Under the Moonlight

Under the Moonlight

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Last published Thu, May 21, 2026

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He had always been the ugly god of the Greek Pantheon. Prosthetic, scars, burns and a noticeable limp. No woman would ever willingly want him. Hephaestus knew that, and he believed it. Until she came along. Viporia, daughter of Nyx and the primordial nymph of the forest nights. Gorgeous, well liked and worshiped by all who meet her. The kind of woman who would never give a man like him the time of day. But he is wrong. Viporia wants to give him more than just her time. She wants him, and under the cover of night, she hunts him. And she will get him. And she is willing to test century old insecurities to get what she wants.

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