Evangeline's POV“Fuck, yes, baby. Just like that. Move those hips for me," the man beneath me groaned, his voice dripping with need as I ride him faster. My eyes fluttered closed, my head titled back, lost in the way his length pressed deep inside me, brushing against every nerve that made me shudder with pleasure.One of his hands gripped my ass tightly, kneading it possesseivsly, while the other wrapped around my throat. His grip was firm yet tantalizing, controlling the rhythm as he pushed me down harder onto his rock-hard cock. The overwhelming sensation courses through me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge.“You like that, don't you, slut? Make Daddy's cock feel good. Make Daddy cum," he groaned, a wicked smirk curling his lips as he delivered a shape smack to my ass. The sting melted into a jolt of pleasure that left me moaning louder, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing through the room.“Fuck, yes, I'm so close," I gasped, hands clutching his shoulders for balan
Evangeline's POV.“Kill that bastard.”"Yes, my lady," Liam said with a bow, but before he could do anything else, he walked over, picked up a towel, and handed it to me.I crossed my arms, staring at it in confusion for a moment, before my eyes widened in realization. Oh, right! I was naked right now—completely forgot about that.Not that I cared anyway.I scoffed, grabbing the towel and quickly wrapping it around my body. My attention shifted back to the bastard groaning in pain on the ground, struggling to get up. I couldn’t help but smirk wickedly as I pointed my finger at him while turning my gaze to Liam. “Kill him, and make it as painful as possible.”Liam’s expression hardened, but he didn’t hesitate. His voice was cool and controlled as he nodded. "As you wish, my lady."I watched as Liam moved toward the man, my pulse quickening with satisfaction. Heh, who was the pathetic one now? At least I wasn’t the one on the ground like a loser.“P-please, spare me! I didn’t mean anyth
Hades POV I walked into the dining area, my hands tucked casually in my pockets, my expression cold, and my footsteps light against the marble floor."Greetings to the king," the staff murmured, bowing deeply, their heads lowered in respect. But I didn’t spare them even a glance as I moved forward with Draven trailed silently behind me.With every step, my frown deepened as irritation and displeasure coursed through me. Suddenly, I halted, my gaze snapping toward a group of female maids. My cold, piercing glare locked onto them, as I watched them with strong killing intent.Their faces drained of color, fear flashing in their wide eyes. They clearly hadn’t expected me to suddenly turn my attention towards them so openly but they were the ones stealing weird glance at me which infuriated me.I hated being watched and most of all, I hated being disrespected."Did I permit you to gawk at me?" My voice was low and calm that it seemed to send shivers down their spines. "Or do you want me
Davina POV“Walk in and blow everyone away,” Eva had said with a mischievous grin, ignoring my protests. My eyes widened, and I instinctively grabbed her hand, refusing to go alone. This felt like walking into a lion’s den—or, in this case, a wolf’s den.Eva had practically forced me into this dress. Thankfully, it wasn’t as grand as the one from yesterday, but still… how could I describe it? It was a long, tight-fitted gown with a daring slit up the side. I had no idea how it looked on me, but from the weight of the stares following me as I walked, I could only imagine it was too much.“Isn’t this a little too much?” I’d asked her before we left the room, tugging at the hem of the dress in discomfort. But Eva, in all her dramatic glory, had waved off my concerns. “It’s breakfast with the king, the most powerful man—the Lycan King! Plus, Lady Evangeline will be there, so you have to steal that spotlight.”Spotlight? I didn’t want a spotlight. I wanted to disappear entirely. I didn’t c
Davina POV No way in hell that was a growl. “Forgive me, your Majesty,” Draven said quickly, retracting his hand and stepping back. I swallowed nervously, waiting for Hades to do the same, but instead, he wrapped his arms around my waist possessively, pulling me closer to him. His scent- Thump. Thump. My heart pounded in my chest as I lifted my head but quickly dropped it again when I felt his intense stare on me. It made me uncomfortable, pulling at my insecurities, but there was something else—an overwhelming heat spreading between my thighs, making my breath hitch. Goddess, what was happening to me? Oh right... Hades happened. “Do you intend to stand here all day?,” Hades said, his thump softly stroking my waist and bringing me out of my daze. That was when I realized I had been frozen in place for a while. “I-im sorry, my king" I bowed and head quickly, it was a surprise that my neck didn't break with the force I used.He was watching me with an amused expression and...
Hades POV I couldn’t focus on anything anyone was saying. My head was clouded, consumed by a singular, primal thought—ripping that dress off her body and fucking her right here and now, on this very table, without a care in the world. I was dangerously close to doing it, too. The red dress she wore clung to her like a second skin, the slit teasingly revealing her smooth leg with every slight movement. The curve of her breasts was perfectly outlined, and even though I’d seen her bare before, something about seeing her in that dress made my restraint unravel. The trobbing of my dick against my pants was almost unbearable, it was an ache that demanded to be satisfied. The others continued speaking, their voices mere background noise as I struggled to keep my composure. Every glance at her made it harder, and worse? I had this impatient wolf that's fighting against my control to feel once again and this time, he didn't just want her mouth– he wanted to be buried deep inside her. I grow
|Ethan POV“My lord, it is done. The distribution was a success,” Liam said, kneeling as he emerged from the shadows. He extended his hand, presenting the golden envelope sealed with a dragon emblem.“You're certain there were no mistakes this time?” I asked, my gaze narrowing into a glare as I took the envelope from him. The last time, there had been issues—a mistake that had nearly cost me my life.“Yes, my lord. The wolfsbane was distributed without incident, and all traces have been erased, including the rogues.” He replied, and I gave a small nod of approval.“Good, send the payment over to him,” I said, my tone cold as I opened the envelope. My eyes scanned the contents, and as I read further, my gaze darkened, narrowing in distaste.Dear Ethan,Ah, my favorite thorn in my side. It’s your beloved King Thorne here — in case you somehow forgot who I am. Do you miss me yet? Because I certainly miss you... like a lonely lover waiting by the door for you to grace me with your magnif
Thorne POV“Do I have to go? Do I really have to go? Can't I just make some excuse that I'm sick or something?” Hades whined, swinging my arm like a child. If you really thought about it, that’s exactly what he was—a fifteen-year-old brat with all the time in the world to be spoiled, childish, and downright ridiculous.I smiled, my eyes curving upward as I patted his head. “You need to go, Hades. It’s the werewolf gala, where all the packs will be attending, and your duty as the youngest son of the king is to be present.”Yet, this spoiled, childish, and stupid kid was stronger than me. Far stronger. This kid, who used to run away from training with the king, was more powerful than I ever was.“Pfft, we have a ton of events like this every day! All the packs are always there. Why does Dad have to go through all this trouble? I’m sure half of them don’t even want to be there!” He huffed, flinging his arms in the air dramatically, clearly fed up.“Well, it is necessary,” I replied, kee
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