The God of Death says I’m his long-lost bride.

His soul mate.

An Omega who betrayed him two thousand years ago.

He believes my memories are the key to our survival.

Only, they’re memories I no longer possess. Because I’m not who he thinks I am.

I’m Serapina, not Persephone.

A human, not an Omega.

And that knot he keeps talking about? Yeah, that’s not coming anywhere near me.

Except Hades isn’t the only one threatening to claim me with his knot. Morpheus, the God of Dreams, says I belong to him, too.

And don’t even get me started on Maliki, the sexy fae guard in charge of my captivity. That deadly fae has a body crafted in sin and a smirk that makes me question my sanity.

All three men want access to my nest. To my heart. To my mind.

It’s that last part that scares me most. Because if I truly am the Omega that betrayed my own kind, then I’m not worthy of being a Goddess. Let alone their Goddess. And what happens then?

Author’s Note: Bride of Death is book one of the Netherworld Fae trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger.