Evangelina pov.(There are two characters named Liam in the story. Liam, who works for Thorne, and Liam, who works for Evangelina, are two different people.)“What?” I asked, my hand freezing mid-motion as I stopped applying makeup. Turning around, I stared at Liam with wide eyes, unable to believe what I had just heard.“Those fools—no, I mean Stella and Marie—are being executed tomorrow?” I repeated, my voice laced with disbelief. When Liam nodded, bowing his head even lower, my mouth fell open in shock.No fucking way.“From what I gathered, the king has officially announced their execution. It’s set for tomorrow at the hunting grounds—where Beta Draven’s execution was originally supposed to take place.”I gasped, slamming my brush onto the table, my eyes wide as I stared at Liam."So... does that mean Beta Draven's execution won't take place after all?" I asked, my voice betraying a hint of relief before I even realized it.Liam shook his head, his face as cold and expressionless
lDavina pov.“I asked Emmanuel if you could skip this since you’re not feeling well, but he said you have to attend—it’s the king’s order,” Eva said as she walked with me toward the hunting grounds.Today was Stella and Marie’s execution, and to be honest, I didn’t know how to feel. Was I glad they were finally being punished for their crimes? Or was I sad that their punishment was death?Perhaps I was torn between the two, unsure of what I should be feeling. But one thing was certain—I was relieved. At least they wouldn’t be causing any more trouble, like drugging me or attempting to kill Hades.“You don’t have to worry,” I said with a soft smile. “I won’t be seeing anything anyway, so it doesn’t really matter.” I joked, and Eva scoffed before letting out a noise of agreement.“True, but still, you’re braver than that idiot who refuses to step outside until the execution is over. Can you believe it? A grown man making himself sick on purpose just to avoid attending. If men are scare
96|Kill her.Hades pov.When Father was alive, he would always say, ‘Mercy is ruthlessness upon ourselves’. At first, I thought it was just some silly quote he had stolen from a novel. Besides, Father wasn’t exactly what you’d call ruthless.Back then, I saw him as a kind king who wouldn’t even hurt a fly. But now, looking back, I finally understood the truth behind his words.Father wasn’t cruel, but there were moments when he chose to be—moments when he steeled his heart and passed judgment without an ounce of mercy.Why?Because mercy could be a double-edged sword. Sparing someone today might mean giving them the chance to kill you tomorrow—just like Theron did.So I made a vow. Never again would I show an ounce of mercy, no matter how desperately they begged for it."Have mercy! M–my king, please have mercy!" the first girl cried as the guards drag her onto the podium. But I don’t blink. My expression remained cold, unchanging, as she’s forced to her knees. The sack was ripped fro
Davina pov.Screams. Piercing screams rang through the air as chaos erupted, and people fled while arrows rained down. Fear gripped my body, paralyzing me despite Eva’s desperate tugging, trying to pull me to safety. Her voice seemed distant—fading into the background—while the only sounds I could hear were the agonized cries, the thud of bodies hitting the ground, and the desperate pleas for help.“Davina!”I staggered back as images flooded my mind, suffocating me. The massacre of my pack, the rogues’ ruthless attack, the arrows striking down those I once called family—each memory struck like a dagger, replaying their final moments.I couldn't breathe. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't-My trembling hand reached for my chest as I gasped for air.“Help! It’s a rogue attack—” someone screamed, but their voice was cut off in the next second, followed by the sickening sound of a body collapsing to the ground.“Kill them all! Our target is the king, so go for him!” a loud, gruff voice yell
99|Is that really you? Hades pov. Where is she? Where the fuck is Davina? “Hades, to the left!” Cyrus growled, snapping me out of my frantic thoughts. I turned sharply in the direction he called out, my feet barely making a sound against the ground. My mind was racing, my heartbeat pounding—relentless, growing faster with each passing second. I had given the order for those little rats to be killed, yet before I even realized it, my attention had shifted. I turned to search for her in the chaos, but she was nowhere to be seen. In that moment, I couldn’t quite describe what I felt—only that the sight of her disappearance sent a cold rush of fear through me. A fear I hadn’t felt in a long time. It was like that day all over again. Seeing her gone, knowing she was in danger, made everything else fade into nothing. All I could think about was her. “Ahhh! Die, you filthy imposter! You are not the king!” I halted, my gaze narrowing as I focused on the bastard charging at me wi
Davina pov.Sebastian.That was all I needed to hear to lose all rationality—for my mind to go blank and the tears to spill freely.Sebastian… He said his name was Sebastian. Could it be my Sebastian? My missing brother who disappeared years ago during the rogue attack?My shoulders trembled as I took a shaky breath and reached out, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of his features, desperate to feel the familiarity, the resemblance, the proof that this wasn’t just my mind playing cruel tricks on me– to confirm that he was real."S-Sebastian… is that you? Is it really you?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, laced with disbelief and raw emotion.I felt him stiffen under my touch, but I only smiled through the tears, my fingers tracing the contours of his face, desperate to etch them into my memory—to remember how Sebastian had looked before he went missing and compare if the boy standing before me was truly my Sebastian."Sebastian..." I choked out, closing the distance between
Davina pov.Why was this happening? Why did my body always seem to betray me whenever Hades was near? Whenever he touched me, pulled me against him in the most sinful, addicting way.Why?I knew the answer. It was because he was Hades—my mate. He was the reason my mind became a tangled mess whenever he was near. The reason why, even when I should have been furious with him, I couldn't bring myself to resist his touch.I should be mad. I should push him away—especially after what happened when I was drugged, especially what happened to Draven. I should tell him I didn’t want this. But instead—“Ah, please… please, Hades,” I moaned, my head falling back as my fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. His tongue moved inside me, sending shocks of pleasure through me. My back arched, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I bit my bottom lip, trying to stifle the moans threatening to spill out—but I couldn't stop them.“Fuck!” I moaned, my toes curling as waves of pleasure crashed over
Davina pov.My eyes fluttered open, and I groaned as a wave of pain washed over me. My entire body felt like it was on fire—aching, sore, and stiff, making even the slightest movement a struggle.“Fuck,” I muttered, running a hand through my hair as I forced myself to sit up, my mind struggling to piece together the events of last night. And when it all came rushing back, my heart nearly dropped.The execution. Sebastian. And sex with Hades.I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening. Every part of me screamed to lie back down, to pretend I was asleep but despite my better judgment, I forced myself to reach out to the other side of the bed.I exhaled in relief as my hand touched the empty bed beside me. Hades was gone—he must have woken up early and left. My body slumped as I fell back against the mattress, running a hand through my hair while yesterday’s events replayed in my mind.Chaotic was the only way to describe it. There had been another rogue attack against Hades, but strangely en
Hades pov.Waston’s eyes widened in horror at my words, and he stumbled back as if I had physically struck him.“What?” he muttered in disbelief.I tilted my head slightly, narrowing my gaze, my expression cold and unreadable. Silence stretched between us like a taut string.Then he broke it.“M-My King, this must be a misunderstanding. Surely, I would never—”I raised a hand, cutting him off mid-sentence, and stepped forward, holding out the wine.“Then explain this to me. Why would your beta try to poison my drink with wolfsbane? How do you explain this, Waston?”I glanced at the bastard I had just killed moments ago, my eyes settling on the severed head of a man who had no idea his end was coming.Waston followed my gaze, and I saw the way his body tensed as he stared at his beheaded beta.Without a word, I walked over to the head on the ground and crouched down to its level, tilting my head as I studied the man's wide, lifeless eyes. I pointed at it, then looked at Waston with an
Hades pov.“Two choices?” I repeated, my voice laced with confusion. The moon goddess nodded, her gaze unwavering as she stared at me.“You have to make a decision between two choices," she said, her tone serious. "And either choice you pick will change everything. It will have an effect in one way or another in your life”I raised a brow and frowned, my gaze shifting away from her. It wasn’t fear or nervousness that made me look away, but even with her aura suppressed, staring at her for too long strained my vision. After breaking down in tears earlier, the goddess had comforted me, and maybe because she was the mother of all werewolves, I felt every ounce of pain and frustration pour out of me at that moment. It was a release I hadn’t known I needed. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had cried. After my parents' deaths, I had locked away every sign of weakness— including my tears.“What do you mean? Could you tell me what choice I would have to make?” I asked.The goddess's
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