Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 132

Hades

"Ellen?" Kael asked.

But I was already at the door of the room.

"Yes, Ellen. She is thirty minutes late." She had never been even a minute late before—even when I had her clothes discarded without her knowing.

I walked through the hall, Kael on my tail. As I made my way down to our room, my mind had already begun to make up scenarios.

Had it been another bomb? My stomach flipped. But there had been no alerts.

Another damn kidnapping. Had I not been clear enough with the Montegue? Maybe I should have had more than just three of their wineries burnt down.

I stalked down the corridor, the walls narrowing with each step as tension coiled around my spine. My senses sharpened, pulling in every sound, every flicker of movement.

But there was nothing.

She was not coming.

Kael’s footsteps echoed behind me. He knew better than to speak right away, but I could feel his gaze burning into my back.

My nails scraped against the wall as I passed, already half-shifted into claws. I clenched my fists, but the transformation didn’t recede. My teeth ached—fangs pushing through too quickly, too violently, until I could taste iron on my tongue.

"Hades," Kael’s voice was a low warning behind me.

I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

I could hear my own pulse roaring in my ears, drowning out everything else. I did not take the elevator. I sped up the stairs, and within seconds I was on our floor.

My eyes flickered toward our bedroom door at the end of the hall.

The air felt wrong.

I felt it.

I was not alone in this.

Cerberus bristled because he felt it too. He sniffed the air, taking in and assessing the scent like a hound dog.

Her scent was the first thing that hit me—but there was something else unmistakable even through the door. But all I caught was a faint trace, like a fading echo.

My vision blurred with crimson.

The door cracked off its hinges as I stormed inside, the splinters flying as if hurled by the force of my rage.

The scene hit me like a punch to the gut.

Ellen lay curled on the floor, gripping something tightly. Her chest rose and fell faintly, but her lips were parted as if struggling to catch her breath.

Kneeling over her, her ear hovering above Ellen’s mouth was a woman—Jules. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}

She gasped when she saw me, her wide eyes locking onto mine for half a second—enough for her to understand.

In the next breath, I had her by the throat.

A choked sound tore from her throat as her feet dangled inches above the ground.

"Get away from my wife!" I roared, the words cutting through the tension like a blade.

She clawed at my wrist, desperate, nails scraping against my skin but leaving no mark. I barely felt her struggle.

"Hades—Hades, wait!" Kael’s voice barely pierced through the fog in my mind, but I didn’t let go.

Cerberus raged beneath my skin. His snarl was a second heartbeat, thudding louder than my own pulse.

I tightened my grip. Her heart stammered against my palm, fragile and weak.