Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 36

Eve~

After the little incident with the reporter who looked like she wanted to sink her fangs into my neck, I felt a bit more at ease. The moment the question had come out of her mouth, it hung in the air like an anvil waiting to fall on my head if I didn’t do something quickly.

I wanted nothing more than to run, but when every eye had landed on me, my anxiety spiked. There was no escape. There had been a time when public speaking had been my forte. I had been tutored and trained to be a girl who was supposed to inherit the throne. I was supposed to be Alpha someday.

But the years had changed me and shifted my course. Still, when it came down to it, I managed to channel the princess I once had been and found my tongue enough to put the reporter where she belonged. As much as it pained me to admit, Hades’ warning had helped.

I was sure he had only helped me because he didn’t want me making a fool of him in front of his royals, politicians, and ambassadors. Still, he had helped me.

Now, I stood awkwardly as Hades was approached by an obviously influential man. None of them paid any mind to me, so I just stood there.

I looked around, but after catching some eyes on me, I trained my gaze elsewhere, anywhere but the guests. A server came up to me with a platter of red wine. I picked up a glass, my throat parched with anxiety. I took a sip and froze.

I pulled the glass away from my lips, my eyebrows scrunching in confusion and mild apprehension. I sniffed it, and my stomach turned.

It wasn’t red wine. It was blood wine. The kind only Lycans drank because they were part vampire. My gut lurched, and I felt myself going faint before a hand steadied me.

I looked up and saw the blond man I had seen at the Obsidian Tower.

He didn’t look as severe as he had back then. Here, he was dressed like the rest, his light hair styled and gelled.

He had a lopsided grin on his face as he handed me a flute of champagne. "Here, drink this instead," he offered.

I eyed him warily.

The blond man’s grin widened. "I promise, this one won’t make you sick."

I took it hesitantly, still feeling slightly queasy from the blood wine. "Thanks," I murmured, raising the glass and taking a small sip to make sure it wasn’t something else I couldn’t handle. Thankfully, it was just champagne.

The man leaned in slightly, his voice lowering conspiratorially. "They really should label the drinks better. Not everyone’s... used to the Lycan palate."