Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 275

Eve

Hades was still on his knees. But his breath hitched—just barely. Just enough.

I didn't stop.

Couldn't.

"She was pregnant," I whispered. "When I came at her—when the beast inside me didn't even pause to look, to think, to see."

Elliot stirred against my chest, small and warm and trusting. And it made it worse.

So much worse.

"I remember it now," I choked. "She screamed. She tried to shield her stomach. That was the last thing she did. And I—"

I clamped my eyes shut. But the tears still fell.

"I killed her. I made him motherless."

My shoulders shook, but I didn't stop. My voice was fraying now, unraveling like old thread.

"He looks just like her when he sleeps." I ran a hand through Elliot's curls, the pain blooming fresh and raw. "Same nose. Same lashes. Same silence. I recall every detail of Danielle, I can imagine her laughter. And every time I look at him, Hades…"

I lifted my eyes again.

"…I see what I took from you."

He opened his mouth—but nothing came out. His throat bobbed. His jaw locked like it was holding in a scream.

"I see her," I went on, voice barely audible now. "When his hair catches the light. When he smiles. I see the woman I butchered. The woman who died with her baby in her. Your wife."

His hand moved—just a twitch—but I didn't flinch.

Because I wasn't done.

"And you know what's worse?" My lips curved, trembling. "I see her in you too. In the way you breathe when you're angry. In the way you wear her earring like it still holds her heartbeat. And every time I catch the gleam of that green stone…"

My voice cracked in half.

"I remember her blood on my claws."

Silence wrapped around us, suffocating and holy.

And then I said it—

"I don't want to be forgiven, Hades."

Not when I could not forgive myself.

His breath hitched again.

"I just want you to remember that she begged me. Begged me not to hurt. And I did anyway. Not because I wanted to. Not because I meant to. Because I was gone. Because I was something else." _{freeωebnovēl.c૦m}

I drew Elliot closer, burying my face in his hair.

"And I think… I think a part of me wants to protect him not because I'm kind. But because I'm trying to bring her back. Because I think if I love him enough, maybe the universe will let me rewind. Maybe she'll open her eyes and hold him again."

A sob broke in my throat—but I didn't let it out.

"I can't change what I did," I whispered. "I can't give you back what I stole. And I won't ask you to stop hating me for it. Just like i can't forget the words you said to me, the plans you revealed, the genocide you plotted."

"I don't want to be forgiven, Hades."

His breath hitched.

And then—

He moved.

Not quickly. Not violently. But like something inside him had broken loose, like the floodgates had shattered and now there was nothing left to hold it all back.

He crawled to me.

Crawled.