Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 258

Eve

I tried not to flinch at his painful jab.

He droned on. "I already made sure and had your blood scanned. With what they call the Fenrir marker in your blood, you are indeed my pack's ticket to survival."

I blinked slowly, his words crawling like spiders beneath my skin.

His tone was too calm.

Too cold.

Like he wasn't talking about me anymore. Like I was a resource. A relic. Something ancient to be unearthed and gutted for parts.

"My… blood," I echoed, the realization flooding me too fast, too loud. "You want to extract it—to give it to others?"

"To the pack civilians, yes."

I shook my head, breath picking up. "You're talking about—about transfusions? Injections? Experiments—"

"Harvests," he cut in.

The word silenced me.

It was so final. So brutal. So detached from the man I knew. I was in Faculty 14 again, and it wasn't Hades speaking to me—it was the scientist.

"You're not serious," I said, my voice cracking. "Hades, this isn't you—"

"This is necessity," he snapped, rising to his feet with slow, calculated grace. "You don't get to decide what you are anymore, Eve. Not after the lives you've taken. Not after the beast you became."

"I didn't choose that—"

"But you let it live," he drawled. "You should have ended it."

My mouth opened, but no sound came out.

I couldn't speak.

Not because I didn't have words—but because I had too many.

Too many truths I hadn't known.

Too many lies I'd believed.

My body trembled, barely held upright by the restraints bolted into the chair. My wrists stung from where I had pulled against them—where the metal bit into raw skin in some vain attempt to escape.

But there was no escaping this.

Not from him.

Not from the truth.

"You don't get to decide what you are anymore," he had said.

And I believed him.

Because the Eve that had existed before this room… before this moment… had already died. How many times would I have to die before I finally stopped breathing?

"Hades…" I choked, voice shredded. "I didn't know. I didn't know what I was. I didn't want to be this. I didn't ask to be born cursed. I didn't ask to be her twin—" My voice cracked, sobs brimming just beneath. "I didn't ask for any of it. You have to believe me. It's not what it looks like."

The silence after my words was a cruel thing.

Indifferent.

Until he turned, only slightly, to look at me.

And then came the final nail.

"I knew," he said simply.

I blinked. "Knew… what?"

He took a breath.

But it wasn't steady.

It was jagged. Sharp.

Painful.

"I knew you were my mate," he said, "weeks before I ever marked you."

The room tilted.

I forgot how to breathe.