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Eve
The pillow hit him square in the face, and Hades laughed softly, the sound rumbling through the room as he let it drop to the floor, those demonically adorable dimples making an appearance.
I was still grinning, holding the phone like it was the crown jewel of my victory, scrolling back to admire the photo one more time.
“You really pull off the unicorn look,” I teased, flicking between shots. “Might want to make this your official portrait. The pack would love it. It would be all over the headlines.”
Hades arched a brow, arms crossed as he leaned against the bedpost. “You’d enjoy the chaos that would cause, wouldn’t you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”
The screen dimmed slightly, and I tapped it to keep the photo from disappearing. But just as my thumb brushed the glass, a notification flashed across the top.
“The LSI results are out, Your Majesty.”
My hand froze.
I blinked, reading the words again as confusion settled deep in my stomach.
LSI results?
I wasn’t sure why that struck me as odd.
But something about it–something about those letters–didn’t sit right.
The message vanished as quickly as it appeared, leaving me staring at my reflection in
the dark screen.
Hades shifted, noticing the way I had gone still. “Everything alright?”
1 forced a smile, turning the phone in my hands. “Yeah. Just…” I hesitated, fingers grazing over the side as I thought about asking. Did I really want to know?
“Just admiring my photography skills,” I finished lightly, passing the phone back to him.
His eyes lingered on me for a second longer, as if he could tell I wasn’t being entirely honest, but he didn’t press. “Well, let me know if you want copies.”
I snorted, dropping onto the bed and hugging a pillow to my chest. “I’ll frame them. And
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“Sounds about right.” Hades sat down on the edge of the bed, glancing briefly at hist phone as he tucked it away.
But the weight of that message still lingered in the back of my mind.
I wasn’t stupid. I knew what LSI stood for.
Lunar Synchronization Index.
A mate test.
Hades had taken one.
I didn’t know why that unsettled me. It shouldn’t have. It wasn’t unusual for Lycans of his rank to take the test. Werewolves did them too, especially after their previous mates passed. My uncle Greyson had done the same after Aunt Cecilia died during labor. I was not Hades‘ mate, so of course, he would be looking for a rebound mate, another she–lycan preferably.
My place here was temporary. He would soon find his second chance mate, and I would be history at some point. It was good news that he was already looking for someone else. -someone he would be able to torment, bond with, and… love.
Still… something about it left a strange, hollow feeling I couldn’t quite explain. I was adapting to this life, but it seemed I was going too far. I needed to remember both my place and my role. I was nothing to him, and I would always be nothing to him.
He made it clear with his threats that day he had confronted me about the curse I had spoken about. If he found out about the deceit, he would burn Silverpine down. He would not consider our experiences together because they simply meant nothing to
him.
I had to remember that before I fell too deep into his illusion. I had to snap out of it.
I shifted, hugging the pillow a little tighter.
“You’re quiet,” Hades said suddenly, his voice soft as he stretched out beside me.
I looked over, finding him watching me carefully. “Just thinking” I replied, brushing it
off.
“About?”
I hesitated but shook my head, pushing the thought down.
It’s not important.
“Nothing” I said with a small smile. “Just wondering how long I can get you to wear that
onesie before you tear it off in frustration.
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Hades chuckled, letting it slide. “You’ve got about five more minutes.”
“Noted.”
But even as we slipped back into that easy banter, my mind kept circling back to that.
message.
I didn’t know what the results said.
I didn’t want to know if he had already found my replacement.
At least, that was what I told myself.
Hades shifted suddenly, and before I could react, he pulled me into him, rolling us both across the bed with infuriating ease.
I yelped in surprise, the pillow tumbling from my grip as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, locking me against his chest like a vice.
“Hades!” I squirmed, trying to pry his arm loose, but it was like wrestling with stone. “What are you doing?”
His voice hummed lazily against my ear. “Getting comfortable. You looked like your
needed it.”
“I–no, I didn’t!” I twisted again, but his arm only tightened.
“You’re always fighting, Red.” His breath was warm against the back of my neck, and I felt him nuzzle closer, his lips grazing the sensitive spot just below my ear. “Can’t you just enjoy this for once?”
I froze, breath hitching as the faintest brush of his fangs dragged along my skin–slow,
deliberate.
He wasn’t serious. He was teasing. He always teased.
But tonight, it felt different.
The playful edge was still there, but the weight of his body against mine–the casual way he held me like I belonged there–had my heart stammering in a way I didn’t like.
I pressed my palms against his arm, trying to push him off. “Hades, I’m not in the mood
“You say that now,” he murmured, lips barely skimming the curve of my neck. “But you don’t really mean it.
I did.
I had to mean it.
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But the words tangled somewhere between my throat and the ache blooming quietly in my chest.
He didn’t know.
He didn’t understand the storm his touch stirred inside me–the sharp, sinking weight. that came with the realization that none of this would last.
I was temporary.
He would find his second chance mate, and I’d be nothing but a fleeting presence. A shadow in his past.
“You’re tense. Hades shifted, one of his hands slipping beneath my shirt to rest flat against my stomach, his palm warm against my skin.
I stiffened at the contact, and his lips curled faintly against my neck. “I know that song you’re playing. Red. Stop pretending you don’t like this.”
I swallowed hard, eyes fixed on the wall as I clenched the sheets beneath my hands. “I’m not pretending.”
The words sounded weak.
Hades only chuckled, brushing his nose along the curve of my jaw as if he hadn’t heard
me at all.
“I can hear your heartbeat, he whispered, fangs grazing along the hollow of my throat. How can you so easily unravel me?
How quickly he could pull me under and drown me in this… whatever this was.
But I had to stop it.
I forced my hands between us, prying his arm loose just enough to twist and face him. He arched a brow, clearly amused by my effort. “Giving up so soon?”
I didn’t answer right away.
Because when I met his gaze–when I looked at him, really looked at him–I realized something I hadn’t wanted to admit.
He wasn’t teasing anymore.
His eyes lingered too long, too soft. The playful spark I was used to seeing was still there, but underneath it, there was something else.
Something I couldn’t place.
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Because it felt too close to hope.
I lost the strength, and he pulled me gently to his chest. He stroked my hair.
“You’ve had a long day. Sleep. You’re getting cranky.”
He didn’t tease. It was like he really saw me.
It felt good.
But it only made me feel worse.
Because all I could feel was the weight of that message–the quiet reminder that I was only holding a space that wasn’t mine to keep.
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