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The girl’s bravery needed to be rewarded—she deserved a new beginning…

As an added bonus, please enjoy this short novella by Jamie Begley

The Dark Souls: The Prequel

Chapter 1

“Mother’s anger is the talk of the party.” Destiny glanced over her sister’s shoulder. The night sky was obscured by black, ominous clouds while flashes of lightning highlighted the vicious rain pelting downwards. A particularly loud burst of thunder had both women wincing.

“Let them gossip.” Fate shrugged.“Valentine and I are in agreement; our marriage has come to an end. I am sorry Mother is upset, but our decision is final.”

A loud burst of thunder sounded above their headsjust as lightning struck mere inches from their feet. The guests behind them quieted as they sought the one who had dared to irritate Mother enough to interrupt the occasion. The long anticipated homecoming was filled with those who knew of Fate and Valentine’s separation. Mother had invited all the immortals from the different realms to celebrate the return of Joro. The celebration provided the opportunity to avidly gossip about the banished Goddess with the added bonus of witnessing her anger against Fate.

Joro had been banished tolead a human lifetime on Earth without the power of an immortal. It was the harshest punishment bestowed by Mother. Her return home, while joyous, was also part of the punishment. She had been forced to leave behind the human child she had given life. A child that she would never be allowed to touch—a fitting choice of justice in repayment for the life she had taken.

The beautifulGoddess sat quietly by Mother’s side at the huge table laid out with a vast feast. Her beautiful, sad eyes stirred Fate’s unwilling sympathy.

“Did you speak the words in Mother’s hearing?” Destiny questioned, seeing the glare that Mother was aiming at Fate.

“Yes, I relinquished my marriage rights. Valentine is no longer my husband.” Fate’s eyes searched and found Valentine sitting at the laden table, speaking privately with Chronos. He was receiving his fair share of recriminating looks from Mother.

Fate and Valentine had spent centuries together, raising and training their three daughters to use the powers gifted by Mother. They had shared a love that, while strong, lacked the passion to last an eternity. Valentine, the ultimate matchmaker, had failed in his own marriage.

As her eyes turned from Valentine, they were caught and held by Odin. Fate struggled to move her gaze while Odin’s eyes refused to relinquish their mesmerizing grasp. Fate’s breathing accelerated and her breasts tightened beneath the thin wisp of a gown she wore. Her stomach clenched and her hands trembled, splashing the drink she was clasping onto Destiny’s gown. She ached for him, the desire that tore at her insides was perpetually there. His gaze sharpened to silver as he acknowledged the attraction she felt for him. Being blind in one eye didn’t detract from the perfect physical specimen that was Odin.

His temper andexploits with women were legendary. The joke among the Gods was, who was the better lover, Zeus or Odin? They each had their own groupie following comprised of the Goddesses and Immortals. Women vied for Odin’s attention and the chance to literally touch the stars; a claim many of them had made after he had taken them to his bed. Any and all were granted entry to Zeus’s bed, his escapades keeping Mother busy soothing many a husband’s fury. The cat fights among the women had become vicious over the centuries. The last altercation had been so bad that Mother had stepped in and warned them of their behavior. Venus had been forced to apologize to Aphrodite for making her glorious hair fall out.

Odin was well aware of the contempt she held for him. Every action he made, Fate had known he would take before even he had. She had seen all the women he had bedded and would bed in the future. Monogamy was not one of the aspects she saw in his future.

His raw sensual appeal was something she had fought against from the beginning of time. The sexual awareness in Odin’s gaze was threatening in itself; it made a woman feel helpless and dominated. Neither emotion appealed to Fate.

Her lips curled in disgust at the women surrounding him. They were always by his side as were his two wolves and falcons.

“I see Odin has his menagerie with him tonight.” Destiny brushed the droplets of winestill clinging to her gown away with a wave of her hand. “It gets bigger by the century.”

“It rivals his ego in size.” Fate’s attention returned to her sisteras she forced her body to turn. Giving Odin her back took extreme willpower, and her body continued to feel the weight of his stare. No sooner had she turned from him than she flinched when a familiar, hard body brushed against her back.

“I did not think you would be here tonight.” Valentine’s voice had a soothing quality. They had not spoken since the night of his betrayal. She had cast him out of her castle and refused to see or speak with him. Yet, sensing her agitation with Odin, he had wanted to calm her nerves and thus had risked her anger by approaching her.

Fate had chosen Valentine because of his high moral code, trusting that he would never betray her through the centuries they would share. Yet even he had broken his vows, unable to withstand the test of time and temptation. The night he had strayed was unforgettable to Fate. She had never doubted his fidelity or love until the moment she had seen him entwined with a woman she had called a friend. It had destroyed more than the vows they had given each other on their wedding day.

“I would always welcome Joro home. Mother’s anger will abate in time when she accepts that our marriage ending was a mutual agreement.”

“Was it?” Valentine contradicted her.

“Yes, you decided our marriage was over the moment you touched another.” They would always be friends—centuries of marriage and children would forever bind them together. However, the moment Valentine had allowed his mistress to use her power to shield their affair had been the true end of their marriage.

“I will say my goodbye; my presence here is taking away from Joro’s homecoming.”Fate had to raise her voice to be heard over the continuous bursts of thunder. “Perhaps it will calm Mother’s anger.”

“Be well, sister. May theGods grant you peaceful slumber.” Destiny’s words were accompanied with a sympathetic look that told Fate she understood how difficult it had been for her to be there.

** *

It wasn’t the first time she had dreamed of him. In her silken bed, Fate tossed, trying to drag herself from the dream, fighting her desires even in slumber. However, the dream dragged her deeper within its grasp, not allowing her an escape.

As the dream unfolded, she was naked, lying across Odin’s lap as he sat upon his throne. He wore leather pants, which felt soft beneath her bare thighs. Wiggling, she sought to slide off his lap, but a large hand placed on her belly held her pinned in place.

“Stay still,” Odin ordered, a seductive smile curled on his sinuous lips.


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