14|If a dog can't be trained, then he must be tamed

Hades POV

Everywhere 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 bubbling-like voice. 

I raised an eyebrow at his tone. Gentle? Sure, he could be gentle—but he was also cunning and vile.

“Cyrus?” 

“Do you like my name? I like yours, Davina.”

"I… I like yours too," 

The absurd thought of whether she liked my name flashed through my mind, but I shoved it aside, keeping my expression blank as Cyrus cursed me out. I could hear his thoughts, feel his ridiculous emotions, and sense the intense pull he felt toward her.

 "Stupid," I muttered under my breath, watching their interaction. Cyrus was foolish enough to think he could hold control for long—at least, not without my permission. I could’ve taken over the moment he seized it, but I let him have his moment with her. Feed a dog his favorite treat, and he’ll become obedient.

"I’ve always wanted to meet you, mate. My daily prayers have been, ‘Please, goddess, let me find my incredibly tense, slightly terrified soulmate.’ Dreams really do come true.”

Corny.

I couldn’t help but cringe at his words. It was even worse because he’d used my body to say them.

But… she smiled.

I tore my gaze away, staring into the dark void instead. It had to be the mate bond—that was the only reason my heart had skipped a beat. It had to be because of the mate bond.

I closed my eyes, trying to block everything out. Cyrus’s obsession with her wasn’t something I cared to witness. He could do whatever he wanted—except for one thing. I wouldn’t let him go that far. But then, I’d thought he was smart enough not to—

“Do you want me to mark you?!”

My eyes snapped open, and I frowned. I’d given him too much credit. Stupid.

Just as his fangs extended to mark her, despite her resistance, I growled, a warning. I didn’t want her as my mate, especially not as my Luna. I had no interest in taking anyone as my Luna—not now, especially not after I’d gotten what I wanted.

I fought against his control. He tried to fight back, but it was futile. I wasn’t going to make it easy for him anymore.

 If a dog can’t be trained, then he must be tamed.

Knowing he was about to lose control, he held her tighter, desperate to mark her before it was too late. But Cyrus was just a beast. He wasn’t as clever as he thought he was—or maybe he’d forgotten who he was truly up against.

“Do it, and I’ll end her life.”

He instantly froze, his eyes flashing with surprise, quickly followed by anger. He tightened his grip on her, reluctant to let go.

“Why can’t I mark her? She’s our mate, goddamnit!”

"Do you think I care?" I hissed. "I'd kill her if it means your obedience."

He knew I wasn’t joking, but he still tried to resist.

"You wouldn't," he muttered, his voice strained.

I chuckled darkly, raising an eyebrow in amusement. "Try me, Cyrus."

He stiffened, clearly understanding the weight of my threat. He knew exactly what I was capable of. Cyrus might be a psycho, but I was far crueler—much more cruel than he could ever be.

"Fine, fine," he muttered, a hint of impatience in his voice. "But can I at least have a little fun with her first? I want to kiss her... to fuck her."

I glanced at Davina, her eyes darting frantically. She was scared, yet unwilling to move, remaining silent as Cyrus held her in place.

"No, back down, Cyrus," I said, my voice low and threatening, eyes narrowing. "Before I make you."

He scoffed angrily, but before he could speak another word, I lost my patience. I took control, forcefully pushing him back, earning angry curses in return.

Blinding light flooded my senses as I slowly opened my eyes. She sat there, trembling, my hand gripping her chin and tilting her head to the side.

My fangs were out, and if I sank them in just a bit deeper, I could mark her as my mate. I fought the urge, closing my eyes briefly. When I opened them again, my gaze had returned to its usual gray. 

I released her and leaned back, watching as she remained on my lap, obedient yet trembling. She looked like a frightened kitten, and the animal within me ached to ravage her, but I only smirked, tilting my head slightly.

"Are you planning to sit there all day, little slave?" My tone was cold, and I saw her flinch at the iciness in my voice. "Or would you rather we pick up where we left off?"

"Hades?" she whispered under her breath, quickly covering her mouth as she realized she’d used my name.

Cyrus was right about one thing: hearing her say my name felt unexpectedly perfect.

I arched a brow. "What? Would you rather have Cyrus here instead of me?"