Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 5

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Chapter 5: My Father's Assassin

Eve~

"You will take Ellen's place and marry him," my father told me as though he were speaking of the weather.

I blinked, unable to fathom the words coming out of his mouth. "Wha—"

"Be useful for once in your life," my mother spat, her gaze hardened as though I was not her child. "You should be grateful that we gave you another chance to prove yourself."

"Prove myself?" I echoed incredulously, my eyes falling on my sister, who was checking the non-existent dirt between her nails as though she was not a part of this.

James was quick to stand between us, his eyes trained on me. "Keep your murderous tendencies in check around the princess," he snarled.

Something snapped in me. "Don't you fucking dare look at me like I'm some sort of monster!"

Silence.

My words hung in the air before the silence was broken by weeping. Ellen's weeping. She looked at me, her eyes filled with tears. "I never wanted it to be like this," she sniffled.

I felt my body itch with rage that had stayed bottled up for years.

My mother and James were quick to come to her rescue, coddling her. I could not bear the sight when Ellen flashed me a smug grin through her crocodile tears. She had indeed won; there was no use trying to convince them of my innocence. I was the cursed twin after all.

"You want me to marry a monster of a man?"

"You two suit each other, don't you?" James mocked.

I grit my teeth, fighting back tears. I was not giving them the satisfaction of seeing how broken I was. I ignored him.

My father's eyes never left me. The warm turquoise that used to be filled with so much love was now as cold as a glacier. "I am your Alpha. You will do as I say and marry him."

"I would rather die," I whispered.

"Then you will die," my father replied without skipping a beat.

James was up in a heartbeat, pulling a gun from his holster and aiming it right between my eyes.

My heart lodged in my throat, fear gripping me. There was no hesitation. It was either I danced to their tune, or I would become a statistic.

"It doesn't have to be so complicated or bloody," James said, returning the gun to his holster. "Just marry him."

"He's a Lycan," I stated the obvious. "The Lycan King, for that matter. The king of monsters who hunted and killed our kind for sport. Do you hate me that much?"

"Oh please," my father brushed my words aside, rolling his eyes. "It's not as tragic as you make it out to be."

"Then why don't you give him Ellen?" Of course, they wouldn't. She was their only beloved daughter.

My father glowered at me. "Why do you think he wants her in the first place? He wants the blessed twin, not the cursed one."

"So you prefer to double-cross him instead?" I asked. The idea was insane. It was widely known that no one deceived him and lived, nor the next generation of such a person. "What if he finds out?"

"You will make sure he never does," my father replied coolly. "Because before he gets to us for betraying him, he'll have you first."

The meaning was clear, and my blood ran cold.

"He's a killer!" I protested.

My father raised a brow. "The pot calling the kettle black."

I was going to lose my mind. I eyed James' gun. Could I attempt to escape? A foolish voice in my head wondered, but I banished the thought immediately.

I swallowed, bile rising in my throat. My gaze flicked to Ellen again. She was still pretending to cry, dabbing at her eyes with her sleeve, but that smirk... that damn smirk.