The plan is simple—find my mate, bond her, and ascend as the next king of gods.
I'm ready for this. Been preparing all my life. The world is mine, and nothing will stop me from fullfilling my destiny. Especially not a mortal female only meant as a means to my regaining my powers.
But Irine isn't what I expected, and neither is the bonding, and my plan may not be as simple as I always thought.
That changes nothing. I'm a freaking Olympian, and reality is my b*tch.