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
Davina’s POV“Davina!”I stopped cleaning and turned toward the sound of the voice. Eva gently took my hand, pulling the rag from my grip. Though I couldn’t see her, I knew she was smiling. It had been a week since I arrived here, and I had grown close to Eva. She was the one who made this place feel a bit more comfortable—and she was my… friend.“Davina, let’s go into town,” she said, and I tilted my head in confusion.“Can we go out?” I asked, feeling her grip tighten on my hand. She’d told me before that we couldn’t leave because of the upcoming hunting games.“Of course, we can’t go near the boundaries surrounding the pack, but we can still go into town. There’s so much to do outside—it’s far livelier than staying cooped up in the palace. Emmanuel already gave us permission. Since the king isn’t around, he said we’re allowed to go, but he warned us to stay out of trouble.” She scoffed.I hadn’t seen the Lycan King for a week straight after what happened in his room. Eva said the k
Evangeline POV“You said what?!” My hand froze as I spun around to glare at the two useless girls in front of me. They didn't respond, didn’t even meet my eyes, cowering in fear—and that only fueled my anger. I forced myself to take a deep breath, reminding myself to stay composed. Daddy always said that ladies shouldn’t raise their voices. They should be elegant, calm, and beautiful—the qualities of a future queen. And I have those qualities.“Now repeat what you just said, Stella.” I opened my eyes and spoke through a forced smile, but they both seemed to shiver, glancing at each other nervously.“M-my lady, what I meant was that… the Lycan King bought a new slave a week ago, and she spent the night with him. I also heard she’s now serving directly under him,” Stella stammered.Marie added, “We tried to get her into trouble by giving her the late Queen’s dress, but we were suspended for it and only just resumed today.”My eye twitched, and before I could stop myself, I screamed, thr
Davina’s POV“How am I supposed to train if I can't see?” I complained, reaching to remove the black blindfold covering my eyes, only for my hand to be swatted away by a fan.“Dad!” I pouted, hearing Sebastian laugh from the back. I wanted to glare at him, but since he couldn’t see it, I settled for flipping him off instead.Sebastian only laughed harder, his amusement echoing. I heard Father’s disapproving sigh before he spoke again.“You need to learn how to fight without sight, kiddo. It’s essential,” Father said firmly, though the mental image of him fanning himself as he lectured didn’t quite inspire the seriousness he was aiming for.“But how am I supposed to know when–” I yelped mid-sentence, cut off by another swift tap of the fan on my head. “Dad! That hurts!”“Listen to the sound, Davina.” A third strike landed on my shoulder, forcing me to focus. “You can’t use your sight right now, but let your other senses sharpen.”I sighed but turned serious, trying to concentrate. Anot
Hades POVThe town bustled with noise and excitement outside the window. Though faint, the sounds reached my ears, but I tried to focus on something more important—something worth my time. Running a hand through my hair, I scanned the file in my other hand as I sat in the restaurant.“King, here is the document you requested," Draven said, handing me another file. I took them and opened the first page, flipping through the contents. As I read, my frown deepened."The last pack to fall under attack is in the North?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. Draven nodded."Yes, King. The rogues have stopped attacking the West and South and are now heading North."His words darkened my mood further. I clenched the file tighter, my eyes narrowing. "They have guts, attacking the North where my kingdom is based. Do they no longer fear the consequences?"Draven lowered his head, his posture shifting as the edge of my Alpha’s voice slipped out unintentionally.I just returned from a week-long trip to the
Davina’s POV“Come in,” I heard Hades' cold voice from behind the door, and my heart involuntarily skipped a beat. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and stepped inside.“Your Majesty, I’m here to bring your shirt,” I murmured under my breath, my voice barely audible. I felt his sharp gaze flicker toward me, but then he turned away, acting as though I wasn’t there. Keeping my head lowered, I walked to the bed, my hand stretching forward as I carefully set the freshly ironed shirt down from the tray I was holding.I turned to leave, but his voice stopped me in my tracks. Quickly, I turned around and bowed, though his next words made my eyebrows arch in surprise.“Come here and help me change.”I gasped at the unexpected request. Helping him change wouldn’t have been unusual—I was a servant, after all, and assisting the king with his needs was part of my duties. But what startled me was that Hades had ignored me for the past three days since the attack. Whenever I came to his chamb
Evangeline's POV“Daddy, please. Can I just come with you? I promise I won’t do anything, I would just be a good girl,” I pleaded, my lips forming a perfect pout as I stared at him. But, as usual, he didn’t even look up from the papers on his desk.“Daddy, I’m talking to you! Please, I really want to meet the king today. Can I go with you to the palace?” This time, I clung to his arm, swinging it side to side with a sheepish smile, hoping to break his resolve. Yet again, I was ignored. Like I was invisible!I hated being ignored. What I despised even more was not getting what I wanted.“I’m talking to you! Stop acting like you can’t hear me!” I shrieked, my frustration boiling over as I grabbed the files from his desk and flung them to the floor. Papers scattered in every direction, but I wasn’t done. “Listen to me when I’m talking! I already said I was sorry for last time!”I reached for more things to throw—pens, folders, anything within reach. When there was nothing left, I turned
Davina’s POV I managed to open my eyes and groaned as I sat up, trying to recall what had happened yesterday. When the memories came rushing back, I frowned. I had been held hostage yesterday. So much had happened—it began with Draven announcing someone’s execution, followed by the agonizing gasps of the condemned, which left me trembling. Before I knew it, I was taken hostage, a knife pressed to my neck. Of course. Another thing I remembered was Hades threatening the man to let me go, and then— I held my head and groaned. Everything was so fuzzy. I raised my hand to my neck, fighting the urge to curse my luck. I would have died if it hadn’t been for Draven. I couldn’t recall the last thing that happened, but I remembered that just before the knife could pierce me, Draven had saved me. His voice whispered that everything was okay, and then I passed out. I stretched out my hands, feeling around me. I was in my room. Did that mean everything had turned out okay yesterday? Eva. Her
Cyrus POV "Let her go, or I will tear you apart," I growled, my voice echoing menacingly through the hall. Rage consumed me, and all I could see was red—blood and his severed head in my hands. I will kill him for laying his filthy hands on her. "King Cyrus..." I heard Draven mutter, but I didn’t tear my gaze away from her. My eyes stayed locked on the rat as his widened in fear. His hand trembled as he pressed the knife closer to her throat, drawing blood that trickled down her neck. She was scared. I could see it in her eyes, no matter how calm her expression appeared, and that only fueled the surge of killing intent within me. "Don't kill him... not yet," Hades' voice echoed in my mind, forcing me to narrow my eyes. My muscles tensed as I wrestled for control, using every ounce of my strength to rein myself in. It was a battle, but I refused to lose. Not now. “I will kill him, Hades,” I said, standing my ground as a slow smirk spread across my lips. Tilting my head, I continued
Hades POV"Bring in the traitor," I commanded coldly, leaning back against the chair.All eyes turned toward the door as two guards dragged the traitor into the hall. Gasps of shock rippled through the once-quiet room as everyone stared in horror at the sight before them.I tapped my fingers rhythmically on the armrest, my gaze shifting to the figure now sprawled before me. I tilted my head, studying his battered state. One ear had been ripped apart, deep slashes crisscrossed his body, one eye was swollen shut, and a gruesome mark from a branding iron marred his chest. His shallow, labored breaths were the only sign he was still alive.I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of admiration for Draven’s brutality—it was thorough, almost artful though he wasn't as brutal as Cyrus but that was why I had ordered him to do it this time around.I needed the bastard alive for this moment.I had ordered Draven to interrogate two people: the royal chef and the guard who handed Felix the keys while
A few hours ago. Draven’s POV “Werewolves are stronger than humans. They heal faster, move quicker, and live longer. But they are not immortals.” “Two years ago, my mate died from an illness. There was no cure, and despite everything I did, I couldn’t save her. When she died, I was left with nothing—just a shell of my former self. I didn’t go to the palace for a month. Instead, I shut myself away from the world, from the king.” “Exactly one month later, the king showed up at my doorstep. When I saw him, I thought, Ah, he’s here to kill me for my disobedience. But to my surprise, instead of delivering my expected punishment, he brought two bottles of alcohol and said, “Let’s drink—and then you’re coming back to the palace.” “I followed the king to the palace, leaving behind the cup of wolfsbane and a suicide letter, and from that day, I promised myself that my purpose would be solely to serve the king, to protect him, eliminate all threat even if it meant sacrificing my life.” “B
Davina’s POV“You bitch! You shoved me!”Stella yelled, but I said nothing, my expression remaining cold and indifferent.“How dare you? Why would you push her?” Marie demanded angrily, stepping forward.A faint smile tugged at the corner of my lips as I replied, keeping my head down. “I’m sorry, but you must have bumped into me. As you can see, I’m blind. I can’t really see where I’m going.”“You… you…” Marie stuttered, seemingly at a loss for words."Fucking bitch," Stella growled, and I heard her scramble to her feet, rushing toward me with the intent to hit. I closed my eyes, not flinching from the incoming slap. If hitting me would calm her down, then so be it—I had been through worse.But it never came.“B-beta” I heard Stella gasp in fear."What do you think you're doing? Is this what happens in the palace?" Draven asked, his tone cold and sharp. I heard people scurrying away to avoid getting caught in the commotion."Didn't you hear the king has called for everyone, or do you n
Davina’s POV“Davina…”A soft voice broke through the haze of my dream, and my eyes fluttered open briefly as Eva called out to me. I groaned, turning away. My breath came out ragged, and my chest heaved with each pant.“Davina, wake up,” she urged again, this time accompanied by a gentle tap on my shoulder. Startled, I jolted upright, my heart racing and my cheeks flushed red. "Are you okay, Davina?" Eva patted me gently on the shoulder. You must have dreamt about yesterday. It was so scary—I couldn’t sleep at all."Heat crept up my cheeks as I shook my head quickly. "No, I didn’t have any dream. I’m fine," I lied, forcing my voice to sound steady.The truth was, I did have a dream, but it wasn’t about what she was talking about. Instead, it was about what happened when Hades...I shook my head to get rid of the thoughts. I still couldn't believe what had happened last night. After Hades left the room, I wasn't able to get up for a few minutes; I just lay there, trying to process wh
Hades POVI burst into my office, my strides long but light against the marble floor. My heart pounded in my chest, and despite the calm expression I wore, a storm brewed deep within me.I had lost control—it was too late, and I wasn’t in my right mind. It wasn’t Cyrus who had done that to her. It was me. Perhaps partly due to Cyrus’s urging, but I did it because, at that moment, I couldn’t stop the urge to claim her in that way, to make her know she was only mine—even though I didn’t want her.“You didn’t go further,” Cyrus’s voice resounded in my head, but I didn’t reply. I simply stared into space, drumming my fingers—a habit I always had when my mind was clouded with thoughts.I wasn’t one to feel sexual urges toward a woman. Sure, I had slept with women, but it was always just a way to relieve stress, nothing more. But this time, I did what I did because I wanted her to feel pleasure because of me. It was a sick, twisted thought.“King,” Draven knocked on the door before entering