Chapter 58

Hades’s Pov

The whiskey in my hand swirled lazily in the glass as I stared at it. Damian’s question echoed in my mind, louder than the dull hum of conversations around me.

“Have you fallen for her?”

I didn’t respond immediately. Instead, I lifted the glass to my lips, letting the burn of the alcohol distract me from the storm brewing inside. Fallen for her? What a joke. The word "fall" didn’t seem fitting for what I felt. It was too soft, too passive. Whatever I felt for Anita wasn’t gentle—it was a raging inferno, a constant pull that never let me breathe, never let me forget. But was that love? Or was it something else entirely?

Damian, sitting beside me, sighed and leaned closer, clearly not giving up on his interrogation. “You can’t avoid the question forever, Alpha. You wouldn’t be sitting here, drinking like this, if you didn’t care.”

I didn’t look at him. Instead, I took another slow sip, feeling the whiskey burn down my throat. “It’s not that simple,” I muttered.