Davina’s POVHe dragged me despite my resistance. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t budge. His grip was so strong that I whimpered slightly in pain. I could feel eyes on me as we walked and I heard two sets of footsteps behind me and guessed that Eva was trailing behind, probably with Draven.I wanted to ask if she was okay but Hades wouldn't release his tight grip on me. Wasn’t he worried about what people would say? The way he held my hand was bound to spark gossip.I hadn’t expected the king to suddenly show up, let alone save me when no one else did. At first, I was relieved to sense his presence, but now, all I wanted was to run far away from this man. I had mixed feelings about him, I couldn't help wanting him near me because of the mate bond and I also wanted to be far away from him.“See that no one bothers me,” Hades commanded abruptly, and I heard Draven respond in agreement. I had assumed he would leave me behind, but to my utter horror and disbelief, he dragged me alon
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Davina’s POVHe dragged me despite my resistance. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t budge. His grip was so strong that I whimpered slightly in pain. I could feel eyes on me as we walked and I heard two sets of footsteps behind me and guessed that Eva was trailing behind, probably with Draven.I wanted to ask if she was okay but Hades wouldn't release his tight grip on me. Wasn’t he worried about what people would say? The way he held my hand was bound to spark gossip.I hadn’t expected the king to suddenly show up, let alone save me when no one else did. At first, I was relieved to sense his presence, but now, all I wanted was to run far away from this man. I had mixed feelings about him, I couldn't help wanting him near me because of the mate bond and I also wanted to be far away from him.“See that no one bothers me,” Hades commanded abruptly, and I heard Draven respond in agreement. I had assumed he would leave me behind, but to my utter horror and disbelief, he dragged me alon
Evangeline POVMy eyes widened in surprise when I saw her kick the big man. How could she fight? I thought they said she was wolfless.I turned my glare towards Stella and Marie, who stopped eating and shrank back in fear, their hands trembling as they held their spoons, trying to avoid my gaze.I had told Liam to call for the strongest and most feared thugs. I would pay them twenty silver if they could bully the blind girl, or even better, drag her to a corner or ditch and do whatever they liked with her.I liked the latter idea better; then the king wouldn't care to invite her to his room again if he found out she had already been sullied by other men. I would pay them thirty silver if they did that.Now I didn't expect her to be strong! But as I watched, my smile returned when one of the hooligans held her against him and demanded compensation. If she didn't pay, she would have to pay with her body.“Good, a commoner like her wouldn't have silvers,” I smirked, but suddenly somethin