"Well, there's broken silenceBy thunder crashing in the dark." Lips syncing to the song playing in the small device Bree gave me, I took a sip from the dark bottle. At first it burned my throat and everything within, but after a few gulps, this became heaven. I felt afloat, like I was on cloud nine, or perhaps way over it. Into the space among the stars. "And this broken recordSpin endless circles in the bar."Another sip, and I began to spin, a giggle resounding off the walls in our room. In his room. In their room now probably. I was more like the outsider. The used one. Probably even the slave. But he never used me. I never let him. Was that why he sought resort to another? Someone who actually had the potential to give him what he wanted? Even more so. Experience, obedience and happiness.A sob replaced the endless giggles in my throat, and as though to match the ache raising havoc in my soul, the next lyrics of the song came on. "This world can hurt youIt cuts you deep

I woke up from the ting on my phone in the middle of the night, indicating I received a message. My heartbeat flared the moment my conscious cleared of the drowsiness. I shot to the bedside table, grabbing my phone and turning it on. The bright light hit my eyes, hurting and making me squint. But the colors drained from my face when my eyes scanned over the text. 'Ela, help me.'Hades? As if my mind was on a reel, I scrambled out of the bed and ran out. But then I stopped, something else registering. This couldn't be Hades. He never called me Ela, and this wasn't even his number. Then who else it could be? Papa? But he was free now. Nola? Wyett? Bree even? Was Gordon punishing someone else in his sick traditional way? My head swirled. Typing in the number, I called. It rang and rang and rang. Then stopped. No one answered. Oh God... What was happening? How was I supposed to know who was in trouble? Feeling a wave of protectiveness surging through my veins, I ran back to Hades' o

I gathered the plates and uneaten food, proceeding to wipe the table set with fresh flowers and scented candles in the middle of a rose garden. It wouldn't hurt if the man having the date wasn't my own mate. But it was. I could say it from the distant hint of pine and woods lingering in the air, in the seat where he sat, in the handkerchief he used. But I refused to cry. I refused to believe his feelings for me would evaporate just like that in the span of three days. Then there was the mate bond as Nola stated which wouldn't let a werewolf forget about his other half even if he tried like humans did. They felt it harder than us. He must feel it harder than me. Then why was he...? The frightful incident from moments ago resurfaced in my mind, causing goosebumps rise all over me. I couldn't blame it to the cold anymore because they gave me a new set of clothes aka a maid dress which consisted of six layers; seven if I considered the ruffled headpiece. It was the ghastly appearance

Dozens of predatorial eyes watched me as I backed further into the stone wall, the cold seeping through my thick maid dress and stinging my skin. When Hades said dungeon, I wasn't expecting to be casted into a confined space with several of rugged rebel men. The only thing separating them from me were the metal bars and the six feet wide hallway in the middle. I guess they were the people in the underground Merida was talking about. I had been looking for ways to meet them, yet when fate brought me right into their region I couldn't get a word out except for pleas of mercy. The dark look each of them held, and the scars that blemished their appearances into scary and wild, it plunged me into a dark memoryland of the night with the Alphas. And it wasn't like walls or bars ever stopped them. Then there was the fact that Hades wasn't here to save me anymore. One of them with a scar under his right eye slowly stalked towards the bars of his cell, tall and ripped like he crushed windpi

Hades' POV~ "Gisele!" I shot to her direction, feeling a sharp, piercing pain shooting through a dozen places on my back. She opened her eyes, those electric blue eyes that drove me insane, and peered up at me. Her pupils dilated at my sight before the rest of her eyes followed. She gasped, finally grasping the situation, fear replacing the brief mirth in her face. I hated it, but the fact that all her emotions circled around me made me feel a strange kind of satisfaction."Hades!" She cried, trying to peek at my back, but I kept a firm grip on her arms, stopping her from seeing it. "What did you do?""I'm fine," I said, my tone strained. "No. No, let me see-" "Stop." I restrained her, palming her beautiful face. "Look at me. Say those words again." "What words..." She ran her frantic gaze all over me, tears staining her unblemished cheeks, her breaths coming out in short pants. She looked lost like she was on the verge of having a panic attack. But then she stopped, really look