Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 171

Hades

"You are such a dick, Cain," I snarled at him through the screen, my voice lowered so that Ellen would not stir. It wasn’t as if she could wake up so easily after the hectic day and the Deltas’ healing.

"Such crass words from the regal king of the Obsidian Pack," he tutted. "What would Mother say?"

"Cut the crap," I snapped, my voice low and venomous. "Crossing the line and interfering in my territory was bad enough, Cain. But touching what’s mine?" My grip on the desk tightened, the wood creaking under the pressure. "That was your first mistake. Making it personal was your last."

Cain leaned back in his chair, the smirk on his face visible even through the screen. "What’s mine, you say? How territorial of you, Hades. I didn’t realize the great king had gone soft, claiming little pets now. Forget what Mother would think—let’s talk about Danielle and the child that the Princess’ father’s beast ripped out of her."

A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed the urge to touch the earring dangling from my ear. Ellen’s scent still encroached on my senses despite her no longer being in my arms. But I refused to falter. Like every other Lycan, Cain craved the weakness of his opponent. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

"Don’t test me, Cain," I growled, my patience hanging by a thread. The shadows in the room deepened, responding to the rising anger in my tone. "You and I both know the rules. We both know where we stand. Yet you should do well to remember we stand on the same side in the grand scheme of things. I will make you regret it, Cain, if you stand in my way."

Cain chuckled darkly, his expression unbothered by my warning. "Regret? Hardly. If anything, I’m curious. Curious about the little thing that has you so worked up. Must be something special to get under your skin like this. The fact that it took her only two months to tell you someone was warning her to escape? You’ve done well."

My nails dug into the desk as the surge of power pulsed through me, begging for release. But I couldn’t let it take control. Not yet. "Stay the hell away from her. This is your final warning."

His grin widened. "I get another warning?" His brows shot up. "You are really going soft, Lucy."

I gritted my teeth at the long-forgotten nickname. "Cain," I growled in warning.

"She is changing you," he remarked, an unknown emotion leaching into his voice. "I can almost recognize you again—that eight-year-old boy who used to try and pull me out of the shadows. The only one who deemed me worthy of a smile. Mother’s golden pup. The one who hadn’t yet learned to bury his heart beneath layers of steel and Vassir’s Vein." Cain’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second, and I caught it—a glimpse of the brother I once knew before our lives became a web of blood, betrayal, and vengeance.

"That boy is dead," I said coldly. "And if you think I’ve grown soft, then you’re either delusional or suicidal. I’ll ask you one last time, Cain. Stay. Away. From her."