Ares Is Mine: Paranormal Romance (Gods and Monsters Book 3) Read online

  Ares Is Mine

  Gods and Monsters

  Mila Young

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  Contents

  Gods and Monsters

  Ares Is Mine

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Hades Is Mine

  Entangled Excerpt

  About Mila Young

  Books by Mila Young

  HAVEN REALM SERIES

  Hunted (Little Red Riding Hood Retelling)

  Charmed (Arabian Nights Retelling)

  Cursed (Beauty and the Beast Retelling)

  Claimed (Little Mermaid Retelling)

  Entangled (Rapunzel Retelling)

  Dark Reflections (Snow White Retelling)

  WICKED HEAT SERIES

  Wicked Heat #1

  Wicked Heat #2

  Wicked Heat #3

  Guild of Shadows

  Darkfire

  More on the way…

  Gods and Monsters

  By Mila Young

  Apollo Is Mine

  Poseidon Is Mine

  Ares Is Mine

  Hades Is Mine

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  Ares Is Mine

  “We can’t go in there,” I said.

  Ares kicked the door, and it splintered at the lock, swinging open.

  “That’s destruction of property,” I pointed out as I swept kisses across his cheek and neck. Hell, he smelled and tasted like candy on a stick.

  “They can bill me.” Ares dragged me into the office. He shut us inside and hauled the desk so it held the door in place. I giggled. This was a different side of him. Urgent, serious. But sensual.

  I loved it.

  Chapter 1

  Elyse

  Magic and newfound energy filled me after my second death, and the power hummed under my skin like an adrenaline kick, as if I’d eaten a kilo of chocolate and washed it down with two gallons of energy drink. Getting out into the crisp air before the world woke up helped tame the power inside me. My life had changed so much since the gods arrived in town. Not to mention, Death, or X as we all called him, had been killing innocents and now was focusing his attention on me.

  The sun crept over Chicago on Monday morning, turning the silvery quality of night into the brightest orange hues, and I powerwalked along an empty sidewalk. My backpack sat over my shoulder with my camera, since this was the best time of day for photos. I worked as a freelance photographer because it was the easiest job I was good at, which I could maintain while I fought to save humans from whatever the gods sent our way. A nine-to-five just wouldn’t cut it, and despite my struggles being divine in nature, I still had human bills to pay. The contrast staggered me sometimes.

  I had a handful of recurring clients, mostly requiring photos for their website, which was fine by me. They gave me a brief and I delivered the shots they were after, meaning I worked on my own when I found the time. So, I made a living despite never having my head in the game. Recently, my “normal life” had taken a very serious backseat.

  While nothing was going wrong, it was a good time to do some work, to get photos in while I could. Plus, aside from my images commissioned by several specific clients, I’d also taken images to sell as stock photos. Every bit counted. My work had a strong urban theme, and Chicago had some beautiful spots when the light hit it just right.

  Lately, the sun had been out more. It had always been grim and overcast before. A result of pollution, everyone had said.

  It took me a while to realize the gloomy days were largely because Apollo, the god of the sun and light, had rejected himself, and as he was back—love was a beautiful thing—the sun shone more. Not to mention, because he was in my life, I smiled more than I had in a long time.

  I loved the outdoors, loved feeling the warmth on my face. It reminded me of Apollo’s kisses. Yep, I had to catch up with him later today. Maybe with Poseidon as well. I missed him, and I couldn’t believe I’d ever be so gushy over a guy… or several guys, in my case.

  A warm breeze swooshed past, taking an empty chips bag with it. All the stores around me remained closed, and only the occasional car drove past.

  But my mind refocused on X. I needed new weapons to give me a greater advantage in combat against him. I’d used knives, bo staffs, and nunchakus in the past, but I needed more. Every time I died, my power grew, and I became stronger. It felt as if I were being born again. Twice over, in my case. And I couldn’t go back to my old ways, not after experiencing this level of power with my speed and strength. I didn’t want ranged items like guns or arrows or anything cliché. Besides, I didn’t get the feeling X would shy away from a bullet. A firearm was so…human. Only the power behind the weapons could beat X.

  For that, I needed a melee device, something used in hand-to-hand combat. I didn’t intend to use trauma items like clubs or anything similar. Instead, a daring, edgy item would work best. Maybe a different sword?

  Ha. That would work wonderfully.

  It’d been weeks since I last saw X or heard of the destruction he’d caused. It wasn’t that I’d forgotten about him, but I’d become a little lax. I trained hard and prepared for another fight with him, but he hadn’t killed in a while. Part of me started thinking about other things again—my hopes, my dreams, the lovers in my life. The possibility of a happy future.

  I checked my phone. Poseidon and Apollo sometimes messaged me, and on occasion, Ares. But nothing from Hades.

  It wasn’t like I was sitting on the edge of my seat waiting for him to message me or anything. But sometimes, I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and I yearned to talk to him. After our last few encounters, I shouldn’t have wanted anything to do with him. But he’d come to my rescue, along with the other three gods when X trapped me, and I’d never forget that moment when I realized that I wasn’t alone anymore when it came to battling Death. So now, I couldn’t stop hoping Hades would visit me.

  But I had no idea what to think of our messed-up relationship. Who was he really? And how did he fit into this whole
mess with X running around? I couldn’t work it out myself, so I’d waited for him come to me. And when he hadn’t, I let it go. Though he remained on my mind.

  My phone pinged with a text just as I put it in my pocket, and when I unlocked the screen, I saw it was from Heracles.

  Out of town. We’ll train later. I’ll call you when I get time.

  I’d expected that, but I still sighed. I missed his company. He’d been so busy lately, going off by himself, being secretive. It wasn’t how he used to be. He’d been appointed by his old man, king of the gods, Zeus, to train the Lowe family to be the protectors were born to be. But as of late, my mentor was MIA.

  I stopped, leaned my back against the window of a juice store, and dialed his number. Despite him being a demigod, Heracles had a cell phone, he lived in a condo, and he wore ripped jeans and muscle tees. It was one of the things I loved him about him—he was so damn down-to-Earth.

  “Are you going to avoid talking to me again?” I asked when he answered.

  “Thought you might be with one of your lovers,” he quipped, but there was no menace behind his words. He’d been the one who explained how gods often had multiple lovers, and the behavior was normal. That I shouldn’t fight my attraction to the four gods who’d burst into my world. But at the same time, something had changed in Heracles, and he’d pulled away from me.

  I forced a giggle. “Come on. Don’t make fun of me. I’m starting to get this whole multiple-men thing is a part of who I am, but I’m not all the way there yet.”

  Heracles chuckled, and I pictured his wide smile, the creases at the corners of his eyes when he laughed.

  “You haven’t called me in ages,” I said. “You can’t just ditch our training sessions all the time. You’re supposed to teach me.”

  “You hardly need to be taught anymore. You’re as strong as I am now.” A serious tone threaded his response. Was he upset my power had grown to the point where he was no longer needed?

  His comment was a hell of a compliment. But I wasn’t satisfied. For so long, Heracles had been all I had, the only person who understood the two worlds I straddled, whom I confided in when things got too messed up to handle on my own. And part of me felt as if I’d lost a close friend, and it was somehow my fault.

  “What’s been up with you?” I asked.

  He hesitated, and I laughed in the silence.

  “Found something better to do with your time?” I asked again, trying to get him to open up, to tell me what was going on.

  “It’s not that.” Heracles swallowed loudly over the phone. “I love training with you. It’s just…empty.” His voice drifted off.

  It hurt to hear him pull away, an ache settling in my gut. “Yeah, that’s not an insult at all.”

  Heracles snickered. “I know you better than to think you bruise easily.” He took a deep breath and sighed. “It’s just not that easy to step down and let someone else be the hero. I’m tired of being behind the scenes. It kills me to see you fight for your life, but I can’t do anything more to help you.”

  My gut tightened at hearing the pain in his voice, his longing to do more. “So, what? You decided not to be a hero anymore?”

  “Not quite like that,” he said without hesitation.

  I frowned. “Are you doing…hero work?”

  Heracles’s laughter boomed through the phone. “We’re not in a movie, Elyse. But yes. Hero work, if that’s what you want to call it. I just want to feel like there’s more to my life again, and there is so much crime and ugliness in this world that could use a bit of divine intervention. I’ve been training you Lowes for centuries. It’s been great, but you’re all grown up now and kicking the kind of ass I’d battle if I could. And if I’m forbidden from aiding you, I can’t sit back and do nothing. A guy needs a hobby, you know?”

  I smiled, understanding what he was saying. This was Heracles, the legendary hero who’d completed twelve labors. Hell, he’d defeated the Nemean Lion, captured the Erymanthian boar, and even killed the Lernean Hydra. He was the son of Zeus! So as much as it hurt to hear him following his own line of heroism, I couldn’t blame him.

  “Don’t forget about me when you’re all big and famous,” I said. “And I want to meet up when you’re free.”

  When he answered me, I heard the smile in his voice.

  “I won’t be famous. You’ll always be my little prodigy, and you won’t get rid of me that easily.”

  He laughed again, a deep rumble in his chest that I’d come to know and love. Heracles was like a second father to me. He’d taken over everything when I lost my family. Not just the mentoring, but he’d been the person I turned to for everything. It wasn’t that I didn’t need him anymore—Heracles would always be family to me. But I understood he needed more.

  I could only imagine how much it exhausted him to do the same thing for centuries on end. Heracles was a better man—or god—than the rest of them put together.

  After I ended the call, I pushed into a jog. But a longing danced through my chest, a feeling as if I’d somehow lost Heracles from my life. Which was ridiculous. He pulled away weeks ago, but to hear him say he was going sat on my shoulders like a boulder. I had no people in my life I considered close, and it terrified me to lose Heracles. But who was I to stop him from following his passion?

  Remembering X and my mission, I decided, I’d order two blades: a katana and a scythe for good measure, once I arrived home.

  I appreciated irony as much as the next person and going up to the Greek version of the Grim Reaper with a scythe sounded like pure poetry to my ears.

  The weapons would be easy enough to order. With a credit card, you could do anything these days. World domination? Sure, are you paying by MasterCard or Visa? Getting these tools should have been harder, but the Lowe family had never struggled to buy them. Maybe it was a god thing. We had Zeus’s special attention. I supposed it helped to have friends in high places.

  After running ten blocks, I stopped and caught my breath as I adjusted my backpack, which kept getting tangled with my dark braid. My hair reached my hips, since I never cut it. After all the blood I’d gotten in it in during my last few fights, I considered cutting it to an easier length to maintain, but I didn’t want to get rid of the length. My mom used to have long hair, and in a way, it reminded me of her.

  This was the first time I’d grown it so long, and when I braided the hair, it was out of the way for the most part.

  I flashed on an image of Hades wrapping my braid around his hand, pulling my head back so he could kiss my neck while he fucked me in the training center.

  It wasn’t because of him I wasn’t cutting it. But God, that had been hot as hell. Everything about him left me breathless.

  Which was exactly why I had to stop thinking about him—he brought trouble in more ways than one. He was my weakness and something about him drew me to him. But he was also the downfall of this Earth, from what I could see.

  I didn’t want to believe he was capable of something so horrific as X. But just because I didn’t want it to be that way wouldn’t magically make it so. I had to be realistic.

  Which was why I’d stop thinking about him and get on with my day.

  The streets were quiet as I passed more shopfronts. A young couple walked out of a bakery, holding hands, exchanging smiles. The man carried a bag of pastries. As much as I craved such a simple life, I refused to torture myself with what I couldn’t have. I accepted I’d never have a human future, not with the power coursing through me and four gods in my life. Letting myself ponder what my future could possibly be was foolish when I wasn’t even sure how I’d defeat X. And that was priority, not silly dreams of happy endings.

  Soon enough, I was in a back alley, taking photos of gorgeous graffiti of an old man’s head with fish swimming out of his ears that a nameless street artist had spray painted on an old brick building. While I had no clue what it meant, as long as it made sense to the artist that was what mattered.

  A s
udden cloud of darkness surrounded me.

  My heart raced. I stumbled and caught myself on the wall. This fog didn’t feel like X. The darkness seemed as if it were inside of me, resonating with something familiar, and I swallowed hard, trying to stay awake and on my feet. Heaviness sank through my body, the sensation growing denser inside me, almost dragging me under. I scanned the alley on either side of me. No sign of anyone else.

  Energy hummed over my flesh, calling me, and fear bubbled in my chest. The kind that screamed to fight!

  After dying twice, the increasing darkness inside me was one side effect I worried about. I had a strength and awesome energy, sure. But it was as if a little piece of myself disappeared every time I died, replaced by the new power that clung to my insides. It was like being unable to take a deep enough breath, no matter how much I tried.

  This wasn’t X, but me, and whatever was happening to me after my last death.

  I could only die one more time and wake up again, or would the drowning feeling drag me to a darkness I’d never wake up from instead?

  The thought terrified me. After my father died, it had almost killed me to lose him. But I always I held on to the promise I’d spend time with him again one day in the afterworld. Except if X took my life, I’d never get a chance to see Dad; I would perish from existence. And not even the gods could do a damn thing to save me.