that smug smile spreading as she continued, “I haven’t had mortals I didn’t create myself in… well, ever. I want to try you. You two seem… promising.” Her eyes raked
Alora’s POVThe atmosphere shifted dramatically as another figure strode into the chamber, her presence commanding immediate attention. She looked remarkably similar to the goddess who had already ensnared us in her twisted game, yet there was an air of maturity about her. This new goddess radiated an ancient power, a depth of experience evident in the way she carried herself. Her long hair flowed like liquid silver down her back, catching the dim light, and her features were sharper, more defined, a woman who had seen millennia pass.As she approached the healer goddess, a strange tension crackled in the air. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed the healer softly, an intimate exchange that surprised even me. The healer goddess's eyes widened momentarily in shock before they fluttered shut, melting into the kiss, her surprise morphing into desire. They groped each other for a few moments, hands exploring bare skin, a primal hunger exchanged between them. The new goddess low
Rune’s POVI slowly came to consciousness, a soft warmth enveloped me, contrasting sharply with the cold stone beneath my back. I blinked against the dim light filtering into the dungeon-like chamber, my senses gradually sharpening. It didn’t take long for the realization to set in: I was not alone. Alora was pressed against my side, her skin warm and bare against mine, her delicate form molded to me as if we were two pieces of a puzzle. My heart raced as I absorbed the scene around us. The heavy iron bars of a cell loomed just a few feet away, casting long shadows that danced in the flickering light of torches mounted on the walls. The air was thick and musty, a stark reminder of the grim surroundings. Panic surged through me. Where the hell were we? Why am I always getting locked these days?I tried to sit up, but Alora stirred beside me, her body shifting slowly, her face scrunching up as if she were grappling with the remnants of a dream. “Rune?” she murmured, her voice hoars
Rune’s POVThe room seemed to hum with an unseen force, one that seeped into my bones and made my skin prickle with unease. I tightened my grip around Alora, feeling her shiver against me, her silent tears warm as they trailed down my chest. I knew what those tears were for, even if she couldn’t bring herself to speak it. Our daughter was still out there, somewhere beyond the reach of this game and we were helpless to protect her.Alora buried her face in my shoulder, her anguish raw and unfiltered. Her vulnerability cut through me, sharper than any blade, and I wished I could shield her from this humiliation, from the hands of these goddesses who treated us like toys.But just as I braced for whatever wickedness the sisters had in store, the air shifted once more, heavier this time, thick with authority and an ancient power that settled into the very stones of the dungeon. A chill ran down MY spine. Even the two goddesses, who had been reveling in our suffering only moments ago, st
Alora’s POVShortly after the Moon Goddess left, the hooded goddess entered. She moved with a quiet, steady grace over the floor. She approached silently, then held out two neatly folded sets of clothes.“Put these on,” she said, her voice soft but leaving no room for question.I exchanged a glance with Rune, and we both dressed quickly, the fabric strange but surprisingly comfortable. It felt odd, the simple act of wearing clothes again, and I sensed Rune’s protectiveness bristling under the surface. As soon as we finished, she gestured for us to follow her through the stone corridor, leading us to a dimly lit chamber. A table was set, two plates filled with food, and though my stomach was tight with tension, I realized how hungry I was. We sat down and ate, though Rune watched her carefully, his suspicion plain.Finally, she turned to him. “I need to speak to her alone.”Rune tensed, his hand drifting protectively toward mine. “If you think I’ll leave her here alone with you—”She