Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 94

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Eve

Kael caught me right on time before I fell flat on my face. His hands were light as my face flushed with embarrassment.

"Maybe I am a drunk swan after all," I said in a small voice.

"A drunk swan but a swan all the same," he said in a dramatic voice.

I could do nothing but look back at him and we both burst into laughter. He let me go and I resumed the stance that he had taught me.

Kael took a step back, his arms crossed, a satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. "You’re getting there, Red. One day, you might even give me a run for my money. Might."

I rolled my eyes, adjusting my footing just as he’d shown me. "You mean the day you get old and slow?"

He chuckled, the sound warm and unguarded. "Careful, or I’ll make you run laps until sunrise."

I groaned dramatically, earning another laugh from him. Despite the teasing, Kael’s patience and encouragement were a balm to the insecurities I’d carried into this endeavour. He wasn’t condescending, nor did he push me beyond what I could handle. He let me struggle, let me learn, but was always there to catch me before I hit the ground—literally.

"Alright," he said, stepping forward and dropping into a defensive stance. "Let’s try it again. This time, don’t think. Just move."

"Easier said than done," I muttered, but I squared my shoulders and readied myself. Kael was right, of course. Overthinking had always been my downfall, whether it was in training, making decisions, or… dealing with Hades.

Hades.

The thought of him sent a shiver down my spine, though I wasn’t sure if it was from frustration, fear, or something deeper I didn’t dare to name. I could almost feel his presence, the weight of his gaze, the tension that always seemed to follow him like a shadow. He had forbidden me from training, from learning to fight, as though I were some fragile ornament to be kept behind glass. And maybe once, I’d believed that too. But not anymore.

Kael lunged without warning, snapping me out of my thoughts. I dodged clumsily, my instincts taking over as I tried to counter. My movements were messy but purposeful, a reflection of the stubborn determination that had driven me here in the first place. Kael nodded approvingly, his grin widening.

"Better. Again."

We continued for what felt like hours, each round pushing me further, testing my limits. My muscles burned, my breath came in short gasps, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. Every stumble, every misstep only fueled me. I would prove to Hades—and to myself—that I was more than the woman he thought he needed to protect.

Kael stepped closer, his hands brushing mine as he adjusted my grip. "You’ve got this, Red. Just keep your weight balanced—there, like that."

I nodded, my focus narrowing to the task at hand. For the first time in a long while, I felt strong. Capable. Free.

But the moment shattered like glass when the door to the training ring slammed open, the force of it reverberating through the space. Kael and I both froze, turning toward the sound.

Hades stood in the doorway, his expression a storm of fury and restraint. His presence was a tangible force, the air crackling with the barely contained power of the Lycan king. His wolf burned in his eyes, crimson, like glowing blood, the creature’s rage mirrored in the sharp line of his jaw and the tension in his frame.

Kael straightened, his casual demeanour slipping away as he met Hades’s gaze.

"Your Majesty," I said evenly, though there was a slight edge to my voice—a challenge, subtle underneath the bundle of nerves.

Hades didn’t reply. His focus was solely on Kael, his eyes dark and unreadable. I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I took an instinctive forward

"Leave us," Hades said, his voice low but commanding. The words hung heavy in the air, leaving no room for argument. The bruises on Kael’s neck flashed in my mind and kept my feet glued to the floor.

"No," I said. "I am not going anywhere." I told him.

"Ellen..." Kael muttered. "You should---" _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

I stood directly in front of him, between him and Hades, shielding him. "If you have a problem, your majesty. It is with me." I ground out.

Hades’ eyes widened before they fell on me. "This is your last chance, Red," he drawled. The intensity enough to slap the air out of my lungs.

I shrugged. "It won’t be the first time. But you will not touch a single hair on Kael’s head."

His gaze narrowed, he took a step towards me. "And if I do?" The threat was heavy in his low tone.

A shiver ran down my spine. That was his beta but it seemed like he lacked too much respect or morality to see him other than a rival or a threat. My jaw tightened, and I held my ground, even as his imposing figure closed the distance between us.

"If you do," I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, "then you lose me. I have checked out of this messed up shit we call a marriage of convenience a while ago but if you hurt him again, there will be nothing left to salvage. I’ll walk away, Hades. Not just from you, but from all of this." My words were a dangerous gamble, one I wasn’t entirely sure I could back up. But I needed him to hear me, to see me as more than just his disobedient prisoner wife.

I stared him down, the words hanging in the air between us like a blade poised to strike. Hades didn’t flinch, his crimson eyes boring into mine with an intensity that made my knees weak, though I refused to show it.

"You won’t leave," he said, his voice low and unyielding, a dangerous promise in the undercurrent. He took another step forward, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off him. "You can’t leave, Ellen. We both know that."

My breath hitched, but I steeled myself, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing my fear. "You’re right," I said, my voice sharper than I intended. "I can’t leave. But that doesn’t mean I’ll stand by while you act like a tyrant. You don’t own me, Hades, no matter how much you want to believe it."

His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened further. The wolf within him stirred, an almost tangible presence pressing against my skin. "You are mine," he growled, the words rumbling deep in his chest. " My wife. Whether you like it or not."

I scoffed, though my heart hammered in my chest. "You don’t treat me like a wife, Hades. You treat me like property. Like a prisoner." Because they were what I was but it did not mean I would not try to break out of my cell. "Don’t touch Kael, Your majesty."

His hand shot out, gripping my chin gently but firmly, tilting my face up to meet his. The move was so sudden, so commanding, that I forgot to breathe. "Kael," he spat his betas name with so much venom that my stomach lurched. "Why Kael?"

I blinked up at him like he had grown a second head. Was he serious? I pulled away from his grasp only for him to grab me again, harsher this time.

"Tell me, Red," he demanded. "Why him?" His wolf’s crimson grew more intense. He was not letting go without an answer.

"Because he took a chance on me!" I blurted. "He did not see me as nothing but a fucking weakness." I tossed his words right back at him with as much poison. "To him I am not a whimpering distraction. He sees something that your ego refuses to let you see," I finished, my voice trembling with the force of my anger. "Kael sees my strength, Hades. He believes I’m worth more than a pawn in your twisted game of control."

He flinched like I had struck him.