Origins *Book 3 Of The Hunted Series*

Chapter 9: Titan Cassandra

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Malia growls and struggles to stand up.

"You killed him?" The tall woman says, eyes shining with anger and shock.

"Obviously." Malia says, staring the tall olive toned woman down.

Malia is the spitting image of her.

"Watch your tone when speaking to your mother." The giant, muscular dreadhead says, narrowing his purple eyes at Malia.

"Watch your tone when speaking to Malia."

Alex taps my shoulder, telling me to calm down.

"Who are you?" The tall woman questions, eyeing me up and down, noticing my original hunters mark on the side of my neck.

"Natalie Hernandez, our kid." Elijah says, stepping up beside me.

Our kid?

"Elijah Hernandez. The Original Father. What are you doing in Olympus?" The man says, pulling his wife behind him.

"Oh ya know, visiting. Nothing to crazy. Why don't you release the hellhound, and we can move on with introductions." Elijah says, waving the man off.

With a grunt, Malia suddenly inhales sharply, standing up from her bow.

"I'm Lorelei." The graceful woman says, slightly bowing.

"Leander." The man says, nodding.

"Pleasure." Alex says, bowing slightly.

I glance at Malia, who's staring at her parents, frowning and subtly growling.

"Malia, my love, calm down." Kayla says, stepping up to her wife, rubbing her hard stomach.

Leander's eyes widen as he looks at the hellhound and her hybrid wife.

"You have a mate? I'm surprised she hasn't run for the hills once she saw what you really look like." Leander grunts, sizing Kayla up.

"People actually like me, dad. It's not hard to believe." Malia says, rolling her eyes.

"I'm sure." Leander says, narrowing his eyes.

I glance at Malia as she looks everywhere but her dad's face, a dazed look in her eyes.

"Dad, I swear it was Remus that made the rock fall on Zeus head!!" A young Cassandra says, hanging on her dad's back.

"I'm sure." Leander grunts, lifting her higher on his back.

The pair walk across the fields of golden wheat, the Olympic sun shining down on them.

"Where are we going, dad?" Cassandra wonders, lavender colored eyes looking around the field.

"We're almost there." He says, frowning at the thing he's been ordered to do.

They come to a stop in the middle of the field, and a wide circle has been cut into the wheat.

He let's his daughter down and steps back, partially covered by the tall grass.

"Dad?" She says, reaching for him, her feet not moving forward.

"Cassandra Malia, the Mischief Titan. You have been a busy girl. Creating chaos everywhere you go." Zeus says, stepping into the open field, staring the young Titan down.