Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 80

Eve~

I instinctively leaned back, my heart pounding as he crossed a line, his smirk deepening at my discomfort. Before I could react further, Jules was suddenly between us, her stance defensive, her gaze fixed on him with a sharpness I hadn’t seen before. It was as if she had morphed into another person entirely.

"Keep your hands to yourself," Jules said, her tone low and controlled.

My eyes widened. If she was a runt, speaking like that to the family of the king’s second-in-command was brazen.

The young man laughed, his expression twisting in mock disbelief. "And who’s going to make me? You, the wolfless runt?" He spat out the insult, eyes narrowing as he took a menacing step forward. "You think you can talk to me like that?"

My heart lurched as I watched his fingers lengthen, dark claws extending with a sickening crack, aiming straight for Jules’ neck. Then, faster than I could blink, she sidestepped, fluid and graceful, redirecting his momentum with a subtle shift. Before he realized what had happened, he was stumbling forward, his footing lost. Jules didn’t hesitate—she twisted just enough that his own strength sent him sprawling onto the floor with an undignified thud.

Gasps echoed around us, the spectators’ expressions shifting from smug satisfaction to shocked surprise. The golden-eyed woman’s face flushed with rage as she took in her fallen relative, struggling to regain his composure on the ground.

"Kavriel!" The woman shrieked as the members of the family helped him up.

The guards who had refused to step in shifted uncomfortably.

The young man’s face twisted with fury as he scrambled up, his gaze locking onto Jules with newfound hatred. "How dare you?" he hissed, seething as he brushed off the dust from his clothes. He looked to the onlookers, rallying them to his anger. "This wolfless nobody thinks she can disrespect me!"

Jules held her ground, her expression calm, though I noticed the faintest hint of satisfaction in her eyes. She inclined her head slightly, her voice steady. "Apologies," she said with an air of politeness that somehow only sharpened her defiance. "It’s simply my job to protect the princess, as instructed."

At that, a murmur rippled through the crowd, some of the sneers and mocking looks turning thoughtful, though the hostility remained thick in the air. The young man clenched his fists, his eyes burning with renewed contempt as he glared at both of us.

"I will not touch your filthy skin, but you will so fucking pay." His face was contorted into disgust and hatred so visceral that I could taste it on my tongue. "Guards!" He yelled.

The guards finally moved, running toward the scene.

He turned blazing eyes to them. "Take her to the cell. I want her shocked so bad she forgets her own name!" He ordered.

Still, Jules remained unmoved, like a rock, while I stood there, my head spinning and my heart trying to escape from my chest.

"Yes, sir!" Two burly guards replied.

My blood ran cold when I saw one of them retrieve a pair of handcuffs. I shook my head. This could not be happening. She would be punished because she offered to give a tour. She would be electrocuted because she dared make a werewolf laugh and guide her through the hallways of a tower she was meant to call home.

She had defended me, a werewolf, and she was going to pay the price for that. If my own sister had not done that... I could not let her go down for this.

Jules put out her hand, but the guards still yanked her arms painfully behind her, a smirk on their lips. Jules grimaced at their roughness. They were enjoying this.

The woman blinked before her jaw set. She moved closer to me, her perfume wafting through the air, strong and spicy like her attitude. "You are not the Luna of Obsidian, mutt." _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}