Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 106

Eve

I did not miss a beat. "You," I replied, praying that my voice kept stable. "You hurt me, just now." I lied. I gritted my teeth, fighting back the scream that wanted to launch out my mouth.

His eyes narrowed to slits. "You are lying," his voice was a low rumble that revibrated in my gut, turning my blood to ice. It was a voice that promised blood and retribution.

I rolled my eyes, sticking to the story. "Here you go again." I muttered, with an exasperated sigh. "You just hit me and you tell me that I am lying."

He took a step towards me, my body betraying my panic as I froze. "You must really take me for a fool." He ground out, his jaw flexing.

I caught myself and took a leisurely step back, acting like his suspicion did not rattle me in tht slightest. "You are really something." I mumbled as I tried to exit the ring, putting more distance between us.

But in a motion so fast that I almost could not comprehend it, he swallowed the distance between us. He trapped me in ...a cage of his own making, his arms braced against the ropes on either side of me. I had nowhere to go, the tension between us sharp enough to slice through steel.

"Let me out," I said evenly, forcing my voice to stay steady despite the throbbing in my shoulder. "We’re done here."

"Not until you tell me the truth," Hades growled, his eyes boring into mine. "What are you hiding, Red?"

I met his glare head-on, refusing to flinch. "I’m not hiding anything," I said, my tone laced with irritation. "You hit me, it hurts. End of story."

His gaze dipped to my shoulder, lingering on the way I cradled it, my fingers trembling despite my best efforts to stay composed. "That is not true," he said, his voice dangerously calm. "I know that for a fact."

"No one," I snapped, attempting to duck under his arm. His body moved like a shadow, blocking my escape effortlessly.

"Red," he said, his voice low and menacing, sending a shiver down my spine. "Don’t make me drag the truth out of you. You won’t like how I do it."

The threat hung heavy in the air, and for a moment, I faltered. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, but I couldn’t let him find out—not about Jules, not about the cameras.

"I already told you," I bit out, summoning every ounce of defiance I had. "I’m fine. You hit me, and I’ll get over it."

Hades leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear. "You’re a terrible liar, little wolf. You forget who I am. I will find out."

A spark of anger flared in me, giving me the courage to push back. "Then go ahead," I challenged, straightening despite the agony radiating from my shoulder. "Investigate. Stalk me. Interrogate me."

His jaw worked as he glanced from my injured shoulder to my face, grey eyed darkened to almost black. "I won’t do that. You are hurt. I will simply check the security footage."

My heart did a flip in my chest but I kept my face straight. "Why can’t you just believe that you hurt me. You punched me and it hurt."

He ran his hand through his hair, frustration radiating off him in waves. "You’re not the type of woman to crumble from a punch," Hades bit out, his voice rough, filled with frustration that felt like it could shatter the air around us. His stormy gaze locked onto mine, the intensity almost unbearable. "You’re stubborn. Resilient. Fierce in a way that leaves others shaking in their boots. You’d march through fire, teeth bared, before admitting you’re in pain."

I blinked, startled, my defiance faltering under the weight of his words. His anger wasn’t just frustration—it was layered with something raw, something I wasn’t ready to name.

"You think I don’t notice?" he snapped, taking a step closer, his presence swallowing the space between us. "I’ve trained warriors, Red. Men and women who’ve faced death a hundred times over. And none of them have the endurance you do. You’ve got this maddening way of refusing to bend, refusing to break, no matter what gets thrown at you."

My breath hitched, the ache in my shoulder momentarily forgotten. His words weren’t just an accusation—they were a challenge.

"And that’s why this lie of yours pisses me off," he growled, his voice dropping to a dangerous low. His eyes bored into mine, cutting through every wall I’d built. "You think I can’t tell when you’re hiding something? You think I don’t notice every wince, every flicker of pain you try to mask? You think I don’t see how goddamn strong you are, even when you don’t want to be?"

I opened my mouth to retort, to deny it all, but the intensity in his voice—his words—struck deeper than I expected.

"You’ve got a fire in you," he continued, his tone darkening, his jaw tightening as he leaned in closer. "The kind that makes people stop and stare, whether you realize it or not. The kind that makes me push harder, because I know you can take it. And you’re going to stand there and tell me this pathetic excuse for a story, like I don’t know exactly what you’re capable of?"

My heart pounded, my chest tightening as the truth in his words hit me like a blow. I wanted to shrink under his gaze, but some stubborn part of me refused.