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 because deep down I knew what I was going to see. Before I knew it, my hand swung open the bloody doors and I was met with the sight that had my whole world crashing in an instant. There they were. My father lay sprawled on the floor, hands clutched to his chest and face twisted in agony. Blood soaked his robes, spreading around him and staining the marble floor. I couldn’t... I couldn’t breathe. My legs felt like they would give out beneath me as I stared at him, at the lifeless body of the man who had always been so strong, so untouchable. Beside him was my mother. Eyes wide in frozen terror, her hand outstretched toward him, but unable to reach. Dried tears stained her cheeks, her hands just a few meters from him. Her chest was still, no rise and fall of breath. The warmth that had once been there was gone, replaced by a coldness that seeped into my very soul. I couldn’t move. My feet were cemented to the floor, my body trembling, every ounce of my being screaming in denial. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. “No, no… this isn't real” The first tear fell and before my brain could react, my body had forced itself to rush to them. “This… this isn't real. Please wake up… dad, mom” More tears began to fall as I called out to them but they… they didn't move. Their bodies were cold– too cold and lifeless. My throat burned as I screamed, holding onto them. I pleaded, I yelled and I prayed but all I heard was broken silence. Silence that seemed too antagonizing, it drove me insane. And then, I heard it again—the pounding. It was in my chest, my head, as though my heart itself was being torn apart. Suddenly, everything went dark as a dagger plunged deep into my chest. I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling. The study was quiet, save for the steady ticking of the clock. Frowning, I closed my eyes back and rubbed my temples, trying to alleviate the throbbing in my head. 8 pm. I groaned and strengthened myself up from the chair. I must have fallen asleep without realizing it, it's been weeks since I slept for this long and I didn't like it. I despised sleeping, because when I do, the dreams come haunting me. Normally, when I do have to sleep, I sleep for two or three hours but today, today was different. I stood up and grabbed my coat, ignoring the stacks of documents on the desk. I wasn't in the mood to work so I walked out of the study, walking with a destination in mind. “Get her cleaned up, and give her suppressant– I want her in my bed tonight” That was the order I had given to Emmanuel, my butler earlier today. Those words had left my mouth before I could stop myself, I didn't know why I said it, but something told me it had to do with Draven being there. Possessive? Maybe, but it wasn't jealousy. Other than the fact that she is my mate, I felt nothing towards her. I felt nothing towards anyone– neither attraction nor affection and it would stay that way even towards the one the Moon goddess has bonded with me. I stalked to the room, and before I could open the door, her addicting scent drew me in once again, like a siren's call—a quiet, irresistible pull that wrapped around my senses and left me powerless to resist. Cyrus, who hadn't said a single word since suddenly gave a low growl, he was impatient and hungry for something, or rather someone. I pushed the door open and stood there staring at her. She sat on the floor, head on her lap as her pretty white eyes seemed to stare into the void. “Stunning, she is mine” His devil–like voice filled my head, forcing me to inch closer. She suddenly brought her head up as if she had finally noticed my presence. And that was when I noticed it. The familiar white dress that hugged her figure perfectly. The dress looked like it was made just for her but it wasn't. It was my mother’s dress. My eyes darkened and killing intent surged through me as I glared at her. I saw only red and there was only one thing that ran through my head right now— put an end to her life. I walked to her and grabbed her wrist, pulling her roughly towards me. She gasped in surprise as my grip tightened. “How dare you? Do you have a death wish?” I asked and she struggled, trying to break free from my hold. It angered me, the way I was still drawn to her in that dress despite the fact I hated seeing her in it. “King–” Her words were cut off as I slammed her against the wall, gripping her neck to cut off her air supply. Her eyes widened in horror and she tried using her hands and fingers to break free from my grip but it only made my frown deepen and I squeezed her neck harder. "How dare you wear this?" I spat, watching as her breath grew ragged. She was fading, her consciousness slipping away with every passing second. It wouldn’t be long before she was gone. She stopped struggling, and then she closed her eyes as if accepting her fate. I looked at her for a while, a frown etched on my face before I let go of her neck. She fell to the ground and held her neck as she coughed. Her body shook in fear, yet she kept her eyes lowered. I crouched down in front of her, my finger lifting her chin until her gaze met mine. I leaned in close, my voice a low command. "Strip."Good morning everyone, This is a sneak peek at Hades' past.
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'
Davina’s POV That instant when a sensation creeps over you, sending a shiver down your spine, and suddenly, you know you’re doomed. That’s exactly what I was feeling now. The whispers grew louder, and I could feel everyone’s stares on me, their gazes tinged with an emotion that made me uneasy. Was it... pity? “Poor girl, she's probably going to end up like the last one” “Hey, as long as it isn't us” Yes, I was indeed doomed. Eva stepped in front of me and spoke to Emmanuel, "But she's new. I don’t think it’s right for her to serve under the Lycan King, especially since she’s... blind." She hesitated, the word blind lingering awkwardly in the air. "King’s orders, Eva. Now, please, don’t bother me—I’m not exactly in what you'd call a good mood at the moment." Eva opened her mouth to speak, but I stopped her by holding her hand. “I understand. What should I do first?” I asked, hearing the satisfied hum of approval. It didn’t matter if I had to serve under Hades. I was leaving t
Hades POVI had woken up to a fucking boner.I stared at my sweats, a frown pulling at my lips as the air around me grew colder with each passing second. This time I had a dream– the dream had been about her, and when I woke up, the physical reaction to it was undeniable, pressing uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants.I had dreamt vividly about last night when I ordered her to strip, her figure seemed to be imprinted in my mind. I could remember the curves of her breasts in that bra, her slender waist, and enticing hips. This time, I didn't stop her as she began to undress completely. Instead, I listened to Cyrus urging to have her. I kissed her until she was breathless and I took her right there on my bed until her screams of pleasure echoed throughout the room.Running my hand through my hair, I sighed. What was happening to me? The effect of the mate bond was getting harder to resist, especially to Cyrus, he was getting much harder to control. Normally, I had full control
Cyrus POVI wanted her.I’ve never desired something so badly and not gotten it. Whatever I wanted, I had to have—whether it was the blood of those I wished dead or the thrill of playing with anyone I chose. Hades always ensured I got exactly what I craved.It had always been this way… until the day we went to the auction house and saw her for the first time. I was the first to catch her scent, and in that moment, when she appeared on that stage, something inside me snapped. I wanted nothing more than to take her away from the prying eyes of the men that looked at her like she was some commodity– to kill everyone of them, pluck out their eyes and end the pathetic lives of those who dared lay a hand on our mate.But Hades?That bastard didn’t flinch. He was an emotionless monster who didn’t feel a thing—not even for his mate. To him, she was nothing more than wolfless, blind, and weak. But I didn’t care. She was mesmerizing—almost too mesmerizing. Her beauty seemed to cast a spell on m
Hades POVEverywhere was dark and eerily quiet. I’d slipped into my own consciousness—a place I knew well whenever Cyrus took control or shifted. Just as he could take over in my human form, I could also take control in his wolf form. But this time, he’d forced the shift. And as I listened and watched him kiss her—I was pissed.It wasn’t because he was kissing her; she was our mate, so he had every right to do as he pleased with her. No, I was furious because he had challenged me—he’d forced the shift. How dare he.This was the first time he’d done something like this, but I knew I was partly to blame. Before I even realized it, I’d lost control—I’d kissed her. My body had reacted before my brain, and damn it, that sneaky wolf had used that to seize control. I hated disobedience. I hated losing control. And it all started the moment she came into our lives.“It’s okay; I won’t hurt you. I just need you to sit still for me, mate. Can you do that?”“I’m Cyrus, Hades’ wolf.” He said in a
Davina’s POVHades kissed me. Cyrus kissed me.And I kissed them both back.Technically, they were the same person. Even though I never had a wolf, this was common knowledge. Despite the distinct personalities that set Hades and Cyrus apart, they were still one.On my eighteenth birthday, I didn’t shift like other werewolves do. Every girl and boy has their first shift at eighteen, but I didn’t. That day was the day I lost everything—everyone. A medium once told me that my wolf might have hidden away because of the trauma. She said it had gone into hiding, but I didn’t know how to unlock it. So eventually, I just gave up.I gave up on trying to unlock my wolf and focused on finding Sebastian instead. Earlier, I had wanted to leave, to avoid getting tangled up with Hades and escape from this place. But somehow, here I was, sitting on his lap.Damn it.“What’s wrong? Would you rather have Cyrus here instead of me?”I sat there, frozen, unable to utter a single word, with only a towel co
Davina’s POV“Wait a damn minute! Are those… hickeys?!”“No—” I tried to say something, but Eva gently removed my hand from my neck. I felt her shocked gaze on me, and I sucked in a breath, keeping my head down. I didn’t know why I felt as if I’d been caught doing something wrong. He… he was my mate, so it shouldn’t have been wrong, right?But then again, I couldn’t tell anyone that the king was my mate—that was one of the rules he’d given me in the car.She looked like she wanted to say something but decided against it. “I must have seen it wrong,” she laughed awkwardly. “Come on, let’s get you something to eat. You must be hungry.”I relaxed slightly at her words, breathing a sigh of relief. She didn’t push further, instead pulling me along to eat.The dining area we sat in was designated for the maids. She explained that the king didn’t use the main dining hall; instead, he preferred to eat in his study. Since I was assigned to serve him, it would be my duty to bring his meals ther