Celeste's POVContinued..."I've come to give you back your Goddess aura," Zeus announces loudly the very moment I place my cutlery on the plate."Already?" I ask before I can stop myself."I've seen the error of my ways. I understand you cannot make Theseus come home. It is him that I should be punishing.""Oh," but that isn't what I want."Come?" He summons me, standing from the table with his glasses of wine.He nods to mine as he walks past, so I grab the glass to follow behind him.We walk through the downstairs back to the living room."Play me a song, Celeste..."The piano sits grandly before us, beckoning me to play him his favourite song.The one he always has me play.I sip my wine, drinking the deep red with enthusiasm, and then I place the glass on the sideboard to sit on the bench.Zeus smiles at my obedience as I start to play his favourite song. My fingers dance on top of the keys as the music fills the house with its melancholy.I finish the first piece, moving into th

Theseus’s POVMy heart started to beat erratically inside my chest as if it were going to die from a heart attack.I know that isn’t the case, I’m a god, and normal human ailments do not affect me in the same way.Something was happening, something wrong, and I didn’t immediately click on why I felt absolutely terrible.Then it started, the mark on my neck. The slim lines of teeth mark Celeste had left behind not eight millennia ago burning.There’s only one reason such a thing would present itself.Celeste, my love, was sleeping with someone else.I tried to fight the sinking emotions daring me to destroy this world and the next over as I stayed in the kitchen with my child and her friends and partner, trying to keep my head in the now, but I couldn’t.Outside was brewing with my emotions, the weather syncing to my agony.My body is burning with betrayal.Yet, in all the emotions sinking themself into my very being, I knew something was wrong.I knew Celeste would not do this to me.

Celeste's POV I can feel him as soon as I stand to look out of the house and into the distance where Zeus had flown like a feather in the wind at my demand. Theseus is here, in the god realm, and he's angry. Of course, he is. What I just did. What I partook in must have heart-wrenchingly hurt him more than anything ever has in his existence. Mates and the bonds that come along with that intertwine our souls with one another. We've been soul mates for as long as time itself. Walking life beside each other, making decisions as a unit to one another and promising to love each other for eternity also. Not three or four months after I came here did I find him, and despite not being a wolf, something inside of me told me he was mine and I were his, and despite him only being a witch, he felt that deep connection to me too. And we marked one another. My teeth marks scared into his neck as one of my wolves would do with their mates, and his magic lived beneath my wrist as witches ma

Theo's POV Leo and I hang back as Tabby and Lilith walk through the woods, discussing Tabby's time with a witch called Gretchen. Poor Tabby describes a gruesome life with the witch experimenting on her because of her visions. Damian wanted to harvest her gift. He wanted the gift of vision to use to his whim. Leo grits his teeth as Tabby describes the dark magic used to try and siphon her magic. The growl sitting at the base of his throat when she explains how painful it was sometimes makes me wonder how he hasn't killed Damian himself. I think over the times I've seen him near Damian. At how he's able to control the urge to be angry. His ability to be neutral in the face of the man who had hurt his mate, his girl. I don't know if I'll be able to be as Switzerland in the face of that man as he is. In the face of seeing everything he has done to Lilith and Khai, I don't know whether I will now be able to prevent myself from hurting him how he deserves. "Theo?" Lilith calls me.

Six years agoDamian's POVI think the boy is her mate.It's in the way he looks at her, the way he hangs off of her every word, his inability to keep his hands off of her and the protective stance he takes over her, yet not anyone else.Onyx is becoming suspicious; watches Khai intensely. He is assessing his every move.And I’m sad to say Khai is fairing the bunkers more times than ever before.One wrong look, one wrong move, even sniffing the girl too closely, has Onyx in a tis of hatred for the boy.Khai was the son I chose for myself. The child I never had genetically, yet the boy I had adopted in a way that meant I had someone to pass my pack down to.Legally he is the heir, the successor to take over from me, yet here my wolf is destroying him.The boy has turned from the bubbly child I adopted to a quiet, subdued kid that jumps at the slightest sound.I hate watching his confidence dwindle before my eyes. Yet I cannot look away either.I could ignore all of this happening aro