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 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
Eva pov.My name is Eva. I am a slave, a lowborn who has spent her entire life working in the palace.Now, where did it all start?Where did the first chapter of my story truly begin?It wasn’t at my birth, nor in my childhood or teenage years. No, I would say it all began the moment I met him—Thorne, my mate.I had always despised my life as a servant, hated being the one who catered to others' needs. Deep down, I believed I was destined for more—that I was born to be a queen, to sit upon the throne.So I envied.I envied her late highness. I wished it had been me by the late king’s side, the one adorned in riches and power. I prayed desperately to the goddess, begged her to change my fate and make the king notice me. But the goddess never listened.She never did.Not even when I tried to seduce the late king.He never looked my way.He ignored the eighteen-year-old girl who was so much younger than his mate, the one who could have given him youth, devotion, and unwavering admiration
Evangelina pov.“How could this be!?” I screamed at Liam, who immediately dropped to his knees, bowing his head in submission. His face remained expressionless, his silence only fueling my rage. But I wasn’t going to calm down—not this time.This time, I had messed up—really bad.“I told you to hire someone to scare her a little, to create a scandal so they’d be seen together in the changing room—not for someone to assault her like that!”“Please forgive me, madam,” Liam apologized again.My eyes narrowed into a glare, and I fought the urge to pick up something and throw it straight at him.Ugh! This is bad.So bad that, for the first time, I felt fear creeping into my chest.Earlier at the boutique, I had come up with a simple plan—to ruin that blind girl’s reputation by hiring a thug to sneak in, making it seem like she had been caught cheating on the king again. That was it.He wasn’t supposed to hurt her. He wasn’t even supposed to touch her.I shivered as the image of her unconsc
Kian pov.I felt restless. Uneasy. And—damn it—I felt scared.Fuck! What the hell was wrong with me? No, it had to be Caleb. That dumb wolf had to be the reason I was feeling this way.“Kian! How dare you agree to this? How dare you, after I warned you not to harm her?!” Caleb’s furious growl echoed in my head, and I felt him fight for control. This time, he was serious—dead set on taking over. His force was relentless, making it harder for me to resist.I kept my expression blank as Evangelina, Ethan’s daughter, spoke, clearly trying to divert Theo’s and my attention.“I love the new collection this season. It’s so pretty! I’m going to buy a lot of clothes from you this time, Theo.”Theo, a man with long black hair, simply offered a polite bow.“I’d be honored to have you do that, Lady Evangelina,” he said, the corner of his lips tilting into a smile.Almost instantly, Evangelina’s two friends blushed at the sight of the strikingly handsome man.I frowned, my hands clenching at my si
Davina pov. Disclaimer: Attempted mention of assault. "Scream, and you die." My body went deadly still, my heart pounding so hard against my chest that I could hear it. The stranger’s hand covered my mouth—my nose. I could barely breathe, but what terrified me even more was something else entirely. Eva had been outside when the stranger entered. Which meant the thud I had heard earlier… Had been her body hitting the ground. Eva… Was she okay? “Fuck… you’re really something. Your body is to die for,” the stranger murmured, and my eyes widened as I felt his hand on me. That’s when I realized—I was naked, only in my underwear. Shit. Shit. This was bad. Really bad. I groaned as his filthy hands roamed over me, touching everywhere—my waist, my butt. He was practically seizing me, taking his time. “Mmm—” I struggled, trying to move, but it was useless. He was twice my size, his grip unyielding, his strength undeniable. I knew, just from the way he had lifted me into the air earl
Davina pov.“Oh my goddess! That dress looks so beautiful on you. You should definitely buy it, Evangelina. It makes your eyes pop.”One of Evangelina’s friends, Camille, squealed in delight as the sound of fabric slipping on and off their bodies reached my ears.“Anything looks good on Evangelina, but yes, that dress really suits you, babe. You should definitely get it.” The other one, Esther commented.“Oh really? Thank you, girls. You’re too nice, haha,” Evangelina said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.I sighed, resting my head on my hand as I sat uncomfortably on the couch, forced to listen to their mindless chatter.Eva stood not far from me, and I could tell she was just as uncomfortable, but she remained silent.I didn’t say anything either.For the past hour, Evangelina and her friends had ignored me as though I weren’t even there—which, honestly, was fine by me. But what wasn’t fine was them refusing to let me leave.When I brought up the idea of leaving, Evangelina,