Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 196

Eve

Hades’ breath was warm against my temple, but his words were ice. Cutting. Peeling me apart layer by layer.

"The nightmares," he murmured, his lips brushing my skin as if to soften the blow. "They aren’t just memories. They’re echoes, aren’t they? The past replaying itself over and over in your mind, trapping you there every time you close your eyes."

A shudder ripped through me, violent and uncontrollable. My hands clenched into fists, nails biting into my palms. The air in the room thickened, pressing down on me.

Hades felt it. He felt me. And he did not stop.

"I remember when we first met, you flinched a lot even before you realized who i was. Your eyes were darting around the room," he continued, his voice dropping lower. "You were afraid."

I gasped, my body jerking beneath him as a sharp, blinding memory tore through me.

The cold bite of metal restraints around my ankle.

A rough hand grabbed my jaw, forcing me to look up.

The sting of something slicing my skin, followed by the laughter of a gamma.

Rhea buckled inside me, a whimper vibrating through my bones. She felt it too. The pain echoed in our shared vessel.

Hades’ grip tightened—not cruelly.

"You always check for exits," he pressed, his breath measured, his touch firm but reverent. "Every room, every space, even in places where you should feel safe." His fingers brushed over my pulse point, feeling it hammer beneath my skin. "Because there was a time when you had none."

I couldn’t breathe. I never even noticed I did that.

A thick, choking darkness clawed at the edges of my mind.

The cell had no windows.

No doors I could open. No way out.

Hades was still speaking, still weaving his way through my fractures.

"And the blood…" His voice faltered just slightly. "It terrifies you. Not just because you’ve seen it spill. But because you’ve drowned in it."

A cry wrenched from my throat, raw and broken.

Flashes of red filled my vision.

The scent. The taste.

The feeling of it drying on my skin, soaking into the stone beneath me, no matter how much I tried to scrub it away.

The screams, the anguished faces that I could never seem to place. The stickiness on my hands. There were memories that remained disembodied till today.

The dreams that seemed to evade me, slivers of them remaining with me when I woke up but not enough to paint a full picture, but maybe it was for the best. Maybe my mind was still trying to protect me.

Yet, it was all too much, the way he spoke the truth that had been buried into the air around us.

I thrashed against him, desperate to escape the suffocating tide of memories, but Hades only held me closer.

"Eve." His voice was no longer cold, no longer demanding.

It was gentle.

Steady.

Real.

He pressed his forehead to mine, his breath mingling with mine, grounding me. "You are safe.

I whimpered, my body shaking uncontrollably. "I-I can’t," I choked out.

Blood.

Screams.

"Don’t hurt my baby!" A desperate voice suddenly resonated in my head, my skull buzzing.

This was new.

"Please, my baby!" The same voice.

Then the flashes began, horrid after horrid image of new memories that I had never known existed in the dark crevices of my fractured mind.

I was unraveling.

The images wouldn’t stop.

They crashed into me, one after another—scattered bodies, the glint of fire reflecting off broken glass, the metallic scent of blood mixing with burning oil. And then—the voice.

"Please, my baby!"

My breath hitched violently, the desperation in the words clawing into me. I felt my head splitting, like something had been locked away for so long that forcing it open was fracturing me from the inside out.

I trembled beneath Hades, my body barely holding itself together. My hands clutched at his shoulders as if he were the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.

But he was still talking. Still unearthing truths I wasn’t ready to face.

"You have to remember," Rhea’s voice wove through my mind, soft but insistent. "Even if it is hard, dear."

I choked on a sob, my chest heaving as I shook my head furiously. "No," I gasped. "No more."

But Hades wasn’t stopping. His voice was calm, steady, unraveling everything.

"You never sleep on the bed unless you have no choice."

I flinched, my fingers twitching against his skin.

"Because for years, there wasn’t one."

I couldn’t breathe.

He continued, his voice lowering. "You used to freeze when someone raises their voice. Even when it’s not directed at you. Because you learned that shouting always came before pain. You tried to hide it with defiance but i saw it, Eve."

The room spun violently.

I clapped my hands over my ears, squeezing my eyes shut as I rocked beneath him. "Stop," I whispered.

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But he didn’t.

"You were thin when i brought you here, pale, barely eating not because you’re not hungry, but because someone once controlled when you were allowed to."

A sharp cry tore from my throat. The phantom sensation of gnawing hunger, of waiting for the little food I was always offered.

The walls inside me cracked.