Alpha Hades
Did I come off too strong? Perhaps, but then again, he's an Alpha and should be able to take my shit with ease.
Now that I think about it, maybe, just maybe, I'm wrong.
What if there really is more to Zeno than meets the eye?
One of those hidden things must be connected to the medicine he mentioned earlier. What kind of crap does he have to take if he doesn't want to die? How severe is the disease? What in the world could be fatal to an Alpha? Unless it's another shifter, I've never heard of a disease that could take down an Alpha werewolf.
Then comes his unique appearance. Only a blind man wouldn't notice how handsome the Silver Alpha is, b
ZenoI can't believe this. He's impossible.Nero always has an answer ready, no matter what I do or say. And on top of that, to make it worse, he chooses what to respond to or what to ignore.Couldn't my father warn me about Nero and his behaviour? Probably not, since he had no idea whom I would marry.I wait for Nero to carry me inside the bedroom and let me back on my feet. Again, I have to remind myself why I put up with his behaviour. For my people, I'll sleep in the monster's bed. It sucks that his bedroom looks perfect and his bed incredibly comfortable. I'd feel like I'm doing more if he locked me in the cells.Nero's gaze nearly bu
Alpha HadesCome to think of it, I've heard a lot of rumours about Alpha's Silver pack, but some of them sounded so exaggerated that I didn't bother to listen.But now, I regret that I didn't. Looking at my wife, my Zeno, I understand why some wolves I met couldn't shut up about the qualities of said pack. Or should I say about the appearance of those who live in the territory of the Silver Moons?Zeno, he's... He's something special. I know we've barely met, but I know he's special. If not to others, then at least to me.The slight blush that appears on his cheeks when I hold him only emphasises how pale he really is. His eyes seem to sparkle every time I crack a joke, but the confusion in them dr
ZenoNero's face falls as he backs away from me. Maybe I was too harsh on him.I raise an eyebrow, more than ready to turn around and run away when he tries to pull something on me, but he just stares at his feet. "Is it really that bad?" Nero whispers."What?" I'm not sure what he means, but this man is so bipolar that I can't comprehend how his emotions change.One moment he's happy, the next he's angry or sad. Who does this? And why does he change like this only when we're alone? I don't see this childish behaviour when Nero's around others.With his friend, and probably the whole pack, he's the big, scary Alpha who would rather die tha
ZenoI don't feel hungry. Not anymore.When Nero insisted that I must eat, the thought of food seemed somewhat tempting, but now, I feel like I have a lump in my throat, and no force will help me get rid of it.As if the tense situation between Nero and me wasn't enough, now, I have his friend breathing down my neck. I understand that Damon wants what's best for his closest friend, but that doesn't give him the right to scold me like a child.Something happened. Something I don't want Damon to know about: whatever is going on between Nero and me is our business and our business alone. We don't need anyone interfering and trying to save something that will inevitably end in disaster.
Alpha HadesHow stupid can I be? How deep in delusion I allowed myself to sink? Zeno Silver and I? Yeah, as if!It won't be long before I hear another round of rumours about what a terrible person I am. But this one won't be something I could ignore because it will be Zeno who thinks I'm anything but a man who could be enough.I'm never fucking enough.Perhaps I shouldn't have left like that, but I couldn't stay around him anymore. I tried. I fucking tried.I didn't know where I was going when I stormed out of the kitchen, and apparently, neither did my brain, because now I'm facing a completely destroyed bedroom.
ZenoI follow Lorette, completely dumbfounded. How can someone as bright and cheerful as Lorette be related to a sour apple like Nero? Besides, only a fool wouldn't notice the massive respect everyone in this pack has for her. People around us are quick to bow, call out greetings, or simply approach her when they're close enough. It doesn't matter how they choose to greet her; they all have one thing in common: as soon as the older lady comes into view, everyone's faces break into a beaming smile. I wonder if my people have ever looked at me with such admiration and love as they look at Lorette. To Hell, I wonder if any of the Silver Moon's pack members ever showed me even half the respect these people show Nero. She leads me down an extremely long hall, explaining where I can find help if I need it. Of course, being a little fox, Lorette doesn't miss the opportunity and adds that I should definitely seek out Nero before looking for help elsewhere. "Give it some time; my grandson
Alpha HadesI don't want to go home. It's just as stupid as it sounds. Running through the woods and patrolling the borders helped me get rid of pent-up anger and stress, but when I returned to the front of the packhouse, I didn't want to go in. Call me a coward, but I can't face my wife, not after the argument that went down in the kitchen.Common sense 1, the delusion of Hades 0. Even though I knew this whole marriage show could turn into an absolute nightmare, I never thought my wife would hate me with such passion. It sucks when people base their opinion of you on rumours they've heard instead of trying to get to know you. And there it goes, again, I'm sucked into thoughts about Zeno. If this is how my brain works from now on, I don't know how I'll deal with any of my responsibilities. I have to clear my head and forget about today. Yes, that's perfect - today never happened, and I never met the ridiculously sexy Zeno Silver, who now has the same last name as me. "Shit!" I
ZenoI've always struggled with my emotions, especially when my father mocked me for my inability to hide them. He loved to remind me how easy it was to read what I was feeling just by looking at my face. But now, once the panic seizes me, and I remember the pain I used to feel because of the lack of medication, I don't think about pushing Nero away. Instead, I allow him to cradle me, hold me close and comfort me in times of need. I'm no fool; I can feel how tense his body is and how desperately he holds onto me. Isn't that funny? It feels like we've known each other forever as if we spend hundreds of hours talking about everything and nothing. In reality, we just met, got married because of a stupid business deal, and now we seek comfort in each other's arms. As a grown man who holds the title of an Alpha, it's hard for me to admit when something scares or hurts me, so once the tears start streaming down my cheeks, I try to hide them. If it were my father who saw me in a moment