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The Touch of Hades

[Mature Content] Aurora opened her mouth to say something but only a shaky breath left her lips. Sure she knew she had a sad life, the worse actually. But did fate really have to pair her… With HADES?! Standing before her was the god of death and the underworld. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades’ beauty. The god seated before her was not an old man with a white beard that reached his foot, he was the true definition of glamour. “Well, you beat my expectations. I expected a slim figured sad child.” Hades spoke, his voice sending tingles down Aurora's spine. “And I expected an old man with wonky tooth holding a stick to support his remaining lifeline.” Hades opened his mouth to say something about her outburst, while Aurora mentally faced Palmed herself wishing she hadn't said that to the god of the underworld. She stared at him expecting him to cast her into the darkest hell cell as punishment, but his lips only pulled up a grin. “Well, well… I guess I had expected little from my human mate.” AN-:) IF YOU WANT TO REACH OUT TO THE AUTHOR OR TALK ABOUT THE BOOK (give ideas and whatnot) HERE’S MY DISCORD SERVER NAME ryia6993 LITTLE SPOILER ALERT AS YOU CONTINUE READING I'm going to drop a few hints. Maybe it will help maybe it won't. 1. Before Aurora met Hades she didn't give a fuck about anyone. 2. She did (started caring ) when she met Hades and it made her look somewhat ‘cliche’ wanting his attention and whatnot. 3. Apparently, it was a way to tame her. The bond. 4. She recollects herself but in Hades enemy's hands. 5. There happens to be a ‘Reverse Harem’ Hope this helps when you start reading.

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AURORA'S POV

The smell of spicy wood and crisp fresh sheets faintly woke my senses as I felt something stopping my neck from moving as I wanted to stretch. My eyes widened as memories of earlier events started rushing back in.

I froze when I felt a masculine hand, a much stronger and larger one patting me on my head. I jerked up from the bed in a rush, refusing to let the hands that tried to murder me a while ago soothe me.

"Hey, hey… Calm down." A voice called, sounding deep and hoarse making me halt. That didn't sound like Hades and it didn't smell like Hades too. The man that was still behind me smelled… reminiscent.

I turned quickly to see who it was. It was Ares the god of war. I recognized his face well because of his mouth-watering build and display on the day of the gathering.

What I couldn't comprehend was what he was doing in my room and behind me.

As if he could read my thoughts from the expression on my face, he spoke.