Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 79

Eve~

"I am sure you’ve never been to the left wing of the Obsidian Tower," Jules commented as she pressed the button on the elevator, sliding the shiny metallic doors closed.

"I didn’t even know I was on the right wing, to be honest," I replied quietly.

She chuckled lightly, her eyes glinting. "Well, then I’ll have to warn you—it has a lot more foot traffic. It can even be crowded at times," she informed me.

I felt my stomach drop to my feet. The thought of walking in the midst of more than three Lycans at a time made me want to run. "Oh, is that right?" I tried to sound casual, but the tremor in my voice betrayed me.

Jules went quiet, and I knew for certain that she had noticed. "You know, Your Highness, you don’t have to do this. You can just stay—"

"No, no, no," I cut her off. "I wouldn’t mind the company," I finished, forcing a smile that I hoped looked steady. "Besides, it’s probably good for me to get used to it. I can’t avoid everyone forever."

Jules watched me for a moment, her expression unreadable, before she nodded. "Alright, but if you ever feel uncomfortable, just let me know. I’ll make up an excuse to get us out of there," she said with a playful grin, though there was an underlying sincerity in her voice. "We’ll start from the ground floor and take our tour upwards. Alright with you?"

I nodded as the elevator doors slid open and the elevator hummed to life, carrying us down. I took a steadying breath, feeling a mix of anticipation and anxiety twist in my chest. Jules’ easygoing presence was grounding, yet I couldn’t quite shake the undercurrent of unease at the idea of mingling with Lycans beyond the safety of my quarters.

The doors slid open on the ground floor, and I was immediately hit by the faint buzz of conversation and the steady rhythm of footsteps echoing off the polished floors. Lycans in uniform and others in casual wear moved around with a confidence that only heightened my sense of isolation.

Jules gestured to our left. "This way. I’ll show you the main hall first—it’s where a lot of meetings and events happen. And over there," she pointed down a corridor filled with elaborate tapestries and stark, dark decor, "is the wing where most Lycans train."

I nodded, absorbing the information and trying not to visibly shrink under the gazes of passing Lycans. A few looked my way, their expressions unreadable, though I caught more than one lingering look of curiosity—or suspicion. Murmuring caught my ear, and I could have sworn I heard the word mutt. Then their expressions morphed very quickly from curiosity to obvious disdain.

"Don’t worry too much about them," Jules murmured, picking up on my tension. "Most of them are just… curious. It’s not every day they see a werewolf princess walking through their halls."

I gave her a tight smile, willing myself to relax. "I suppose I should get used to being… noticed."

"Well, if it helps, I’m not liked much either." Her voice was light, but her words stunned me. Who wouldn’t like her? I wondered. She was probably saying it to make me feel better about the animosity.

As we continued, Jules chatted casually, filling the silence with stories about her training, the Lycans’ endless routines, and the occasional antics of her cousins. Her words washed over me, soothing, and I found myself laughing quietly at her tales, the tension slowly ebbing.

We moved up floor by floor, and I came to learn that the Obsidian Tower had twenty floors in total. Floors one to three were for public access and recreation.

Floors four and five were the guest quarters. For some reason, they recognized me even faster. Their mouths twisted quickly into sneers as we passed by, but Jules walked on and continued to speak as if they weren’t shooting daggers.

There were more uniformed guards the higher we went. They greeted me perfunctorily, and it wouldn’t take a genius to know that they were speaking through gritted teeth.

Floors six and seven were for the servants’ quarters and operational rooms such as laundry. The servants attempted to hide their scorn a bit better than the rest, but it was obvious nonetheless. I could feel the heat of their glares. Despite the disdain, Jules made it tolerable. If not for my nervousness, I might have been cackling like a witch at the jokes she always managed to weave effortlessly with her information.

The moment we stepped onto the eighth floor, something in the air shifted. It was so palpable that the hair on my neck immediately stood at attention. Everyone in the hall seemed to stop dead, training their eyes right on me.