Samael

I glare at my father across the table as Luka leaves the dining room to check on our mate.

"What the fuck was that?" I ask my father as the door shuts behind Luka.

"DON'T TAKE THAT TONE WITH ME, BOY," Hades yells, his body bursting into blue flames as he ignited with anger, reminding me why he was king of the underworld.

My fire burned just as fiercely as his, my anger growing at his audacity to tell me to watch my tone.

"YOU INSULT MY MATE AND THEN EXPECT ME TO RESPECT YOU. YOU'RE SUCH A FUCKING CLICHE." I yell right back, my flame growing more significant with each word.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Hades asks me, scowling with discontentment.

"Everyone knows the story of you and my mother. Everyone knows that Cronus disagreed with your pairing, yet you defied him. Mother isn't your true mate. She is just the woman you chose to fall in love with. Yet you still went against your father. You're a cliche because you're just like him, no matter how much you detest him. Except my situation isn't the same as yours. Katrina is my true mate; she was made for me and me for her. We share a piece of each other's soul."

My father rolls his eyes. I already know how he feels about fated mates and the prophecy. He thinks the prophecy is just a story made up by Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos to one day overthrow the kingdom of the Gods, but I know better. Coeus, Prometheus, Freyja, the seer Tiresias, and the Druid Cathbadh had the same vision.

One woman, born of light and dark, will unite the four kingdoms as one.

The more I learned of Katrina's heritage, the more confident I was that Katrina was the woman the prophecy described. She would unite the four kingdoms once more.

"It doesn't matter who she is to you. The kingdoms are already losing their power. They've become unstable as our people worry about our rulership. More and More Gods and Demigods want to take your spot on the throne. You must marry Astrid to secure your hold over the kingdom."

"I WILL NOT MARRY ASTRID!" I yelled at my father, my fire burning so fiercely it burnt my mother's plants, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Shit, mom," I run to her side and pull her into my arms, "I'm sorry, mom, I didn't mean to hurt you. I...I lost my temper. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay, my love." My mom responds to me; her voice laced with pain, "You have every right to feel angry. Your father is a fool." Mom states, earning a growl from my father. "Leave your father to me; go to your mate and fix this mess your father created."

"Are you sure you'll be okay?" I ask my mom, knowing that I destroyed some of her life force when I burnt her plants.

"I'll be fine, son. I'll make your father take me to the greenery earthside, where I will regain my strength. I hate to cut my visit short, but we both have important matters to attend to. Now get going before your father's words cause more problems."

I kiss my mother on the head before racing out of the dining room, taking each step two at a time.

"I'm not a fool." I hear my father grumble to my mother.

"You are if you can't see that your son and his mate have already bonded and that they're already head over heels in love with each other." My mother responded, letting out a slight cough. "Now, husband, transport me to my greenery before you lose not only your son but your wife too."

My mother was the only woman who'd been able to calm the rage inside of my father. Sometimes it shocks me that my parents weren't true mates, but then I remember the curse placed on my father by Zeus when he thought my father was perusing Hera. He'd cursed him never to find his mate and discover true happiness.

As I reach my door, I stop in front of it, leaning against it, listening to any noise that would let me detect what was happening inside.

"Take me, make me forget Hades words; take away this feeling." Katrina pleads, begging Luka to make her feel better.

"I'm sorry, Katrina." Luka grits out, showing just how much control he has over his urges and primal instincts. "I...I can't. I can't mate you without knowing if this is something you want. I can't bind myself to you, knowing that it might cause you pain when my bonding with you causes a rift between you and Beckett.

I can feel Katrina's hurt and disappointment through the bond; I take this as an opportunity to make my presence known.

"Fuck Beckett." I growl, "If he can't push aside his issues with you, he doesn't deserve Katrina. The bond between you is real. I can see it forming just by your proximity to each other. A prophecy didn't create your bond. Your bond was written in the stars." I state, one hundred percent certain that I spoke the truth.

Luka glances away from Katrina up at me, staring into my eyes. A look I can't define in his eyes. Katrina looks at him with want and desire as she steps toward him; still, Luka steps back.

"How about this," I state, ever the peacemaker, "How about I fuck Katrina into oblivion, tormenting her body with immense pleasure. If she still wants you afterward, Luka, you submit to your mate."

Luka thinks my proposition over before agreeing. Katrina doesn't say anything as she slinks seductively towards me, letting me take in her naked body. The little minx had tried her hardest to seduce her mate of chaos. As soon as she reaches me, I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist, latching my mouth onto her nipple as I palm at her ass. While Katrina wants sex to feel that blissful sense of euphoria, I want to fuck all the rage I was feeling out of my system. I won't be gentle this time around. I am going to fuck her, and I will fuck her hard. She will be screaming my name as she squirts on my cock repeatedly.

I dig my nails into her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as I walk her towards my bed, my middle finger grazing her puckered hole. "One day," I growl into her ear, "I'm going to fuck you here."

Katrina lets out a soft moan as I slowly circle her anus, adding pressure when my finger grazes across her hole. Reaching my bed, I throw Katrina down onto it, watching her bare breasts bounce up and down as she topples onto the mattress.

I quickly rid myself of my clothing, joining Katrina on the bed. Her thighs are already glistening with her wetness as I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs wide open and lining myself with her entrance before I plunge into her, sinking to the hilt in one solid stroke.