Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 277

HADES

My breath caught.

No.

No, no, no.

I stood so fast the world tilted. The blood drained from my face, my lungs refused to open. I stumbled toward the bathroom—threw the door open like she might be there, brushing her teeth, frowning at the mirror the way she always did.

Nothing.

I spun toward the closet. Yanked the doors open.

Empty.

Not entirely—but just enough. A shirt. Her boots. Gone.

Gone.

My knees buckled against the frame. I braced myself with a hand on the floor, heaving, trying to suck air into lungs that had collapsed beneath a single word:

Goodbye.

"No," I rasped. "No, no, no, no—"

—You did this.

The Flux slithered through my ribs. Not loud. Not yet. But present.

You always do this.

I staggered back, ran. Out of the suite. Down the corridor.

I didn't even remember pulling the door open. I just remembered screaming.

"EVE!"

My voice echoed down the long white hallways like a curse I couldn't take back.

Security agents appeared. Stiff backs. Confused expressions.

"Alpha Stavros—"

"FIND HER!" I roared, slamming my fist into the wall. The marble cracked. "I want my wife found NOW!"

They moved. Fast.

Because I didn't look like their king anymore—I looked like a man with nothing left to lose.

And then—

"Enough."

Kael's voice. Sharp. Cutting.

He stepped out from behind the stairwell, eyes dark, lips set in a grim line.

"I lost her," I said before he could speak. My voice was broken glass. "Kael—I lost her, and I can't—I can't—" My hands trembled. "I can't breathe without her. Please help me. Help me find her—"

I turned, staggering toward the elevator.

Kael grabbed my arm.

I whipped around.

He didn't let go.

"I helped her go," he said.

The words didn't register at first. Didn't make sense.

"What?" I whispered.

Kael didn't blink.

"I helped her leave."

I froze.

Everything froze.

"She wanted to go. And I helped her."

My blood turned to ice.

"Where is she?" I whispered. "Where the fuck is she, Kael?!"

"You don't get to know that."

I shoved him. Hard. He didn't flinch.

"You let her walk into danger?" I snapped. "Her family could come after her. You don't know what—what if she gets hurt?"

Kael didn't back down.

"What if someone hurts her?" I shouted again.

Kael's expression twisted.

"Says the last person who hurt her."

The silence hit harder than a slap.

"She begged you to love her," Kael said coldly. "You played so much with your toy, you broke her."

I staggered back a step.

"If she could survive you," he added, "she can survive anything."

And that was it.