Ares: His Warrior by E. Adamson

Ares
I may be the god of war, but I get no respect from anyone. The gods and goddesses all consider me nothing more than a whiny child. I’m tired of the disrespect I’ve lived with my entire miserable life. It doesn’t help, that lately I feel as if something is missing, or maybe someone.
I have watched how happy Hades is with his mortal woman and I crave that happiness for myself. I see how finding a woman of his own has changed him and I want that for myself.
I want a woman who looks at me like I hung the moon and the stars. Someone who can look past my childish pouts and my bloodthirsty ways. A woman who will chase away the loneliness that long centuries of living has left behind. A warrior woman who will stand strong beside me through everything.
Can I find that? Is there a woman out there somewhere just for me? I don’t have any answers to that, yet.
Right now, I’m just a biker in the Steel Chariots, MC, and living in the mortal realm, but it’s only temporary. However, if the fates bless me with a woman, she will be anything but temporary, she will be mine, permanently.