Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 173

Hades

You could have heard a pin drop from thru bearable weight of the silence at the round table. The expression of every Governor and ambassador was the same: shock.

I glanced at Montegue, gauging his reaction to the news. He was as pale as parchment, his eyes distance and his knuckles white. This news would hit him the hardest. It was yet another betrayal.

Surprising, Gallinti, spoke up first, the youngest at the round table seemed to break from his haze of astonishment and cleared his throat. "The werewolf princess is your mate?"

"Yes, Ellen Valmont is my mate," I reiterated.

His eyes widened, his brows bunching. "A Lycan and a werewolf," he muttered. "This is... unprecedented."

"Unprecedented is too tame a term for this," Governor Silas bellowed, pushing back his chair as he shot to his feet. "This is an abomination!"

The word cracked like a whip through the chamber. The tension thickened, pressing in like a suffocating weight.

"This has to be a mistake," Ambassador Morrison interjected, his voice less loud but no less vehement. He leaned forward, his gray eyes narrowed with suspicion. "A Lycan and a werewolf have never bonded in recorded history. The bloodlines have always repelled one another. Even an attempt at a union would result in violent rejection. Your very nature should make this impossible."

Silas seized on that. "Exactly! This is unnatural. Forbidden. There’s no telling what this could mean for the stability of our people. If Lycans and werewolves begin to—"

"It is not a mistake," I interrupted, my voice cutting through the rising furor like a blade. "This is not some misalignment of fate. It is the result of an anomaly—two, to be precise."

Another beat of silence. Then, Gallinti leaned forward, his sharp eyes gleaming with renewed interest. "An anomaly?"

I nodded. "The Vassir’s Vein within me. The Fenrir’s Marker within Ellen." I let the weight of those words settle before continuing. "These two anomalies—their nature, their essence—have bonded. It is a rare, perhaps even unique, case of absolute compatibility."

A gasp rippled through the table. Even Morrison, ever composed, seemed shaken by the implications.

Silas, however, remained unconvinced. His eyes blazed with defiance, his hands braced against the table as if the very foundation beneath him had begun to crumble. "A ’rare compatibility’ does not change the fact that this should not be possible. This—" he gestured sharply, almost accusingly "—is dangerous. Do you have any idea what that could mean?"

Before I could answer, another voice entered the fray.

Kael.

My Beta’s presence had been silent until now, his green eyes calculating as he listened. But now he leaned forward, his tone firm. "It means," he said, addressing the table with a level of conviction that quieted even Silas’s anger, "that we finally have the means to unlock the full potential of Ellen’s Fenrir’s Marker."

Silas let out a derisive scoff. "And that is supposed to reassure me?"

Kael ignored him and turned to me instead. "We’ve discussed this before. Ellen’s wolf—her true power—has remained dormant because her bloodline was severed, incomplete. But a mate-bond with you, Hades, with your Vassir’s Vein, will act as the catalyst to draw out her wolf. It will mature the Fenrir’s Marker."

His words settled over the council like the final piece of an unfinished puzzle.

Gallinti exhaled sharply. "So you’re saying… this bond isn’t just some anomaly or accident. It’s necessary."

Kael nodded. "If we are to survive what’s coming, then yes."

Another heavy silence.

Morrison leaned back in his chair, his expression unreadable, though I could see the gears turning in his mind. Gallinti, ever the strategist, had already begun to analyze the implications. But Silas—Silas’s hands curled into fists, his rage barely leashed.

I met his gaze, unflinching. "You can call it unnatural, an abomination, a mistake. But the truth remains—Ellen Valmont is my mate. And there is no force in this world or the next that will change that."

His nostrils flared, but he said nothing.

They all knew what it meant.

This was what we needed no matter how stubborn they wanted to be this was what we needed.

"So you will mark her as your mate," Came Montegue’s voice.

The whole table went still, all eyes turning to him.

He looked to have aged another decade in the span of a few seconds. The table went silent and for the first time, it was not shock or ire on everyone’s faces, it was sympathy.

Everyone knew that my dead mate, Danielle was his princess. His most loved daughter. He used to be a high handed man, with a consistently dark expression, unless Danielle was in his vicinity, she was his light as much as she had been mine.

Ellen was the daughter of the man who ripped her away from him. A lump formed in my throat.

His eyes were hollow, haunted, he looked sick as he stared at me, his expression grave. There was no hatred on his face as they had been since the day that Danielle died. Only despair..

And now, I would mark the daughter of her murderer.

The ache in my throat deepened, but I forced myself to meet his gaze. He deserved that much.

"Yes," I said, my voice rougher than I intended. "I will mark her."

Montegue swallowed, his throat working visibly, though no words came for a long, agonizing moment. The war waging in his eyes was stark, a battlefield of grief and duty, past and present. I could see the ghosts haunting him, see the weight of his loss pressing against his soul, demanding that he reject this—to call me a traitor, to see this bond as yet another knife buried in his back.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he turned his gaze to the rest of the table, shoulders squared, voice steady despite the turmoil he barely kept at bay.

"He must do what he must," he said, the words carrying an unexpected finality, "for the sake of Obsidian."

The room collectively exhaled, as if they had been bracing for an explosion that never came. Even Silas, who had been poised to argue, hesitated, thrown off course.

Montegue continued, his voice gaining strength. "This bond… as unnatural as it may seem, as much as it may wound me to accept it, is the key to ending this futile bloodshed that has lasted centuries. If Ellen Valmont is truly the key to awakening the Fenrir’s Marker, and if Hades is the only one who can unlock it, then we have no choice but to see this through."

Silas slammed a fist on the table. "You would just accept this? Montegue, this is—"

"This is war," Montegue cut him off sharply. His eyes burned with something else now, something colder, deadlier. "And I will see it ended. I will see Darius run into the ground for what he has done to my family—to our people."

The air thickened, heavy with the weight of his words.