Hades' Cursed Luna

InaworldwhereLycansandwerewolvesareswornenemies,EveValmontisawerewolfcursedbyaprophecyandframed.Betrayedbyherownpackandimprisonedforyears,herfatetakesadarkertwistwhensheisofferedtotheLycanKing,HadesStavros—arulerfearedforhisruthlessconquestsanddeadlyprowess.Boundbyanancientprophecyandhauntedbytheghostsofherpast,Eveisnowatthemercyoftheonebeingsheshouldhateandfearthemost—TheHandofDeathhimself.Hades,akingcarvedfrombloodandhisownsoul'sdecay,determinedtoavengehisfamily'sslaughterandridhispeopleofthewerewolves.HebelievesEveisthekeytohisvictory.Tohim,sheisnothingbutweaponforetoldbyprophecy,atoolhewillwieldtodestroytheopposingforcesthreateninghispack.Yet,hefindshimselfcravingthispowerfulyetbrokenwoman.Leavinghimquestioningifsheistrulyhisweaponortheonedestinedtounravelhiscarefullylaidplans.*Hestalkedtowardme,apredatorclosinginonitsprey,hiseyesdarkandunreadable."So,youlaugh?"Hisvoicewaslow,dangerouslysoft,makingthehairsonthebackofmyneckstandup.Iswallowedhard,suddenlyawareofhowdifficultithadbecometobreathe."Hades,I—""Butyouonlylaughatothermen'sjokes,"heinterrupted,hisgazepiercing,devoidofanyhumor."Notyourhusband's."Theaccusationinhistonewassharp,slicingthroughtheairbetweenus.Anervouschuckleescapedme."Youcan'tbeserious...He’syourbeta,forGoddess’sake."Inaninstant,heclosedthedistancebetweenus,sofastitleftmebreathless.Hishandsgrippedmywaist,pullingmeflushagainsthisbody,theheatofhimmakingmyskintingle.Igasped,butbeforeIcouldsayaword,hislipscrashedontomine,claimingmymouthwithaforcethatsentshockwavesthroughme.Thekisswaspunishing,hungry—Icouldn'tbreathe,couldn'tthink.Whenhefinallypulledback,Iwastrembling,mychestheavingasIstruggledtoregainmybreath.Hiseyes,darkandstormy,searchedminewithapossessiveintensity."Youcan’tlaughatmyjokes..."hewhispered,hisvoiceadangerousraspashisfingerstrailedlower,sendingashiverdownmyspine,"butyou’llcomewithmyfingers."Ishivered,heatpoolinglowinmybellyathiswords,histouch.Theworldaroundusblurred,fadingintonothingashishandslippedlower,drawingaraggedgaspfrommylips.Thelookinhiseyestoldmeheknewexactlywhathewasdoingtome,andtherewasnodenyingtheprimalconnectionbetweenusinthatmoment."Idon’tneedyourlaughter,"hemurmuredagainstmyskin,hisbreathhotonmyneck."I’llhaveeveryotherpartofyouinstead."