Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 248

Eve

My eyes snapped open to blinding light.

I gasped—air rushing into my lungs like fire. My limbs jerked, trying to move, to defend, to run—

But I couldn't.

Restraints.

Cold, metallic, and unyielding.

Panic surged.

I thrashed, the edges of the slab biting into my skin. My voice caught in my throat—raw, strained, half-formed.

"H-Hello?" I rasped. "Where—?"

A voice answered.

Cold. Familiar. Devastating.

"You're awake."

I froze.

Hades.

I couldn't see him—yet I felt him. His presence pressed against me from beyond the sterile light above, suffocating in its intensity.

"I need to speak to you," I choked out. "There's something you need to know. Please, just listen—"

His voice cut through me like a blade.

"Were you the one that did it?"

I blinked. "What—?"

"Are you the beast of the night?"

Each word was like iron sinking into my chest.

I turned my head, slowly, painfully. My eyes adjusted.

And I saw them.

All of them.

Kael.

The Montegues.

Lucinda's mouth pressed into a hard line.

Montegue's gaze—like a loaded gun.

Felicia—shaking. Eyes wide with triumph and something darker.

And Hades. Standing at the center. Cold. Unreadable. A king.

A stranger.

My lips parted, trembling. "I... I—"

"Answer the question, Eve," Kael said quietly.

I looked at him. His face was blank. Closed off.

"I am the beast of the night," I confessed. "I was the one... responsible for the carnage of that night." I whispered. "But I didn't know who I was—I didn't know what I was. I didn't even know what I was capable of until—"

"So you admit it."

Felicia's voice rang out like a whip.

A beat of stunned silence followed.

Then she moved.

Faster than I could brace for, she surged forward, fury etched into every step.

"You monster!" she screamed. "You sick, lying monster! My sister! My family—!"

Her hand lifted, aiming for my face.

I flinched.

But the slap never landed.

A hand caught her wrist.

Hades.

His grip was like steel. His face unreadable. But the room stilled.

Everyone stared.

Even Felicia.

"Hades?" she whispered, confused.

"She doesn't answer to you," he said, voice like ice cracking beneath pressure. "She answers to me."

Felicia yanked her hand back as if burned.

I stared at him—heart pounding. Chest tight.

He wouldn't meet my eyes.

I swallowed the scream rising in my throat.

He'd stopped the slap.

But not the sentence.

And I didn't know which one hurt more.

The silence fractured like thin glass.

Montegue stepped forward, his voice cracking with tightly wound grief.

"She was my daughter… ripped away from me. Do you think this is justice, Your Majesty? Letting her confess and still shielding her?"

Lucinda's breath hitched, but she didn't speak. Her eyes shimmered with restrained tears.

Felicia, trembling, stood behind them, her hand pressed to her chest like she needed to hold in the scream still trapped in her throat.

"I know what I saw that night," Montegue went on, his voice rising. "I saw what she did. I have not been able to bury my daughter because I wanted justice. This—" he gestured toward me like I was filth, "this thing doesn't get protection."

My pulse thundered in my ears as the silence stretched—so sharp it could've sliced skin. _{fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓}