Alpha Hades
Did I come off too strong? Perhaps, but then again, he's an Alpha and should be able to take my shit with ease.
Now that I think about it, maybe, just maybe, I'm wrong.
What if there really is more to Zeno than meets the eye?
One of those hidden things must be connected to the medicine he mentioned earlier. What kind of crap does he have to take if he doesn't want to die? How severe is the disease? What in the world could be fatal to an Alpha? Unless it's another shifter, I've never heard of a disease that could take down an Alpha werewolf.
Then comes his unique appearance. Only a blind man wouldn't notice how handsome the Silver Alpha is, b
ZenoI can't believe this. He's impossible.Nero always has an answer ready, no matter what I do or say. And on top of that, to make it worse, he chooses what to respond to or what to ignore.Couldn't my father warn me about Nero and his behaviour? Probably not, since he had no idea whom I would marry.I wait for Nero to carry me inside the bedroom and let me back on my feet. Again, I have to remind myself why I put up with his behaviour. For my people, I'll sleep in the monster's bed. It sucks that his bedroom looks perfect and his bed incredibly comfortable. I'd feel like I'm doing more if he locked me in the cells.Nero's gaze nearly bu
Alpha HadesCome to think of it, I've heard a lot of rumours about Alpha's Silver pack, but some of them sounded so exaggerated that I didn't bother to listen.But now, I regret that I didn't. Looking at my wife, my Zeno, I understand why some wolves I met couldn't shut up about the qualities of said pack. Or should I say about the appearance of those who live in the territory of the Silver Moons?Zeno, he's... He's something special. I know we've barely met, but I know he's special. If not to others, then at least to me.The slight blush that appears on his cheeks when I hold him only emphasises how pale he really is. His eyes seem to sparkle every time I crack a joke, but the confusion in them dr
ZenoNero's face falls as he backs away from me. Maybe I was too harsh on him.I raise an eyebrow, more than ready to turn around and run away when he tries to pull something on me, but he just stares at his feet. "Is it really that bad?" Nero whispers."What?" I'm not sure what he means, but this man is so bipolar that I can't comprehend how his emotions change.One moment he's happy, the next he's angry or sad. Who does this? And why does he change like this only when we're alone? I don't see this childish behaviour when Nero's around others.With his friend, and probably the whole pack, he's the big, scary Alpha who would rather die tha
ZenoI don't feel hungry. Not anymore.When Nero insisted that I must eat, the thought of food seemed somewhat tempting, but now, I feel like I have a lump in my throat, and no force will help me get rid of it.As if the tense situation between Nero and me wasn't enough, now, I have his friend breathing down my neck. I understand that Damon wants what's best for his closest friend, but that doesn't give him the right to scold me like a child.Something happened. Something I don't want Damon to know about: whatever is going on between Nero and me is our business and our business alone. We don't need anyone interfering and trying to save something that will inevitably end in disaster.
Alpha HadesHow stupid can I be? How deep in delusion I allowed myself to sink? Zeno Silver and I? Yeah, as if!It won't be long before I hear another round of rumours about what a terrible person I am. But this one won't be something I could ignore because it will be Zeno who thinks I'm anything but a man who could be enough.I'm never fucking enough.Perhaps I shouldn't have left like that, but I couldn't stay around him anymore. I tried. I fucking tried.I didn't know where I was going when I stormed out of the kitchen, and apparently, neither did my brain, because now I'm facing a completely destroyed bedroom.
ZenoI follow Lorette, completely dumbfounded. How can someone as bright and cheerful as Lorette be related to a sour apple like Nero? Besides, only a fool wouldn't notice the massive respect everyone in this pack has for her. People around us are quick to bow, call out greetings, or simply approach her when they're close enough. It doesn't matter how they choose to greet her; they all have one thing in common: as soon as the older lady comes into view, everyone's faces break into a beaming smile. I wonder if my people have ever looked at me with such admiration and love as they look at Lorette. To Hell, I wonder if any of the Silver Moon's pack members ever showed me even half the respect these people show Nero. She leads me down an extremely long hall, explaining where I can find help if I need it. Of course, being a little fox, Lorette doesn't miss the opportunity and adds that I should definitely seek out Nero before looking for help elsewhere. "Give it some time; my grandson
Alpha HadesI don't want to go home. It's just as stupid as it sounds. Running through the woods and patrolling the borders helped me get rid of pent-up anger and stress, but when I returned to the front of the packhouse, I didn't want to go in. Call me a coward, but I can't face my wife, not after the argument that went down in the kitchen.Common sense 1, the delusion of Hades 0. Even though I knew this whole marriage show could turn into an absolute nightmare, I never thought my wife would hate me with such passion. It sucks when people base their opinion of you on rumours they've heard instead of trying to get to know you. And there it goes, again, I'm sucked into thoughts about Zeno. If this is how my brain works from now on, I don't know how I'll deal with any of my responsibilities. I have to clear my head and forget about today. Yes, that's perfect - today never happened, and I never met the ridiculously sexy Zeno Silver, who now has the same last name as me. "Shit!" I
ZenoI've always struggled with my emotions, especially when my father mocked me for my inability to hide them. He loved to remind me how easy it was to read what I was feeling just by looking at my face. But now, once the panic seizes me, and I remember the pain I used to feel because of the lack of medication, I don't think about pushing Nero away. Instead, I allow him to cradle me, hold me close and comfort me in times of need. I'm no fool; I can feel how tense his body is and how desperately he holds onto me. Isn't that funny? It feels like we've known each other forever as if we spend hundreds of hours talking about everything and nothing. In reality, we just met, got married because of a stupid business deal, and now we seek comfort in each other's arms. As a grown man who holds the title of an Alpha, it's hard for me to admit when something scares or hurts me, so once the tears start streaming down my cheeks, I try to hide them. If it were my father who saw me in a moment
Alpha Hades I remember when I was younger, people used to remind me time was priceless. Sure, during my teenage years, which I spent in front of the TV screen, I never thought of their words as anything important. But things change, and so do people. I've changed. For the best. All thanks to the man who refuses to let me be next to him in the delivery room. I begged, cried, demanded, fuck it, I bribed him, but Zeno remained firm on his decision. The best I could get was to watch the bump grow, hold and support him. And I did all of it. I did my best to be the most supportive father this world has seen, but I still didn't earn the right to be next to him while our baby is born. My grandmother did, don't ask me how, but she did. While Zeno is giving birth to our first baby, my grandmother holds his hand and me, and my father are sitting in the waiting room. I didn't want him here, but he kept insisting, and once he called my husband, the hell broke loose. Because, according to Z
Alpha HadesI never thought that fate could be so kind to me. I've always lived under the misconception that relationships were about sex and the success of the pairing solely depended on it. And yet here I am, lying in bed with the man of my dreams, pressed against my chest. With Zeno, everything changes. He jumped into my life to prove me wrong from the day we met. Starting from that stupid camp and ending with marriage. Zeno moves a little closer in his sleep, and I instantly sigh with relief. I love that we both appear to be dependent on each other. My husband makes me feel like being clingy isn't bad. Zeno knows I'm a jealous fuck, but he's not running around and telling everyone how sick he is of my nature. He accepts me the way I am. Zeno fell asleep just minutes ago, but I can't help but wonder if this is our happy end. I think it might be. I'm pretty sure it is. I'm about to close my eyes and nap with my husband when I feel a pull on my mind-link and barely restrain myse
ZenoI can't help but smile as I watch Nero slide off the wedding ring and replace it with the one I just gave him. Maybe it wouldn't mean much to others, but I gave all I have in exchange for the simple ring, and I regret nothing. And now, as I look at my husband, I can't believe how far we have come. I'm sure no one saw us coming, and neither did I, but at this point, I don't see anybody but him.Whenever Nero enters the room, everything else fades; it's just him and I, even if his attention isn't on me. He got me so hooked that I'm desperately clinging to him, and I refuse to let go. Even now, as I look at him admiring the simple ring, I feel flush travel up my cheeks. Nero is the most beautiful man I've ever seen. I don't care that I'm supposed to see him as this handsome, masculine man because he's so much more. He's beautiful inside and out. Once his eyes leave the ring, Nero grins at me and speaks up, "How about we test the statement you left inside my new ring, huh?" How I
Beta Damon I barely take one step towards the bastard, and he starts screaming as if I touched his private parts. For the record- I wouldn't. Ever. Even with a ten-foot pole. Fuck it, even with two poles and a pair of rubber gloves. "Soo, what was the saying you used to love to use against Zeno now, huh? Ah, that's right: why don't you man up and stop acting like a little bitch?" I grin as I crouch next to him. The look on his face is priceless, and honestly, I start understanding why Nero is always on such a high whenever he takes down those asshole Alphas. To know that one has wronged so many people and is about to face the consequences by your hand is one addictive fucking sensation. Possibly better than sex. "I-I," he tries to stutter, but I raise my hand in front of his face to stop him. This is my moment, and I intend to enjoy every fucking second I can get. "How does it feel?" I whisper the question as he raises his eyebrow in question. A chuckle leaves me as I shake
Alpha HadesSomething is up with Zeno. Something has to be up with him because his reaction, or lack thereof, to me, almost choking his father, is far too unusual. I didn't have any idea he knew about my upcoming birthday since I had no intentions to tell him, but I have a wild guess I know where the information came from. And just as that thought crosses my mind, Damon appears in the doorframe and grins at me. That big goof sure loves testing my patience. "Nero, look," he exclaims and raises the tiniest neon pink ballet dress I've ever seen. My grip around the fucker's throat loosens; I let him fall to the floor and wrap my arms around my wonderful husband. That tiny dress is but a reminder of how fucking lucky I am to have Zeno. And soon enough, he will give birth to our miracle, making our family officially complete. "I can't wait to be a dad," I whisper near his ear. Zeno chuckles and returns the hug. "You already are; it's just that the little bean is growing inside me, not
ZenoAfter we left Nero's father's house, which I believe isn't the place he actually lives in, the day went on. Damon texted Nero to warn him we left to do some shopping so my husband wouldn't lose his mind when he didn't find me in the bedroom. Aside from the weird aftertaste of the conversation with Nero's father, I feel fine. He didn't want to tell me more details about the crimes my father had committed, and come to think of it; I don't want to know. It's enough that his image is tainted in my eyes; I don't want to ruin it for good. I know he's not the best person, but I also understand that we don't choose our parents, so I would rather cling to the good memories, even if those are nothing but lies. "Will you stop thinking about him? This day is about you, about the cute princess shit we can buy for the baby and the gift we need to get for your husband." Damon nudges my side, and I flash him an apologetic smile. "You're right. Anyway, I have an idea of what I want to get fo
Alpha Hades I feel like a brand new man when the doctors tell me I can leave the hospital. Thank God, if I had to inhale more of that awful scent of medicine mixed with blood and vomit, I'd probably lose my mind. All I want now is to get back to the bedroom, strip, get under the sheets, and hold my precious husband in my arms. Just the thought of being close to Zeno excites me, yet as high in the clouds it brings me, those things stand nowhere near to how I feel when I think of the news. He's pregnant, carrying our pup, and he's keeping it. I must be the luckiest motherfucker alive if the Goddess blessed me with a gift as precious as Zeno. And now, after all the bullshit we had to experience, lately, I'm certain about one thing- there's no way I'm letting him go. Not anymore. With my mind stuck somewhere among those imaginary clouds, I don't notice anyone in my way, so I'm not even surprised when I run into someone. "Shit, I'm sorry, I didn't see you." I blurt out the apology eve
ZenoDamon is the embodiment of chaos. The way this man talks, acts, and even walks all screams 'crazy.'I can't be the one who doubts Nero's decisions in the slightest, but the more time I spend around Damon, the more I wonder what it was that Nero saw in him to ask the guy if he wants to be his Beta. On the one hand, he is trustworthy and loyal, but on the other, he's a lunatic living in his own mind. As I follow Damon out of the packhouse and towards the car, I wonder if the ideas he brews in his mind are good. Who am I kidding, it's a complete mess, and we will definitely get to hear a word or two from Nero later, but I need that damn gift. I'm dead-set on my goal. Nero won't spend any birthday without a gift from me, yet, I still have to figure out what I could give him. The man has everything and more. Damon pulls me out of my thoughts as he opens the car door for me. I nod and sit in the passenger seat as he hums a melody. Once we're both inside, buckled up and ready to con
ZenoNero had to stay in the hospital for observations, but since we just learned about our early parenthood, he sent me back to our bedroom to rest. I wanted to stay in the hospital, but he kept insisting I needed proper rest, so I caved in.Honestly, I am tired beyond limits; I didn't want to show it, so I wouldn't worry Nero, but I'm pretty sure he can see past my walls at this point. As I walk down the halls, the pack members, every single one, who crosses my path, congratulate me. I exaggerated when I said Damon told everyone, but it seems like every little lie can hold the truth. Though a smile spreads across my lips at each kind word coming from them, I can't help but wonder what reaction my father might have. Nero is right; my father is a dick and always has been one, but that doesn't mean he's not my father anymore. I can't choose a parent, and so it happens the cards given to me by life aren't the best, yet, it is what it is. As much as I hope he would be happy to become