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Chapter 37

Hades

"Wake up! You are in some serious trouble!" Hearing the harsh words of a whisper and poking my on my head, I slapped the hand that dared to touch me. Rubbing my forehead and opening my eyes, I see none other than Hera's hands on her hips. "Get up!" she mouthed as Ember was curled up in my arms. I didn't have to get away from her if I didn't want to. I don't care if Hera helped yesterday. Ember is nuzzled up in the crook of my neck; why the hell should I move?

"No," I deadpanned. "She's sleeping; let her sleep." Hera stomped her foot again like a scolding mother.

"We have things to discuss, not just you sneaking into her bed and using the bond against her. Now get up; Athena is here to speak with us." Before I think about letting go, Athena walks in wearing light blue robes and gold ropes wrapped around her body. Her burgundy hair was wrapped tightly in braids around her head as she held a white book that looked too heavy to carry. Gracefully gliding through the room, she placed it on a nearby table. "He won't let go of her," Hera accused me while pointing her manicured finger. "He's being as stubborn as Zeus, and I can't seduce him out of bed. He is almost bonded to his mate."

I shivered. I would never do it with Hera; that sounded repulsive. "Shut up," Hera immediately read my thoughts as I chuckled into Ember's hair. She stirred for a moment but immediately sighed.

"It's all right, Hera. We can talk from here. Ember needs all the rest she can." Athena elegantly sat on the bed next to Ember. Taking Ember's hand, she recorded her resting heartbeat and checked her skin, nails, and hair. Ember did not move once as I held her in place.

"Hecate was right; she does have a lot of barriers on her. Luckily Hecate was able to briefly tell me how deep they were in her soul before she left." Athena grabbed the book from the table and laid it out on the bed. Symbols decorated the page where she had bookmarked that would be familiar to a coven Witch. A Celestial Fairy came into the room with a tray full of different powders. Green, gold, blue, and words of ancient Greek and Latin were written underneath each. Athena took her index finger and dipped it into the gold powder twice and once in the blue.

Touching Ember's head, she drew a crescent moon on her forehead with three dots on the underside. Whispering the ancient Greek to herself, Ember stirred, and her eyes flew open. Ember's nails grew and sliced my right peck muscle with three distinct scratches. I hissed at the sudden pain but felt myself already healing.

"I'm so sorry!" Ember darted her head around the room, stunned to see women and servants standing around her. Her breath picked up, and she began to look back at her hand and to my chest.

"It's all right, it was an accident." I tried to comfort her, but she pulled away.

"I didn't, I don't know…" Her breathing went to full-blown pants, and she grabbed her head. Her claws retracted, but her whimpers came loudly.

"What the hell did you do to her?" I growled at Athena, but her face was impassive. Her hand went to Ember, but I swatted it away. "Answer me, what did you do? You are hurting her!" I pulled Ember back into my arms as her body went limp. "Ember!" I gently shook her as Hera looked on in horror, and Athena continued to look as if nothing was wrong.

The smoke tendrils seeped through the sheets, and Hera called in for Vulcan and Ares. Both prominent men burst into the room as I held Ember close and fire sparks began to light at the end of the smoke, fingers grabbing at the sheets.

"Hey man, calm down." Ares held up his hands. "Athena is trying to help Ember. She told me all about it. Athena has to remain calm to help her breakthrough a barrier."

"Can you women not talk outright and tell me this shit?" I yelled. "Quit all this deceptive shit, now what the hell is wrong!" Ember stirred again, and Vulcan went to grab a glass of water.

"Hades." Ember's voice was groggy and low, not sounding like her sweet self. "Hades," she repeated as her eyes popped open. Blackness stared back into my eyes. Ember was no longer Ember; there was something else, and I knew it wasn't a demon. Blaze jumped onto the bed to get between us, but I swatted him off the bed. Chatting away again, he hopped back on the bed, rushing to my mate. Growling at him, he stopped to argue, but my eyes went back to Ember.

"Mine!" she growled and pushed all her strength on me. I was pinned back on the bed with her thighs tightly around my torso. My hands dared not touch her as they stayed hovered over her back. Ember growled into my neck as she began to smell into my hair.

"Fuck, that was hot." Ares rubbed his chin as he set down his sword.

"That is why I couldn't speak," Athena painfully spoke as she rose from the bed. Closing the book, she put it on the nightstand table and pushed people away from the bed. "Ember isn't human, not even part human." Athena's hands were put together as her lips formed a thin line. Ember's body gripped me tighter as she nipped and nibbled my neck. Would it be wrong if I had a raging boner in front of everyone?

"What do you mean?" Vulcan stepped towards her. "She heals at a human pace. Her body even ages as a human who is nutrient deficient. I've seen her lab results."

"She is a full-blooded Alpha Werewolf," Athena interrupted. Hera sat down by a nearby chair as one of the servant Fairies helped her. Fanning herself, she looked at Ember's body attached to mine. Ares gave a smirk and slapped Vulcan's chest.

"Badass, our girl is a complete badass. She'll be able to spar with me now!" Giving Ares a glare, I sat up from the bed with Ember still attached.

"Mine," she growled again, and a purring noise came from her chest. Her Wolf must be present because the Ember I know wouldn't be so bold.

"Ember?"

"Not Ember; I'm Elea." Elea sat back. Her crotch was directly above my dick, and she moved her hips, giving me an evil smirk. "Mate," she purred as she leaned forward and kissed up my neck. "I've got Ember loosened up a bit for you. She won’t be so mad now but don't screw it up anymore!" A swift slap to my chest had me jump as well as everyone else in the room.

"No more hiding things. We hate that. We can feel when you keep things from us!" Growling again, her head came to my chest, and Elea started rubbing her face thoroughly all over me.

"W-what is she doing?" I laughed as I pulled her off.

"She's a Werewolf; she is marking you as hers. Elea wants her scent on you to warn off any females that might take you before you are both mated." Athena sat on a nearby couch, grabbing a cup of tea that Vulcan had made for her. Vulcan glanced at Hera, his mother, and made one for her as well.

Hera stood as Vulcan approached, took the teacup and saucer from him, and put it on the table next to her. "Vulcan," she sniffed, and Vulcan engulfed her in an enormous embrace.

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