Lasse, son of Poseidon and Abraxas has always wanted a mate of his own. When Nereus, his younger brother, found his, Lasse's hopes were revived. Poseidon, Abraxas, Nereus, Sebastian, and Thanatos had all found wolf shifters as true mates - surely it was only a matter of time before he found a wolf of his own. But no matter how much time Lasse spent with wolf packs, hoping someone would jump on him and brand him as "Mine" it just wasn't happening. However, a chance night out with his friend Thor changed his whole perspective on what the Fates had in store for him.
Jason, also known as Ja, had been around a very long time. His heart filled with anger and despair he traveled from one fight club to another, trying to keep from thinking about the life and kin he'd left behind. In his head, he was one of the forgotten myths - someone the gods and the Fates had ignored. The Fates proved him wrong.
But all is not right in the world of myths and legends. Hades has disappeared from the Underworld and an angry Cerberus is roaming the earth determined to find him. While Lasse might think of Cerberus as one of his friends, Jason has other ideas...and that maybe Hades return isn't the only thing Cerberus is interested in.
Features a sweet demi-god with a heart of gold, an ancient warrior who needs love to heal his heart, cameo appearances from some of the Cloverleah pack and of course a meddling Poseidon. MM. HEA. Could be read as standalone, although previous readings of the Cloverleah series and the two prior books in this series would help readers to understand the play between secondary characters. Although this story is complete, the epilogue does introduce a new situation which will be played out in the next story.
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Word Count: 65000
Setting: Us, Greece, Underworld
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
It was halfway through his fourth fight, this time with an overblown windbag who was all mouth and trousers, that Jason’s animal half suddenly sat up and paid attention. Ducking around a flailing fist and landing a solid punch of his own, Jason tried to scan the crowd, unsure what or who his animal was focused on.
His opponent fell back against the steel bars of the cage; winded but not out. More’s the pity. What the heck? Jason barely caught sight of a huge blond man pushing through the crowds towards the cage before his opponent grabbed him around the neck. Furious at not being able to watch the man’s progress, although unsure why, Jason reached behind him and grabbed the man by his thick neck. “You should’ve stayed down,” he snarled, his animal half flashing behind his eyes. Three punches and a roundhouse kick later and his opponent did as he was told.READ MORE
Turning, Jason saw the blond had reached the cage bars. He wasn’t alone. Another equally tall, white blond man stood with him and for a moment, recognition tugged at Jason’s memory. But whatever it was he was struggling to remember was from too long ago. Besides, he had more important things to worry about. For the first time in a thousand years, his animal half sang and Jason’s heart dropped to his stomach. He knew exactly what that meant.
“This really isn’t a good time. I’m working here,” he yelled, resisting the urge to move closer.
“This,” the blond man waved at the cage, “this is what you do for a living?” Jason could pick out every detail of the huge man’s face. The sweep of his hair, the elegant arch of his brows; the full lips framed by a delicious trimmed beard. One aspect stood out. The kindness and pain in the man’s deep brown eyes. Jason would bet his winnings the pain was for him and that wasn’t something he could face.
“This is who I am,” Jason spread his arms wide as he pulled on a sneer for the crowd. “If you can’t handle it, make sure you’re gone before I’m finished. I haven’t got time for this or you.” Turning his back deliberately, Jason waited for his next opponent. He knew the instant the man had gone; his animal half stopped singing.COLLAPSE