Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 131

Eve

When I woke up, of course Hades was already out of bed. It had clocked thirty minutes after five. I threw off the covers and retreated to the bathroom to bath. After about fifteen minutes I was out and already rummaging through the cloths in the cupboard for my workout clothes.

I finally let out a breath when I found them exactly where I had them kept. Ever since Hades prank during our first session, I had always feared he would do it again and I would end up late so that he could penalize me.

I reached for my shoes beneath only to touch a box. I reached down for the item and picked it up, confused. I didn’t remember this being there yesterday night.

I spared a glance at the clock to see that I still had ten minutes left before the session began. I crouched down and pulled open the lid of the plain box.

My breath caught and for a moment I lacked the comprehension of both time and space as I stared down at the content in the box.

I dared touch it, and softeness alone took me back to my childhood.

The memory unfurled like an old, familiar dream—soft at the edges but piercing at the center.

I could still see it. The onesie.

It had been the softest, fluffiest thing I had ever touched, as if clouds and magic had been stitched together just for us. Twirls of purple, pink, and yellow blended into a seamless swirl of color, with a rainbow tail trailing behind and a gold horn shimmering proudly at the front.

Ellen had squealed the moment we opened the box, hugging the onesie like it was the rarest treasure in the world.

"I’m a uniform!" she had declared, pulling it on and wriggling happily inside the warm fabric. "I have a rainbow tail!" She shook her hips for emphasis, giggling as the tail swung behind her.

I wasn’t far behind, tugging my own over my head.

"I’m a unicorn too!" I said, stomping my feet to feel the plush fabric against the floor.

"No, Eve!" Ellen laughed, shaking her head with that dramatic flair only she could pull off. "You have to say ’uniform.’"

"Uniform," I repeated, grinning. She always mispronounced it.

And that’s when we made the vow.

We had stood facing each other, solemn as could be for two girls wrapped in ridiculous onesies, the living light casting a golden glow around us as the adults watched.

"We can’t ever take them off," Ellen had said, sticking out her pinky. "We’re two uniforms forever."

"Forever," I promised, sealing the deal with my pinky against hers.

But that wasn’t enough for Ellen.

"Wait!" She twisted around, flipping her tail toward me. "Uniforms don’t shake hands. They do this."

She rubbed her rainbow tail against mine, making a soft swishing sound. Then she dipped her head forward until the tips of our horns touched with a faint bop.

I burst out laughing. "That’s the weirdest handshake ever."

Ellen grinned. "No no, it’s perfect."

And it had been.

Until she betrayed me.

The warmth of the memory shattered, leaving behind a hollow ache in my chest. I stared down at the unicorn onesie in the box, its colors still bright, but the fabric thinner from age.

My fingers brushed over the soft horn, and suddenly, the weight of it crushed me.

"She took it off," I whispered to no one.

I had kept my promise. I wore mine until it barely fit, until the seams stretched and the tail frayed. But Ellen…

But broke the promise we made long before it stopped fitting her unlike me.

I did not understand back then but now I did. She had suddenly called it childish but maybe she had started to hate me even by then and I had been oblivious.

Tears welled in my eyes, blurring the edges of the golden horn as I hugged the onesie to my chest. It smelled faintly of lavender and dust— but maybe I was just imagining the fragile traces of a sister who had slipped through my fingers like smoke.

"You weren’t supposed to leave me," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You weren’t supposed to take it off. You pro-promised me."

I pressed my face into the softness, as if I could find Ellen there, as if I could rewind the years and make her stay and stop her from changing to the monster that would stab me in the back.

But no amount of tears would change the truth.

She had taken it off.

And I had been left behind, wearing my onesie alone. I knew I was forgetting something but I did not know for the life of me what the thing was because soon I lay on the floor, my knees to chest sobbing, holding the onesie as if it could mend my broken heart.

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Hades

My eyes scanned the words on the report again, my migraine growing more insistent.

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Lunar Synchronization Index Report

Subject 1: Hades Stravos(Lycan, Obsidian Pack)

Subject 2: Ellen Valmont (Werewolf, Silverpine)

No definitive markers indicating mate alignment were detected. Standard indicators of fated pair bonding, such as lunar-linked neural resonance and shared pheromonal patterns, did not register during testing. _{freeweɓnøvel.com}