Which leaves the woman shaking with rage and despair. She looks at her beast, her eyes filling with tears, and suddenly I feel her torment. Her heartbreak.Her fear.
Because I am her and she is me.
Persephone…
Her nails claw into the ground, her legs kicking as she’s suddenly on her back and being dragged across the earth.
But everything heals in her wake, leaving no signs of a struggle. Even Delos seems to evaporate into nothing.
As though neither of them was ever there.
“This is for your own good, child,” a voice says, one I know too well by now. The same voice that whispered for me to come home. The same voice that told me I deservedthis fate. The same one that dragged me off into a garden for thorns only knows how long.
Demeter.
Her desires whirl around me, her nurturing intentions a palpable presence that almost coaxes me to her side.
Only, I’ve seen the truth.
There are good Alphas in this world,I think, the words ones I can hear myself saying out loud in an accented tone. One that’s similar to Hades’s.The God of Death is a good Alpha, Mama.
I’ve never spoken those statements aloud, and yet I have.
As Persephone.
Her mind brushes mine. Her memories. Her experiences.Her plights.
The Omegas,I think, feeling them all around me.Hearingtheir pain. Their cries.Their dreams burning away into ash…
This is the place of rebirth. Resurrection. A plane created by Demeter using her gifts…
And the ones Persephone inherited through her mating.
It’s all so clear to me now. So present.So real.
Yet, I know this isn’t happening right now. I’m not truly in this world.
I’m in Hades’s maze.
With my intended mates.
I close my eyes once more, picturing that world. The one I was running within when the strangeness overcame me. The place where my Alphas are waiting. Where my enforcer provides protection.Where my body still exists…
Sensations overwhelm me, ones I finally recognize.
A chill underlined in smoky wisps.
The scent of a crisp morning.
Sinful touches that inspire dark desires.
The combination causes me to fly once more, only it’snot a cyclone of foreign energy rotating around me this time. It’s the caress and embrace of my future. My males.My intended mates.
But it’s so much more than that.
I feel our maze.
Our familiars.
