Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 304

Eve

For a moment, nothing moved.

Not a blink.

Not a breath.

Even the Flux seemed stunned into silence.

Then—

A sound split the air like a scream beneath the surface of the world.

It wasn't a growl.

It wasn't human.

It was the war between them—Hades and the thing inside him—breaking loose for a heartbeat of truth.

His hand trembled. Not from weakness. From refusal.

From restraint.

Blood poured freely now, but he didn't falter.

"You…" His voice fractured. The normal one.

He took a step toward me.

"You are my wife," the Flux hissed through him.

"And you…" Hades choked, still gripping his eye, "are not hers to command."

He dropped to one knee with a grunt, breath stuttering as if he'd been stabbed.

A ripple of unease threaded through the council. Kael lurched forward instinctively but froze when Hades raised his free hand.

Not in surrender.

But in consent.

"So be it," he rasped. "Let it be written in blood and stone. If we are to bind by Fenrir's Chain…"

His eye blazed behind the veil of his palm.

"…then let her be free of me. Of us."

A single tear escaped his visible eye.

But it wasn't water.

It was black. Like oil. Like grief solidified.

Cain turned to me.

"It's done," he said quietly. "Your wish is marked."

Just then Hades released a blood curdling growl drenched in tar. All of them had tried to prove they did not fear what was happened to Hades. Others too stunned to speak.

The silence didn't last long.

It cracked—sharply—under the weight of instinct.

Chairs scraped back. Feet shifted. Growls began to build low in throats around the chamber.

Because now… they sensed it.

Not just the man.

The thing within him.

And no Alpha could sit still with that much volatility coiled in the room like a fuse already lit.

"Back," Montegue commanded, standing now. "Everyone."

Gallinti was already halfway up, claws unsheathing without thought. Silas had one hand behind his back—reaching for something. Kael was frozen, eyes wide, every muscle in his body screaming not to flinch. But his bond with Hades kept him rooted… just barely.

Only Cain remained unshaken, but his eyes were narrowed. Watching.

Waiting.

A vein bulged at Hades' temple. His breath hitched. And the blood from his palm no longer dripped—it steamed.

That's when they truly saw it.

This wasn't pain.

This was a cage barely holding.

One twitch in the wrong direction—one emotion too deep—and the Flux would break through.

And yet… he didn't unleash it.

Hades—Alpha of Obsidian—was kneeling.

Voluntarily.