Davina’s POV
“Wake up, Davina. You need to wake up now” I felt a hand on my shoulder, shaking me awake. My eyes fluttered open, and the world came into focus. I had fallen asleep while waiting for Father, I groaned and sat up, staring at the person before me. “Mom?” I asked, trying to adjust to the darkness. When I finally did, my eyes widened in horror at the sight before me. Mother’s face was close to mine, but something was wrong. Blood was smeared across her cheeks, her lips trembled as she held Sebastian close and both had tears falling from their eyes. “Mom, are you okay?” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding in my ears. The sight of the blood staining her clothes, dripping from wounds I couldn’t even make sense of, sent a chill down my spine. My heart raced and my hands reached out instinctively. “Davina, listen to me” She held my hands as tears fell from her cheek “Your father-” She took a harsh breath, trying to form coherent words. “Your father is dead.” Time seemed to freeze and I felt as if someone had stabbed my heart with a knife. I stared at Mother in confusion, unsure if I had heard wrong but she couldn't stop crying and neither did Sebastian. “Mom, what do you mean–” A loud explosion that caused the ground to shake stopped me from my sentence. Loud cries and howls filled the night- I turned towards the window and watched how houses burned down, watched how the people from the pack ran in panic and fear, how they were shot with arrows, slashed with swords and tore apart without an ounce of mercy. It was a massacre. “Davina, we need to run now!” I felt a hand gripping me and pulling me towards the door. I was in a daze as I stared at the corpses on the ground that laid bare in the cold arms of death. I almost threw up when I saw them– a mother holding her child’s lifeless body, her arms locked around him as if shielding him from a threat long gone. “Davina” Sebastian held my hand and I turned to see him crying. Something seemed to click in me and I took a deep breath to stop myself from crying– from breaking down completely at the sight before me. “This way” Mother held a dagger in her hand as she led us outside the packhouse and that was when I saw the brutal scene clearly. The people I had grown up with, that I had loved being massacred, it was a sickening sight that filled me with dread and clawed at my insides. “It's okay, everything will be fine” I didn't know if I was comforting Sebastian or myself but as we ran I knew I had to protect him. “Watch out!” Mother suddenly screamed and I turned around as an arrow shot towards us. I pushed Sebastian to Mother, I was about to dodge it but I knew it was going to be late. I inhaled sharply, bracing for the impact but just before the arrow could hit me, a wolf came into view, deflecting it with his paw. I glanced at the brown wolf, recognizing it to be Elijah. He narrowed his eyes at me before looking at Mother. He seemed to have said something through a mind link because Mother cried harder before pulling us towards the woods. “Thank you,” I heard her whisper and I looked back to see three wolves charging at him. “Capture them, let no one escape!” The wolves were closing in, it would be only a matter of time before they caught us. Mother stopped before turning to me, her eyes glistening with heartbreaking tears. “Davina” “No!” She took my hands in hers but I shook my head, knowing what she was going to do but I couldn't let her do it, I can't lose her like how I lost Father. “Davina, listen to me. I have to do this.” “No, I said no, mom. Please don't do this. Please don't leave us.” I pleaded but she shook her head, wiping my tears with her bloody hands. “.....mom, please.” “Davina, it's okay. It's my responsibility to protect you two. I can't let anything happen to you.”. Her voice cracked, revealing her pain. “You’re the Alpha Dalton’s daughter. The next in line of the Golden Fang, so survive, no matter what”. I cried harder, clenching my hands by my sides and Sebastian tugged at her clothes, refusing to let her go but she only hugged him before placing a kiss on his head. “There is a boat at the shore that is waiting, take that boat and leave, don't look back” She said as she pushed me and Sebastian away. “No, follow us. Let's go together” I begged, tears streaming down my face. I knew she was trying to protect us, sacrifice her life for us but I couldn't lose her. “Mom, please no” Sebastian tried to hold her hand but she moved away and pushed him to me. “Protect your brother, Davina. I am counting on you” With a final glance at me, she jumped and shifted into a black wolf rushing towards the rogues that were chasing us. We watched as she fought off the wolves. Sebastian tried to run after her but I held Sebastian's hand and dragged him away despite his cries and pleas. I knew she was doing it for us, I couldn't let her sacrifice be in vain. We hadn't gotten far before a painful cry stopped us in our tracks. We turned and right before our eyes, we saw Mother’s black wolf being ripped apart by the rogues. She looked at us and a tear rolled down her cheek as she drew her final breath. “No, Mom!” Sebastian tried to run up to her but I held him back and ran forward and didn't stop. My heart was shattering into pieces, my world was collapsing in front of me and I couldn't do anything, I couldn't save my mother. “The boat” I whispered under my breath when I saw it from afar. There was a man on it and I recognised him as one of the warriors from the pack. I held Sebastian tighter and increased our speed but just when we were closer, I fell to the ground with a painful cry. “Davina!” Sebastian yelled, looking at my shoulder in fright. I bit down a scream as I pulled out the silver arrow lunged in my shoulder. A heart-wrenching pain shot through my body and I could feel all my strength drenching. I watched as Sebastian began to tremble, using his hand to stop the bleeding but I knew it was useless. “Sebastian…” I whispered, trying to speak through the pain. I didn't know what was worse, the pain on my shoulder or the pain of watching him cry. “I will be behind you. Run to the boat” He shook his head, refusing to leave but I could hear the sounds of footsteps drawing closer. I pushed him away and he fell down on the ground, watching me in surprise. “I would be right behind, I promise, so leave. You have to go to that boat, if you are here then I won't be able to protect the both of us so you have to go first. I will find a way to escape and meet you”. He shook his head but I smiled, “I will find you, Sebastian. I promise”. I lied, holding back tears and with his trembling hands, he wiped his tears before shaking his head. “Hold out, Davina. I will ask for help and come back. Please hold out, I won't leave without you” He said with determination and before I could say anything he ran towards the boat to ask for help. I groaned in pain, forcing myself up. My legs were weak but I managed to walk in the opposite direction, knowing that I had to protect Sebastian with my life. My wound bled out and I could feel my consciousness slipping away. I struggled to keep my eyes open and through a blur, I saw the wolves approaching me, baring their fangs. One wolf leaped at me but I dodged falling on the ground. I tried to crawl away from the rogues but two arrows struck me, one on the leg and the other on my side. I whimpered and lay there, staring at the dark sky. The smell of blood filled my nostrils and I heaved a deep sigh as my eyes began to close and my body slowly began getting numb from the pain. “Father, Mother” I whispered, tears dancing down my cheeks as I saw them smiling down at me. I was going to die and I knew it but my only wish was that Sebastian had gotten away safely. “If something happens, something that leaves you no choice then break the crystal” I heard Father’s voice in my head and my hand weakly grabbed the crystal. With all the strength I had left, I crushed it, watching a faint smoke burst out of the crystal. My chest burned as if something had been carved into it, etched deep beneath the skin like an inescapable mark. Suddenly, a blinding light engulfed my vision, forcing my eyes shut. The air filled with screams, but everything faded to white before I succumbed to the darkness.Davina’s POVFive years later. “We have item sixteen, a twenty-year-old she-wolf who has been trained to fulfill a man’s every desire. Perfectly obedient, Perfectly broken, what more could a man want.” There were sounds of chuckles as Valen paused before continuing. “This item is only on lease for 15 days though and she must be returned in the perfect state so let's start the bidding at twenty silver!”.“Thirty sliver!” Someone yelled.“Sixty sliver” Another countered.I had my head down as I listened behind the curtain with the other people that had been arranged in a line to be sold like commodities. We were commodities if you think about it, the moment you entered the Veil Auction house, your life and death did not matter and you would be only seen as an object whether you liked it or not.“Eighty slivers!” Valen’s voice cut through the crowd. “Eighty silver, going once… going twice…” There was total silence as he paused for a breath before bringing his gavel down. “Sold!”Soun
HADES POVI tapped my fingers continuously in a rhythm as I gazed down at the stage below. My eyes were glued on the figure that had her head down, her hair is white, just like the little tattered dress that did nothing to hide her small body.“Ladies and gentlemen, our next item is a true prize among our ranks. I present to you a pure breeder”.A breeder, huh? I tilted my head with a frown as her scent- lavender and a mixture of honey continued to draw me in, almost like a spell, igniting my senses. “Item twenty five is rare, breeders like her have an extraordinary ability to pass on formidable traits, ensuring that any offspring will be powerful and resilient. Her bloodline is a rare treasure-one that can elevate any pack to greatness”.“Bidding starts at one hundred silver!”.“Three hundred sliver!”“Five hundred!”“Mate” Cyrus, who had been quiet since we got here, suddenly growled in my mind, making me scoff.“No”.“What do you mean no?” Cryus asked menacingly.“I can't smell
Davina’s POVThe Lycan King is my mate.I felt my heartbeat racing with each passing second, I tried to control my breathing and appear as small as possible away from him but when he leaned closer, I felt an intense spark from his touch alone, and a foreign sensation pulled between my legs, invoking a moan from within me.I held my breath and replayed his earlier words in my head. “No one can know you’re my mate” I swallowed and my heart tightened in pain. Why didn't reject me instead? Even if he didn't necessarily reject me, I could still feel the slight pain of rejection coursing through me.He didn't seem like he wanted me and he could have left me at the auction house if he didn't want anyone to know I was his mate so why did he buy me.My stomach dropped as a thought flashed through my mind. I closed my legs tighter and raised up my head slightly towards his direction but quickly looked down when I felt his eyes on me.He had remained silent during the rest of the journey. He ha
HADES POV“Claim her, Hades” Cyrus's voice resonated within me, almost like the devil tempting one to do its bidding.“I know you want her, Hades. You want to take her– to feel her” “Let's mark her, Hades. I want to feel her warmth. Her scent is driving me insane” Cyrus spoke again with an impatient growl but I ignored him, fingers flipping through the pages and eyes scanning the content of the file yet my mind was clouded with other thoughts.I couldn't pay the slightest attention to what I was reading but it didn't seem that what I was looking at was worthy of my attention either. Another waste of time, I frowned and narrowed my eyes.“Your majesty, the first agender today is the allocation of resources” The royal advisor announced with a loud voice. I didn't raise my head– only continued flipping through the poor attempt of a proposal with an unimpressed expression.“Your majesty, we need to allocate more funds to the northern region. More packs are being attacked by rogues and su
Davina’s POV “Get her cleaned up” Emmanuel ordered and I held the hem of my dress tighter. “Make sure she is properly dressed too and give her suppressant, she must not get pregnant since she will be spending the night with the Lycan king”. I froze the moment those words were uttered. A chill ran down my spine, my heart pounding in my chest. Every nerve in my body went rigid as my mind scrambled to process the weight of what had just been said. Did I hear wrong? Suppressant? Spending the night with the Lycan king? My legs almost gave way but I stretched my hand out to hold onto anything that was near me– I touched a hard surface and I held the edge of the table, keeping my body steady to stop myself from falling. "Oh, Moon Goddess. Is that true? What could the Lycan King possibly see in her?" one of the girls murmured, her words heavy with disbelief. I could feel their stares pressing down on me and they carried a weight of judgment and resentment. "Right? She looks like
HADES POV I rushed through the corridor, the sound of my footsteps muffled by the thick carpet. The air was suffocating, it felt like I was drowning. I couldn't breathe but I couldn't stop. I had to get to them—had to reach them before it was too late. As I ran, the air was thick with tension, heavy with the scent of something darker—blood. Lifeless bodies laid sprawled across the ground, ruined, mutilated and broken— left forever in the cold embrace of death. It was a sight that would leave even the goddess in tears. “Prince!” As I turned the corner, the warriors followed closely behind, urging me to turn back, that it was too dangerous but I didn't stop, I couldn't. “Please…” I silently begged as I stopped at the grand doors of the throne room. Blood splattered on the door and my heart lurched in my chest at the sight. I hesitated. It was a brief moment but I hesitated as I stood frozen in place. I couldn't bring myself to do it, I didn't want to open that door bec
Davina’s POVWas I going to die? Right here and right now, by the hands of my mate?I stopped struggling and closed my eyes as the world around me faded with every passing second. My breath grew shallow and I knew I was going to die. But was that… a bad thing? At least the pain and suffering would finally come to an end. But then, “I will find you, Sebastian. I promise”. For a split moment, I saw him and my chest tightened in pain as I thought about the promise I made to Sebastian, my younger brother. A promise I won't be able to fulfill.Just as I was slipping into unconsciousness, his hand loosened and he let go of my neck. My legs gave way and I fell to the ground, coughing and trying to gasp for air. My throat burned and tears threatened to fall but I held them back, refusing to cry yet I couldn't help as my body shook in fear as a thought flashed through my head– he would have killed me if he hadn't stopped a second sooner.I felt his presence close to me and a finger lifted my
Davina’s POV“Protect your brother, Davina. I am counting on you”Mother’s words echoed in my mind, and I watched as she shifted and charged towards the rogues without hesitation– I knew what was about to unfold, but I couldn’t stop myself from yelling, pleading for her to flee with Sebastian and me. She didn’t listen. I closed my eyes, unable to witness the scene that was bound to happen.When I opened them back, the scene changed. I found myself standing before Father and Mother. A strangled sob escaped my lips as I ran to hug them, desperate to feel their warmth again but– they pushed me away. They glared at me with hatred in their eyes, and I flinched from their gaze as they cursed and blamed me.“You failed us! You didn’t protect your brother! He is dead because of you, you!”“No… that's not true” I pleaded as tears clouded my vision, my heart shattering at the words that aimed to break me– to leave me utterly defeated.“You survived all by yourself, you left everyone to die. It'
Hades pov. “Moon Goddess.” The words slipped from my mouth before I could stop them, and I froze, my eyes locked onto the woman before me. She was exactly as I remembered— unchanged, untouched by time. The same presence that had left everyone speechless that day, the same piercing eyes that seemed to strip away all privacy, as if she could read every thought in my mind. And that same knowing smile, the one she wore when she named me king instead of Thorne. It was all there. “Hades, my child… my favorite child.” Her smile widened as she gazed at me, an unsettling warmth in her eyes. My expression remained unreadable as I bowed my head in respect. There was only one being in this world that a king could bow to— only one deity worthy of such reverence. Not a mere person, but the Moon Goddess herself. The mother of all werewolves. “Greetings to the goddess,” I said, my voice cold. Almost immediately, I heard a light, amused chuckle. She lowered herself gracefully and sat onto the f
Hades pov.“Alpha Watson will be here shortly, my king. He apologizes for the delay, he wasn’t aware you would be arriving,” the man before me bowed his head respectfully. I waved him off nonchalantly, too preoccupied with the words that girl had said earlier in the car."With his hands, my king."I frowned, my fingers instinctively drumming against the chair— an unconscious habit whenever I needed to think.A kid had broken a wall that had remained unbroken for years? I didn’t need to think too deeply to know this was the same child Thorne was using to kill my Alphas. This wasn’t the first time I had heard whispers about him from survivors."He was merciless. He killed without blinking, he tore through people like they were nothing to him. But… he saved me. I don’t know why. He killed everyone but spared me.""He didn’t touch me. He told me to run and never look back. He spared most of the children, like me.""He was cruel, a monster. I can still remember how he tore the Alpha’s head
Hades pov.Despite keeping my eyes shut, I could still sense her gaze on me— stealing glances before quickly looking away in fear.The rhythmic drumming of my fingers against the seat came to an abrupt stop as my frown deepened. I opened my eyes, staring into the distance before shifting my gaze to the slave I had bought at the auction house.Earlier, when I stepped into the car, I was surprised to find the little slave crouched to the side, trembling. That was when I remembered her. I had told her to leave, to return to her pack, making it clear that I had no intention of taking her with me. But instead of leaving, she had fallen to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded— insisting that she had offended me. The desperation in her voice had genuinely taken me by surprise.“Go home to your family, you’ve been released,” I had told her back then, but her response was,“No, my king. I have no family to return to, and if I leave, I’ll only be captured again and forced int
Draven pov.“Your dinner is ready! Look, I made your favorite meal, Draven. Remember how much you used to love it when I cooked for you?”My mate— no, the woman before me spoke with a bright smile, placing the freshly cooked porridge on the table, her eyes filled with eagerness for me to try it.I stared at the porridge for a moment, my gaze cold, a tired frown tugging at my lips. With a slow shake of my head, I pushed the bowl away, my eyes flickering back to her.“You’re not real,” I repeated, for what felt like the hundredth time. “You are not my mate. You are not here. And this… this isn’t real.”Her smile faltered for a split second before she quickly masked it, forcing a cheerful expression back onto her face."Draven, please…" she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, almost sounding rehearsed as she pushed the bowl back toward me. "Just try it. I made it just for you."I clenched my jaw, my fists tightening on my lap as I stared at her— at the woman who wore my mate's face,
Davina pov.I gasped, my eyes snapping open as I stared up at the stark white ceiling, my heart pounding wildly against my chest, sweat trickling down my face.The room was eerily silent, except for the steady ticking of the clock. Yet, with each passing second, the sound grew louder, almost deafening, as if it were counting down to something— something unknown, something inevitable."Where am I?" I murmured to myself, blinking as I tried to recall what had happened. But it felt like something was blocking the memory—so close yet just out of reach.Clank!The sound of something shattering on the ground snapped my head in that direction, and I froze when I saw my mother's stunned expression, her eyes widening as she stared at me."Mother…" I murmured under my breath, my voice hoarse.In the blink of an eye, she ran toward me, pulling me into a tight embrace."Oh my goddess, Davina! Davina, you’re awake! You've been unconscious for a week now, and everyone was worried. I’m so glad you’r
Davina pov. My father always used to say that when you are close to death, your life flashes before your eyes in the form of a dream—like watching a movie. But this one shows everything: your past, your present, and the illusion of the future you long for. The future you would do everything to have. Maybe that explained why I was here—why they were all here. “Haha! You should have seen her face when she thought she could land a strike on me, only to end up flat on the ground.” I turned to my right, watching as my father laughed, clapping his hands in amusement, his eyes glistening with mischief. “Really, Dalton? Do you have to make fun of your daughter after knocking her down?” My mother shook her head in disapproval, shooting him a glare. “Hey, ‘knocking her down’ is a strong phrase. I was merely… training her, dear.” My father smirked before turning his gaze back to me. “Davina needs to learn how to fight and control her powers. She’s twenty-four—she needs to step up her game
Hades pov."I—I don't know where Thorne is, Your Majesty. Please believe me," he pleaded, his voice trembling with emotion.“Do you expect me to believe that?” I asked, my tone bored and empty as I released the bastard, letting him collapse to the ground with a soft thud. Without sparing him another glance, I walked to my seat, reached for the glass of wine, and took a slow sip. Resting my head on my hand, I narrowed my gaze at him.“Do you expect me to believe that you have no idea where you supply the women? Don’t take me for a fool, Valen. Or perhaps… you fear Thorne too much to speak the truth, hm?” I drawled, lazily twirling the wine in my glass, a cold smirk curving my lips.“N-no, Your Majesty. That is not true—”“Or let me guess,” I cut him off, my voice turning sharp. “You’re one of those fools who worship Thorne. Who believe he is your true king, your savior, your rightful ruler. Is that it? Do you think the Moon Goddess made a mistake choosing me? That I stole my brother’s
Hades pov. “It is an honor to have an audience with the Majesty.” Valen bowed as he stepped into the private room, his head dipped low in respect. I frowned the moment I saw him, irritation bubbling within me. Why was I angry? Perhaps it was because of this auction house. The auctioning business had existed for generations—packs trading slaves to the highest bidder to strengthen their resources. But not just anyone could own an auction house. There were crucial rules to follow. First, one had to obtain permission from the king. Second, and most importantly, the slaves had to be acquired legally—no kidnappings, no forced captures. Valen had obtained permission for the auction house from my father, the late king, while he was still alive. Since taking the throne, I hadn’t granted anyone new permissions—I had been too preoccupied with searching for Thorne, with no time for matters that weren’t urgent. But now, as I sat here, I realized I may have overlooked something
Hades pov.“We have item twenty, a eighteen–year-old she-wolf, molded to be the ideal companion. Trained to obey without question, shaped to submit without hesitation—flawless, disciplined, and utterly shattered. What more could a man possibly desire? let's start the bidding at thirty silver!”."Forty silver!""Sixty silver!"I watched as the girl stood on stage, her eyes downcast, her frail body trembling as she was auctioned off like a piece of meat in the marketplace.Men eagerly raised their signs, their hungry gazes already stripping the girl of her clothes. Women whispered among themselves, their voices laced with jealousy and disdain.My eyes narrowed on the man standing on the stage, his expression brightening with greed as the bids climbed higher.Valen— that was the name Felix had mentioned.The owner of the Veil Auction House. The man who possessed Lunaria’s Grace, a healing elixir strong enough to save Draven.It had been two days since I left the palace in search of the