Hades thought he was too good and superior to spare his attention on these low life werewolves and their mates. But they have some very good food, so as he slurped on the pasta, he found himself glaring at his name-sake brothers and their mates. He was huffing and snorting in anger, but that didn't stop him from moaning as the overwhelming flavors would burst in his mouth, his tastebuds relishing as he languidly chewed on it. God, at this rate he would have an o****m because of food. Shall he call it foodgasm?
"You've some bad sense of fashion.", He commented to the Alpha King's beta, his gaze lazily yet curiously running down the man's body before his lips turned down in a frown. "Very bad sense of fashion.", He scoffed and although Damon was offended, he didn't show it on his face.
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