Own Her (The Warriors of Hades 3)

In just six months, so much had changed. It was just so strange to still think about where she had been just a short time ago.

Being a servant to a man who was her father and owner had been the only thing she had known, thinking that her future held her dying as a servant, alone, and unloved.

Viktor and Fillip brought the carcasses in and set them on the ground in the cooking area. Savastian was beside her, his hand on her protruding belly, and the strong, warm presence of all the males filled every part of her.

The baby she carried kicked in her belly, and Savastian looked at her and grinned. He rubbed her stomach again, lifted her shirt up, and stared at her with an almost wonder-filled expression as her belly moved because of her little one.

It was wild to actually see the movements of her baby through her skin, the little jabs and kicks of him moving around. She knew she carried a son, because the Hades males only created male offspring. But she didn’t care what gender her child was. Mekenna had never even envisioned that she would ever be a mother.

Covering her belly and brushing her fingers along Savastian’s, she stared at him and smiled.

“My child is within you, Mekenna,” he said in a deep voice. She didn’t know, until they had told her once she was pregnant, that a Hades male could scent if the child was theirs, even before birth.

She carried Savastian’s child, and once she had her baby, recovered, and enjoyed time with her men and little one, she wanted to give the other two males a baby of their own.

Having any child was a gift, but to think she could have a whole cavern full of little winged warriors had her heart racing and her blood pumping with excitement.

She stared at Viktor and Fillip as they watched her and Savastian. These small smiles were on their faces, and then they got to work on cleaning the meat for preservation. This was her life now—a sometimes scary and dangerous life, but one she would never change.

Epilogue Two

Five years later

Mekenna stood on the cliff of the Gebballa Mountain on Hades, watching with her heart in her throat, her hands clenched tightly in her shirt, and her breathing coming in fast pants.

“Easy, my female. They are safe.”

She stared at Savastian as he moved closer to her, pulled her to the hardness of his body, and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “This is going to give me an early death,” she whispered, then gasped when her youngest little warrior, Malakai, started to plummet.

But his father, Viktor, caught him, his grin wide, and they started to fly again. Fillip was with his son, Mathis, and her oldest, Gavriel, was in his father’s arms. She stared at Savastian, looked at how much her son looked like his father, and reached up to take her five-year-old in her arms.

Gavriel, her little warrior, was already an experienced flyer, but Mathis and Malakai, only one and two and a half years of age, were still trying to get the hang of it.

“Momma, can I go and show them how it’s done?” Gavriel asked, and Savastian laughed and ruffled her little boy’s dark hair.

She kissed him on top of the head and smiled. “Yes, but be careful.” She set Gavriel on the ground, watched as his wings came out of his back, big and strong, dark and powerful. Even for only being five years of age, her little boy was very big, taking after his father and uncles.

All of her sons took after their fathers, and although she did want more, and loved being a mother, right now, her hands were definitely full. Savastian gave her a kiss on the lips, grinned widely, and then flew off with the others.

They were only a few feet away from the ledge, but hundreds of feet above the rushing lava rivers below. The fire forest was close by, and her home, a cavern she shared with her warriors and sons, was deep within the ground. Although she knew that other Hades males made their homes high in the mountains of this planet, she liked the coolness the ground cavern provided.

If she had been full human, this heat would have bothered her, but because she was half Cellulion she could handle the hotter temperatures since her skin was made to withstand it. Even on Sessinea, she was able to absorb the humidity and, at times, the very intense suns’ rays.

“Momma, Momma, look,” Mathis said with a huge grin on his face. He was using his wings all on his own, able to stay in the air without any help from Viktor or Fillip. Malakai was still working with the males to stay in the air, and at only one, he was doing a good job but had a lot of learning to do.