Chapter 97

• Hades’ POV
• I stared at the photograph in the file for a long moment, my fingers gripping the edges of the paper with a barely controlled intensity. The edges creased slightly under the pressure, but I didn’t care. All my attention was locked on the face staring back at me—Anita’s face. Confident. Poised. Undeniably hers. Even captured in the photograph, she glowed with a life and energy that no mere image should possess. She was stunning, radiant in a way that made my chest tighten with emotions I could no longer suppress.
• A low growl rumbled in my chest, not of anger but of something unspoken. Satisfaction. Possession. My wolf stirred restlessly, clawing at the edges of my consciousness. His voice was clear, concise, and echoed in every fiber of my being.