Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 391

Chapter 391: Eugenics By A Tyrant

Hades

You could’ve heard a mouse sneeze with the way silence engulfed the space in an instant.

I heard her, but my mind refused to associate her confession with the woman I saw before me. It felt like an impossibility, staring at this utterly scarred woman in faded clothes that hung over her thin frame. Her skin was sallow, obviously deprived of sunlight. And then there was the man she claimed to be mother to.

A Beta in Darius’ court. A man whose pride shone in the infuriatingly graceful way he carried himself. The only time I’d seen him, he was clad in a pristine high-rank uniform, always one step behind Darius.

They looked worlds apart. Yet, I had detected the familiarity in the light brown of her eyes, the same ones I’d wanted to gouge out each time he dared so much as glance at Eve.

Cain crossed his arms over his chest, regarding her in a new light. "So, you’re related to the tyrant’s dog. You birthed the monster."

Maera winced like she’d been scalded. "Yes," she replied. "He killed his father for not joining, as he put it, the Revolution."

Another silence settled over the room. Heavy and suffocating. Tension coiled like a cobra, and no one spoke for a while.

"My condolences," I muttered, genuinely. The pain bleeding from her could not be feigned. Not when the agony seemed wedged so deep, the commander caved into herself like she’d been punched in the gut.

My hands twitched at my sides.

"I’m sorry for your loss," Cain echoed. "But would you be so kind as to elaborate on the ’Revolution’ part?"

Dread flickered in her gaze. She looked ready to double over and vomit.

"According to my so—" Her words caught. "James... he said it’s a cleansing. He says the werewolf race has gone weak, especially compared to hal..."

She hesitated.

"Half-bloods. Hybrids. It doesn’t matter what they choose to call us," Cain said, brushing off her caution. "Impure, tainted ones. The last thing I give is a fuck. So, you may continue."

Her face hardened, lips pressing into a thin line. "The centuries have made us too soft for his standard. Our wolves are not as strong or adaptive as they once were. There’s been a rise in omegas and rut over the past decade. According to him, they are dragging down his great pack." She spoke with barely any feeling. "That’s why he made conscription mandatory. I always thought they were cannon fodder for a war that would end in stalemate. But it turned out to be population control. The weak wolves would perish. The strong who survived never went back home."

It wasn’t one race against another. It was eugenics.

"They’re made to join his Gammas," I supplied. "Only the best for his army. The best for his pack."

But who was I to talk? At least he still wanted some to survive. I wanted none once I was done.

Maera bowed her head in shame.

"And if they refuse?" Cain asked. His voice was light, almost amused, but the edge beneath was sharp. "Because rejecting tyrants is like breaking up with an obsessive, psychotic ex. Just when you think things couldn’t get any worse, they prove you very wrong."

Maera paled like Cain had hit the nail on the head. I was sure he had. She glanced at Sage, who was still alert and listening.

"My queen," she called. Sage turned to her and spread her arms.

Sage allowed Maera to carry her. And suddenly, the ’queen’ looked her age.

"I need your help."

"Anything."

"Go check on the Alpha’s Beta. He’ll need someone there when he wakes up. He might panic and hurt himself. We can’t have that, can we?"

She shook her head. Maera placed her back on the ground. We watched the little girl turn and walk off without looking back once. I could clearly see she carried duty and responsibility on her tiny shoulders.

Her childhood wasn’t fading away. It was already gone.

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