Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 199

Eve

The deafening silence that followed was louder than anything else I had ever heard. My knees threatened to give way beneath me, but I clenched my fists to ground myself and not falter.

Her eyes were like lasers—wholly focused on me, burning my skin with the intensity in their depths.

The moment was broken when she took a menacing step forward, the clicking of her heels permeating the tense air.

"You want power, girl?" She hissed the question, smirking, her fang glinting in the light.

I felt my stomach clench painfully at the obvious intimidation.

"Fear and uncertainty are what she wants to incite. Your biggest mistake is letting her succeed." Rhea’s words blew through my mind like a calming but grounding breeze.

I let the silence stretch until she narrowed her eyes into slits.

"You are afraid."

She blinked before her face contorted into an expression of anger. "Of you?"

I smiled, Rhea watching through my eyes, alert and assessing.

"Of course not. You are afraid of what happens when you no longer matter."

Her eye twitched, irises glinting red as her wolf surfaced. "Watch it, mutt!" she growled.

"All you ever do is growl," I murmured.

Felicia stiffened. Her breath hitched—just barely—but I caught it.

The silence stretched, thick and suffocating, as her wolf pulsed beneath her skin, desperate to lash out. I could feel it—the barely restrained violence thrumming in the air between us, coiling around her like a storm waiting to break.

Her nostrils flared. "Careful," she warned, voice taut. "You forget who you’re speaking to."

I tilted my head, watching her, unblinking. "Do I?" Find your next read at freewebnovel

Her fingers twitched—a tell. She wanted me to flinch, to fold beneath the weight of her authority, but I stood my ground.

She wasn’t used to that.

Felicia’s lips curled. "You think you’re something special?" she sneered. "That just because he claims you as his, you belong here?"

I didn’t answer.

"He would have never chosen you," she spat. "He would have never looked your way if your father’s beast had not killed my sister, his fucking pregnant wife."

Another fear—another reason for guilt and despair—was dragged to the forefront with her words. I fought a shudder. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

"Felicia..." Hades snarled, suddenly stepping between me and her. "Don’t you—"

Her expression fell before she let out a mirthless chuckle. "Tell me, Hades, if you could bring back Danielle by killing the mutt, what would you choose?"

I expected him to go still and contemplate. But Hades simply... laughed.

Not a soft chuckle. Not a scoff. A deep, rich, almost amused sound that sent a slow chill down my spine.

Felicia faltered—just for a second.

Hades tilted his head, silver eyes gleaming with something unreadable. "Felicia," he murmured, his voice a velvet caress over a blade. "You’re making the mistake of assuming I still entertain ’ifs.’"

His amusement vanished in an instant, replaced by something darker—something final.

Felicia took a small step back but caught herself, schooling her face into a mask of indifference. "You didn’t answer the question," she pressed, voice almost too steady.

Hades exhaled slowly, his fingers flexing at his sides before he turned to me.

I braced myself for hesitation, for the smallest sign that her words had cut him.

But he didn’t hesitate.

Instead, he lifted a hand, his knuckles brushing against my jaw—soft, reverent.

When he spoke, it wasn’t to Felicia.

It was to me.

"There is no choice to make." His voice was steady. Certain. Unshakable.

Felicia’s breath hitched. The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.

Then—she laughed again. Short. Bitter.

But there was something in her eyes now. Something raw.

"Liar," she whispered the word like a curse. "Her body is not even cold yet. She is still as warm as the day your child was ripped out of her."