Most people knew Zeus as a man of lightning-fast deals and thunderous boardroom victories. But behind the marble walls of his estate, he wasn’t a titan of industry.

He was Dad.

To the outside world, his children were brilliant, reckless, and far too independent for their own good. To Zeus, they were still the kids he carried home wrapped in blankets, the ones he raised with his wife and brothers when the world had failed them.

And gods help the world if it ever failed them again.

Because Zeus had one rule: No one hurts my children.

Not without facing a storm