Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 195

Eve

My stomach plummeted.

A sharp, unnatural cold swept through me, sinking into my bones like creeping frost.

The warmth of his body, the weight of him above me—all of it vanished, swallowed by the crushing pressure of his words.

Tell me why she has red eyes like a Lycan.

My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath caught in my throat, choking me.

No.

No.

Hades felt my body tense beneath him, his eyes narrowing as he lifted his head, his grip tightening on my waist.

"Red?" His voice was softer now, questioning.

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

Because the truth was crawling up my spine like a phantom, an undeniable force pressing down on me, squeezing, suffocating.

The world around us blurred, but his voice came sharp, edged with something I couldn’t name.

"What are you hiding?"

I tried to move. To escape.

But he didn’t let me.

Hades caught my wrist in one swift, fluid motion, his fingers coiling around me like shackles.

"Red," he said again, this time harder, darker.

The weight of my secret pressed against my chest, threatening to crush me.

He couldn’t know.

He could never know.

Because if he did—if he understood what it meant—

I was already dead.

A tremor racked through me, and his silver eyes sharpened.

My breath hitched and immediately I began to pull away, but he locked me in place, pulling me back fully beneath him.

His eyes remained intense as he stared down at me, his expression on unreadable but piercing. "Red..." His voice was a painful caress, filling me with more dread. "You are not going anywhere until you tell me what exactly you are hiding," he swallowed thickly, the first sign that this was affecting him way more than he let on. "I have my suspicions but I want to hear it from your mouth." In a surprising gesture, he stroked by cheek with a thumb.

Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him wide-eyed, my tongue locking as I shook my head. The pressure against me was monumental. Every breath I took was a task.

His frown deepened even though his touch remained tender. "Tell me, my love." He whispered.

My heart lurched at what he had called me. It was all that I believed I ever wanted. Here I was, naked, beneath he man that I loved, skin to skin, as close as we possibly could, yet the schism remained, ever taunting and ever daunting. The secrets pressed against me, keeping me tongue tied as my tears continued to fall.

A sob choked me as I stared up at him, my lips parting, but no words would come.

I had held on to this secret like a lifeline, clawed and bled to keep it buried where no one—not even Hades—could reach.

But he was reaching now.

Digging into me, pulling apart the layers of lies and silence, demanding the truth that could tear us apart.

His touch was still gentle, but his grip was unrelenting.

"Red." His voice was soft, coaxing, but his eyes—those burning irises—were unreadable.

Waiting. Expecting.

I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "Don’t ask me this," I whispered, my voice breaking.

I couldn’t.

If I said it, it would become real.

Hades’ jaw clenched, his fingers sliding from my cheek to my throat—not squeezing, just holding. Feeling my pulse race beneath his palm.

"I already know, don’t I?" he murmured.

I gasped, my eyes flying open, panic tearing through me.

No. No, he couldn’t.

He couldn’t know.

But something in his gaze shifted, sharpened.

"I just need you to say it."

I trembled. Tears blurred my vision, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.

But I couldn’t say it. I wouldn’t.

His fingers tightened, not in anger, but as if anchoring me. Holding me in place before I could run.

"You’re shaking," he observed, his voice quiet but laced with something dark.

He knew.

Maybe he had known from the moment he saw her—the moment he saw Rhea’s eyes.

His gaze flickered over my face, searching, reading every emotion that crossed my features.

Then, his entire body tensed.

A breath. A stillness.

And finally—the words that shattered me.

"You were never just a wolf, were you?"

I broke.

A sob tore through me, raw and violent, my hands fisting against his chest as if I could push him away, push away the truth.

But Hades did not move.

He just watched me unravel beneath him.

And his silence was worse than anger.

His silence was understanding.

Acceptance.

And that was what truly destroyed me.

Because it meant there was no way out.

There is no way to pretend anymore.

A tremor rocked through my chest as I finally whispered, so quietly I barely heard it myself—

"No."

The single word cracked between us like thunder, final, and inescapable.

Hades exhaled, his eyes closing briefly, his thumb still tracing absently along my throat as if committing this moment to memory.

Then—he looked at me again.

"Tell me what you are, Red."

I shuddered, the weight of the moment pressing into my chest, pressing into my very bones.

"I don’t know," I admitted, my voice breaking, my tears slipping freely now. Was I Werewolf or Lycan? I never knew. How could I explain when it never made sense to me? How could I dismantle the house of lies that I had built?

His jaw ticked. "Then tell me what you do know."

I licked my lips, chest heaving.

What I knew?

And I knew—I knew what red eyes meant.

I knew what they assumed.

Something tainted. Corrupted. An abomination.

A lycan.

I let out a ragged breath, my fingers clutching his shoulders, grounding myself in him, in this last moment before I ruined everything.