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Persephone nestled in against her husband's broad chest as they stared across the Underworld together.

Hades was so pleased with himself. She hid her smile.

A woman in love wanted others to feel the same, but a man in love was a smug dragon.

He hoarded it. Guarded it. Unless his children were involved.

Then, he would fight for love. At least, that's how Hades was, and Persephone didn't know or care about other men.

The Lord of the Underworld was her world.

Her everything. It would have been pathetic if she didn't know that she was his everything as well.

That god would crumble if she ever left him.

Again, she hid her smile.

The Hounds of Hades were safe now. No enemies lurking in the shadows.

They could return to their normal duties and their quest to find their mates.

There were so many Cerberuses left who were still looking.

That thought banished Persephone's smile.

As a woman in love, she ached for them. Especially since she knew that without their mates, they would die. And that would hurt her Hades.

We couldn't have that.

What was with that damn spell? Hades had cast it so long ago and yet, they waited.

Where were the mates? Had they not been born yet?

Magic shouldn't take this long. Persephone had expected the spell to sweep across the Earth and draw mates to their fated hounds immediately.

But no. Centuries had passed. Centuries!

It was time for Persephone to take matters into her own hands.