Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 300

Eve

I couldn't move.

Couldn't scream.

His weight pinned me, knees caging my hips, hands like iron bands on my wrists above my head.

And those eyes.

They weren't Hades' eyes.

They were pits—black sclera swallowing bloody irises, searing with something ancient, something cruel. Not just looking at me—but through me. Skin. Bone. Thought. Memory. Like they were cataloging the pieces of me, laying them bare and peeling them apart.

A whimper scraped up my throat, but it never made it past my lips. His hand slid to my cheek, thumb grazing softly—too softly—across the curve of my face.

"You can't hide from me, Red," he whispered. The voice was his. But it wasn't.

Not fully.

Not anymore.

Not with the way it curled at the edges like burning parchment.

"Even in dreams, I find you. Especially there."

His grip tightened. My bones cried beneath it. My wrists went numb.

And still his gaze held mine, forcing me to look.

> Strip her. Pull her soul thread by thread. She belongs to us.

I could hear his thoughts.

We were linked.

Rhea snarled in my mind, furious, clawing forward.

Let me—let me shift! Let me take control!

But each time she surged, something yanked me back.

Like a leash.

No—like a tether. One coiled around my mind, my body, my blood.

I thrashed beneath him, panic flooding me now, burning up my throat, breaking into tears that never fell.

"Hades," I choked, "please—please, it's me—"

But he didn't blink.

Didn't flinch.

Didn't see me.

> "You dream of happy endings," he murmured, voice dark silk sliding around a dagger. "Of vows, of sons, of forgiveness. But that dream is a lie."

His face inched closer. Forehead brushing mine. A breath.

I tried to turn away—his fingers caught my chin, forced it back.

The mate mark on my neck ignited. Fire, real fire, searing down into bone. My back arched involuntarily as a scream ripped out of me.

"I will not be cast aside," he growled now, voice cracking. "I will not be forgotten. You promised yourself to me, Eve. You bled for it. You burned for it." Hades snarled into my face.

His mouth brushed my ear.

"And now, so will I."

His teeth scraped skin.

Not biting.

Branding.

And through it all, that voice layered beneath his—The Flux.

Mocking. Watching. Feeding.

> "She's yours, boy. Just take her. It's what she's owed you. What they've all owed you."

I bucked beneath him, twisting, crying, trying to reach for anything—

But the world had gone slick and black around the edges.

I was sinking.

Deeper.

And he was coming with me.

His eyes—

Gods, his eyes—

They burned brighter now, two bloody eclipses swallowing every thought I tried to keep for myself. The pressure behind them was relentless, his stare a vice tightening around my skull, my thoughts, my will.

I tried to close my eyes.

Tried to look away.

But I couldn't.

I couldn't even blink.

A growl tore from his throat as his pupils dilated, bleeding into the crimson around them. The whole world narrowed to that stare—those eyes—and then—

He was inside me.

Not touching.

Invading.

A cruel, precise unraveling of everything I was. My mind thrashed, but I couldn't escape. I could feel him—inside my thoughts—his words no longer spoken, but engraved behind my ribs.

> You will submit to me.

You will come back to me.

You will stand by me.

My will is your fate.

I sobbed, but it sounded distant—like I was underwater. No. Not water.

Tar.

I was drowning in it. Thick, black, cloying. It clung to my throat, filled my lungs. Rhea was gone—her voice, her fire, her claws—ripped away from me like smoke in a storm.

It was happening again.

Just like Leon.

Just like that awful night in the woods when I tore through him and his father, covered in blood, screaming on the inside but unable to stop.

A passenger in my own body.

A weapon. Again.

Tears slid from the corners of my eyes, slipping down my cheeks like silent bloodletting. _{freёwebnovel.com}