Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold.

Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed.

No one wants her.

Until he appears.

The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished.

And yet, he chooses her.

Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near.

Can she ever survive this game of fate?

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The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him.

Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved.

"Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker.

Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine.

"You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath.

"Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?"

"I didn't—"

"Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book.

Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—"

"Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark.

"He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her."

Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it.

"Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."

Evangeline slowly gulped at the words he said, feeling a bad premonition despite not being the one who had anything to do with Morningstar sister's death. This should mean she shouldn't have anything to fear and yet her heart was racing oddly. There was an uncomfortable feeling sitting at the bottom of her stomach, one that refused to disappear no matter how many times she reminded herself that she was innocent. The intensity in Morningstar's eyes was enough to make anyone nervous. It felt as though he was searching for answers so desperately that he would chase even the smallest possibility without hesitation.


Chapter 297 - Grave Misunderstanding-IV