Davina pov.My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned as a wave of pain washed over me. My entire body felt like it was on fire—aching, sore, and stiff, making even the slightest movement a struggle.“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I forced myself to sit up, my mind struggling to piece together the events of last night. And when it all came rushing back, my heart nearly dropped.The execution. Sebastian. And sex with Hades.I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Every part of me screamed to lie back down, to pretend I was asleep but despite my better judgment, I forced myself to reach out to the other side of the bed.I exhaled in relief as my hand touched the empty bed beside me. Hades was gone—he must have woken up early and left. My body slumped as I fell back against the mattress, running a hand through my hair while yesterday’s events replayed in my mind.Chaotic was the only way to describe it. There had been another rogue attack against Hades, but strangely en
Kian pov.“You are to stay here for the time being as per the king's order. Do not wander from your room. If you need anything, call for me,” the butler, Emmanuel, said sternly, his posture straight as he spoke.The corner of my lips tilted up in amusement as I raised a brow, glancing at the guard stationed at the door—watching, but of course, ensuring I didn't leave alone.“You should settle in. I will have your meal brought to you later,” Emmanuel continued. “Do you need anything else?”I let out a light chuckle and walked to the bed, flopping onto it before shifting my gaze to the guard with a hint of boredom.“I can’t tell if you’re treating me as a guest or a prisoner," I mused, smirking. "But since it's the king's order, I suppose I can't disobey, can I?"Emmanuel frowned at my words, but his expression remained composed as he spoke.“Please follow the rules. When the king is ready to see you, you will be summoned. Get some rest.” With that, he gave a slight bow and turned to le
Hades pov.“From the background check we've conducted, it is indeed true that the kid's name is Sebastian, and he's from the recently annihilated Bloodfang pack. From what we gathered, he was a strong warrior of the pack and the sole survivor. Since then, he's been traveling from pack to pack, hunting rogues and seeking revenge for his fallen pack,” Felix read out, his voice composed.My eyes remained fixed on the doctor attending to Draven, the tapping of my fingers on the desk growing faster with each passing second."My best guess is that he was tracking the rogues that lurked and attacked yesterday and somehow stumbled here. But I’m not sure of his true intentions. I can only find out so much. What would you like me to do, my king?" Felix bowed, but I paid him no attention.My gaze remained fixed on the slow rise and fall of Draven’s chest. My brows knitted together as I took in how weak his movements were.He was getting worse with each passing day. His complexion had turned even
Davina pov.“How did he look? Can you describe his features—his hair color, the color of his eyes, the structure of his face? Can you describe everything to me?” I asked Eva, my voice more excited than I would have hoped, but I didn’t care right now. I needed to know. If her description of this Sebastian matched my Sebastian, then there was a high chance he was the one I had been searching for.A smile spread across my face at the thought—the joy of finding out he was Sebastian, my younger brother. If he was truly Sebastian, then the Moon Goddess had finally answered my prayers. She had granted me the one thing I had longed for the most.I could feel Eva and Rylie's gazes boring into me as they watched in surprise. I probably looked like an overexcited birthday girl unwrapping a long-awaited present. And maybe, in a way, I was. Hell, I couldn't even remember the last time I celebrated my birthday—perhaps this was the universe finally making up for all the ones I'd missed.“Erm, Davi…
Davina pov.“What about Beta Draven? How is his health?” I asked, shifting the subject while keeping my voice steady, despite the storm raging inside me.It was fine—I was fine. I shouldn’t have let myself believe, even for a second, that the person I had spent years searching for would just walk through that door.Eva and Rylie were clearly caught off guard by my sudden question. I felt Rylie tense beside me before he quickly cleared his throat.“Davina… Beta Draven is—”Before he could finish, Eva quickly cut him off.“Beta Draven is recovering well. I heard he’ll wake up sooner or later. Right, Rylie?”Rylie remained silent for a brief moment before sighing and muttering a quiet, “Yes. He’s doing better, don’t worry, Davi.”“Really?” I broke into a bright smile, my voice laced with hope. I let out a deep breath of relief. I had been truly worried that his condition might worsen, that he might never wake up again. But hearing that he was fine lifted a heavy weight off my shoulders.
Hades pov.Birthday.That was the first thing I heard as soon as I stepped inside and saw Davina sitting on the bed, tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. Her body trembled, and she kept whispering the same words—Father and Mother.I raised a brow, watching her, trying to piece together what was happening—and, more than that, why my heart felt like it was being pierced by needles at the sight of her like this.What was going on? Why was she crying like this? The questions nagged at me.“Dad—”“Who are you talking to?” Unable to stand by any longer, I asked.She froze instantly, her head snapping in my direction, eyes wide with shock. A gasp escaped her lips as she recoiled, shifting away on the bed as if she’d just been caught doing something she shouldn’t have.My frown deepened, and before I even realized it, I had already moved to the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward me. Her body collided with mine, and she froze, lifting her head to meet my gaze.“I asked you a
Davina pov.“How could you not tell me today is your birthday?! Oh my goddess, Davina! Sometimes, I think you don’t consider me your friend. If the king hadn’t mentioned it, would you have never said a word?”Eva scolded as she brushed my hair, her anger radiating off her. For a moment, I swallowed nervously—she was truly terrifying when she was mad.“I… forgot it was my birthday,” I murmured again.She scoffed, pausing as her grip on my hair tightened slightly.“As if that makes it any better! How could you forget your own birthday, for crying out loud?” she snapped.I sucked in a breath, saying nothing.How could I forget? It was simple—because today was the day I lost everything. My parents. My pack. My little Sebastian. Since then, I had never celebrated my birthday. In fact, I forced myself to forget it. And if it weren’t for Father and Mother, I would have forgotten it today as well.Father… Mother.I still couldn't fully grasp what had happened earlier, but I knew one thing for
Davina pov.“What?” I stared in disbelief as everyone yelled ‘Happy Birthday!’ in unison, their voices brimming with excitement as they swarmed toward me.“Happy birthday, Madam! I wasn’t sure what to get you, so I gathered the most beautiful flowers from the garden,” someone said, gently pushing a bouquet into my arms.“I—”“Happy birthday, Madam! May the goddess bless you with many more years of good health,” another chimed in enthusiastically.I raised a brow in confusion as gifts were suddenly thrust into my arms, each accompanied by warm wishes and endless praise.What was going on? I didn’t even know half of these people, so why were they…“Hey! Hey! Give the lady some space to breathe and stop crowding her.”I turned toward Rylie’s voice as he pushed people aside, his tone loud and commanding. I heard murmurs, curses, and scoffs as they grudgingly stepped away.“Hmph, you guys should’ve let her real friends congratulate her first,” Rylie huffed before turning to me. I could tel
Hades pov.Waston’s eyes widened in horror at my words, and he stumbled back as if I had physically struck him.“What?” he muttered in disbelief.I tilted my head slightly, narrowing my gaze, my expression cold and unreadable. Silence stretched between us like a taut string.Then he broke it.“M-My King, this must be a misunderstanding. Surely, I would never—”I raised a hand, cutting him off mid-sentence, and stepped forward, holding out the wine.“Then explain this to me. Why would your beta try to poison my drink with wolfsbane? How do you explain this, Waston?”I glanced at the bastard I had just killed moments ago, my eyes settling on the severed head of a man who had no idea his end was coming.Waston followed my gaze, and I saw the way his body tensed as he stared at his beheaded beta.Without a word, I walked over to the head on the ground and crouched down to its level, tilting my head as I studied the man's wide, lifeless eyes. I pointed at it, then looked at Waston with an
Hades pov.“Two choices?” I repeated, my voice laced with confusion. The moon goddess nodded, her gaze unwavering as she stared at me.“You have to make a decision between two choices," she said, her tone serious. "And either choice you pick will change everything. It will have an effect in one way or another in your life”I raised a brow and frowned, my gaze shifting away from her. It wasn’t fear or nervousness that made me look away, but even with her aura suppressed, staring at her for too long strained my vision. After breaking down in tears earlier, the goddess had comforted me, and maybe because she was the mother of all werewolves, I felt every ounce of pain and frustration pour out of me at that moment. It was a release I hadn’t known I needed. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had cried. After my parents' deaths, I had locked away every sign of weakness— including my tears.“What do you mean? Could you tell me what choice I would have to make?” I asked.The goddess's
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