Davina’s POVJust as I shifted, ready to make my escape, Rylie’s voice sliced through the tension. “The results are out, Beta Draven, and—holy Moon Goddess in a tutu, it’s the k-king.” A heavy silence filled the air, as if the world had been paused by an invisible hand. Then, suddenly, it felt like someone hit play. A gasp escaped me as I reached for the edges of the bed, my heart pounding in panic. I tried to stop myself from falling, but it was too late. I hit the ground with a loud thud as pain shot through my buttocks. I fought the urge to rub it and to whine as embarrassment burned through me, feeling as the weight of everyone’s gaze pinned me down, leaving me frozen in place. It was humiliating—truly humiliating—but I had no time to dwell on it. The test results were out, and to make matters worse? Hades was here. My chances of leaving this place alive had just dropped to zero.“What result?” Hades asked, his tone calm but had a slight hint of danger like he wasn't just about
Davina’s POVHis words—what did he mean by them? What did he mean by getting rid of ‘his’ scent? I wanted to ask, but something held me back. Deep down, a part of me already knew, and my heart leaped. A jolt of electricity surged through me at his touch, and a sudden wave of warmth spread between my legs.I instinctively clung to Hades tighter, my arms wrapping around his neck as he carried me. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as he walked, but he didn’t seem to care. I was confused—why was he so unconcerned about what others might think? He was the one who had warned me to keep our bond a secret, not to let anyone know we were mates."K-King, my room is that way," I blurted out before I could stop myself. He was heading up the stairs, but my room wasn’t up there—only his was."And who said we were going to your room?" Hades replied, his voice smooth and commanding, with a dark edge that sent a shiver down my spine.I opened my mouth, but no words came out—just a cough as I nearly cho
Hades POV The slave girl wasn’t the first woman I desired, but she was the first who made me crave her in ways I couldn’t explain. She ignited something in me I wasn’t accustomed to—something primal. She was the first to make me chase her, and that was dangerous. I didn’t chase. I hunted. “I’ll have her once, and then it’ll stop—everything will go back to the way it was before she came into the picture,” I told Cyrus. He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to. As she pressed against me, her breathless moans slipping from parted lips, her eyes shut, her fingers clinging to me while her head tipped back in surrender to even the smallest pleasure—I knew. I knew deep down I’d come back for more. One taste wouldn’t be enough. She wouldn’t be enough. “Good girl, you’re doing great. Just like that,” I groaned, feeling her move faster against my bulge. It was pure torture—to feel her rub against me and not tear away the thin barrier of fabric separating her from my throbbing dick. But I had to
Kian POVThe night was eerily silent—no chirping of crickets, no singing of birds, and no cries of eagles. They had all gone into hiding, as if they sensed the danger looming in the darkness and retreated from it. They were smarter— much smarter than the people standing just dozens of meters away from me, unaware of the threat that was about to befall them.I closed my eyes, my arms behind me and legs swinging, listening intently to every movement of the warriors—their rotations, the precision of their skills, and their mannerisms.They were quite organized, skilled even, but not good enough."Boss," Liam's voice snapped my attention to him. I opened my eyes, shooting a quick glance his way, my gaze lazy as I observed his figure shrouded in darkness. I could see him clearly—crouched on the branch before me, his expression always so serious, you'd think he was born that way, as if the goddess had crafted him with that look.Sigh. Why was he always so serious? The dude should lighten up
Davina POVPain.That was the first thing I felt as I woke up—throbbing, aching pain that made me groan. Instinctively, I reached out to the source of the discomfort, only to realize that it wasn’t confined to one place. The pain was everywhere, consuming every inch of my body particularly my lower body. But there was one spot—one place that hurt the worst.My hand moved toward it, trembling as I reached for that place between my legs, but before I could even get close, I froze and opened my mouth in shock.My brain had done its usual thing—forgetting all the important details because why on earth did I suddenly realize something was horribly wrong? Why had it hit me now? I swallowed nervously as my hand brushed against something.There were arms. Around my waist.Someone was spooning me.And the cherry on top? I was naked. Naked. With that someone. In a bed.No fucking way.Oh, no. No, no, no. I wanted to laugh, but the kind that came right before hysteria sets in. Instead, I lay the
Hades POVDream.“Hades! You better get up now, or I’m kicking your ass off the bed!”I groaned as my mother’s annoyed, ear-piercing voice nearly shattered my eardrums. She had stormed in the moment Emmanuel, the head butler, left in defeat after realizing I wasn’t getting up.That snitch. I would’ve rolled my eyes if I weren’t pretending to have them shut. Of course, he went running to report to Mother. Honestly, why do people think it’s easy to wake up at 6 a.m. for some boring religious gathering? Give me a break! I had even begged Father to let me skip it, but his wise response?“You will have to attend and if your mother has to get you up, it won’t be pretty.”Well, here she was, and I was now regretting every life decision that had brought me to this moment.“Hades! You idiot!”You’d think the queen of werewolves would have some level of grace or gentleness, as the stories liked to portray her. But as she grabbed me by the hair and yanked me out of bed, you’d realize just how wr
Davina POV “And where might you be going, little slave?” The voice was low, deep, and sultry, making my heart race. My scream, which was about to burst from my chest, died in my throat as Hades turned me toward him. My breath hitched, and I froze in place. I couldn’t breathe—was I supposed to be breathing? Yes, I was, but as Hades held me close against him, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, his breath fanning over my lips, it felt impossible. He was close—too close. “You weren’t thinking of leaving me, were you?” His voice dripped with amusement, but there was a dangerous edge to it that made my stomach twist as the deep, mocking tone sent a shiver down my spine, leaving me speechless. My mouth opened, but no words came out, the sheer intensity of his presence rendering me mute. Leaving? Of course, I was! My face burned so fiercely I couldn’t tell if it was from the lack of breath or sheer embarrassment. Either way, as his hand firmly wrapped around my wrist and pulled m
Davina POV“Madam? What are you talking about?” I asked, confused, as I gripped the hem of the shirt. I had completely forgotten that I was wearing Hades’ shirt and that my current state wasn’t exactly appropriate. Or maybe the words coming from both Emmanuel and Eva had shocked me so much that I didn’t care anymore.“Well—” Eva began, clearly trying to find the right words, but Emmanuel cut her off.“You’ve risen in rank. You’re not a servant anymore—you’re a mistress.”“What!” I yelled, barely able to process the words as I blink in confusion, I could have sworn that my jaw reached the ground as I gasped in shock.Mistress. I was a mistress? But what exactly did that even mean?“Ouch! That hurts,” Emmanuel groaned, and from the sound of it, Eva had elbowed him with precision.“Shut up,” she snapped. “Go on, shoo. I’ll handle this. Don’t you have some poor souls to terrorize today?”“What? Terrorize? How dare you!” Emmanuel huffed, and even when I couldn't see it, I knew he was puffi
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
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