Wrath of The GodsThe Titan’s Saga Book Two
Jaymin Eve Leia Stone
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Stone, Leia
Eve, Jaymin
Wrath of the Gods
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Contents
Dedication
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
Dedication
#Craisey #IfTheyCanGetTheirShitTogether
Chapter 1
I stared at the picture of Cronus and me on my Insta wall, the one shred of proof that he was real—that everything we’d gone through was real. All I had left was this picture with 100K likes ... and the necklace around my throat. The necklace that would not be removed, no matter how hard I tried.
Clicking on the post again, I shook my head. As I’d always wished for, the post had gone viral and I’d amassed 50K followers. Was it everything I thought it would be? #Nope
But since my life was a damned mess, I was trying my best to live normally, and had started putting out daily content.
People were asking…
#WhereIsTheGreekGod #ShowUsTheFutureBabyDaddy
Every single hashtag ripped my heart out and reminded me that I was currently living some fucked-up life on borrowed time. Cronus had taken off three weeks ago, and I’d heard from no one since. I mean, how the hell were they even fighting against the sins without the necklace? Where were they putting them?
“Maisey!” Bobby shouted and I snapped out of it. “Order up on table five.”
Despite my sixty or so thousand followers, I did not have a single sponsorship, so it was still #CrabShackLife.
I grabbed the order and weaved through the tables to set it down at table five. “Can I get you anything else?”
“Ranch dressing,” the middle-aged woman requested.
Why was it always ranch dressing? Maybe if I’d invented ranch I would be on a yacht somewhere and not here.
Screw Cronus for giving me a glimpse of a life beyond mine, for a glimpse of love, and then tearing it from me. He’d destroyed our bond and left me broken and alone on the floor of a dressing room in Vegas. I’d barely been able to control the darkness that seeped out of me in my despair at the loss of our bond. I felt empty … broken.
At least I knew the truth now: the bastard only kept me close because of the bond. If he could just leave me there like that, he didn’t fucking care about me.
He’d be back though, or at least one of the Titans would be. I still wore three of the sins around my neck. Knowing they were all out there saving the world without me. #NotFuckingCool
“Maisey, you’re cut!” my manager called.
With a heavy heart, I deposited the ranch dressing at table five and clocked out.
“You going out tonight?” Shauna asked, sashaying her way past me with a loaded tray. Girl had biceps to die for and I was never surprised she got the big tips. She moved fast and efficiently.
“Uh, no. Probably not,” I said with a huff, untying my apron. “Not really feeling it.”
She didn’t respond to me immediately; she was busy corralling food into some sort of order as she passed out meals and drinks. Yet somehow she got back in time to stop me from walking out the door.
“Come on, Mais,” she said, annoyance creeping into her tone. “You disappear for weeks, you come back looking like death, and you’ve been a zombie ever since. I’m not taking no for an answer tonight. We’re going back to the beach so you can stare at the spot you met your Greek hottie and remember how awesome it was to be swept around the world on a romantic trip.”
I gulped, heat burning in my cheeks and behind my eyes. My throat was sore, and that made my voice extra raspy. “I’m just—”
She cut me off: “I’ll be at your place at eight. Be dressed or I’ll dress you myself.”
I blinked as she hurried off, knowing she meant what she said. She would drag me out by my hair. Shauna didn’t know the full story of course. I had to tell her a modified version of the truth or she’d have called the psych ward. She believed the cover story that I met Cronus—AKA Greek God—while climbing the mountains on the beach near our Santa Barbara home. She thought we went on a whirlwind sexcapade before breaking up and going our separate ways.
The truth was, there was no sex, but there had been something deeper, a connection I’d never felt with anyone. And I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit to wanting him more than I’d ever wanted any man.
Of course, the one man I would fall for turned out to not be a man at all. Cronus was a Titan, one of an ancient godlike race that birthed the Greek gods. Near seven-foot-tall, dark hair, piercing blue and gold eyes, and a body built to perfection … it hadn’t been hard to fall for his looks.
His personality on the other hand … that took more time.
#HeWasAnAsshole #TruthHurts
But fuck, he’d grown on me. His dry, almost sarcastic humor, the way he pushed and cared and claimed me…
That he’d left was an event I was still struggling with, and not because I thought I was so amazing that he’d never find anyone better. Nope, clearly that wasn’t it. It was just that
