Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 84

Eve~

The cool air hit my damp skin, and I gasped, instinctively curling into his chest. My cheeks burned as I realised how exposed I was, my body pressed against his, but he didn’t seem to care. His focus was on wrapping me in a thick, warm towel, his movements firm but gentle.

"Put me down," I murmured, my voice weak and unconvincing.

"No." His tone was absolute, brooking no argument.

I gave up fighting as he carried me out of the bathroom, his grip steady and secure. Despite everything, I couldn’t help but feel safe in his arms, even as his earlier words echoed in my mind, stinging like fresh wounds.

He placed me gently on the bed, his hands lingering just long enough to make my heart race. His gaze was intense, his eyes scanning my face as if searching for something.

"You don’t need to fight," he said quietly, his voice softer now. "That’s what I’m here for."

I looked away, unable to meet his eyes. "I don’t want to be a burden," I whispered.

"You’re not a burden, Red," he said, surprising me with the softness in his tone. "You’re my damn wife."

The words hung between us, heavy and charged, and I didn’t know how to respond. So I stayed silent, my heart pounding as he tucked the towel tighter around me.

"Rest," he ordered, his voice gruff once more. "And get that foolish idea out of your mind."

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By the next morning, Hades was gone.

The space he left behind felt cold and hollow, a sharp contrast to the firestorm of emotions he had stirred the night before. I sat up slowly, the towel he’d wrapped me in still draped across my shoulders like a shield. But it wasn’t enough. It didn’t dull the sting of his words.

"You don’t need to fight."

"Get that foolish idea out of your mind."

They echoed in my head, over and over, a relentless reminder of how little he believed in me. The softness in his voice when he said I was his wife had almost been enough to comfort me, to make me believe he cared. But it wasn’t enough. Not when his actions, his condescension, told a different story.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my movements stiff and deliberate. The fire inside me burned brighter with every passing second, fueled by a mix of frustration, humiliation, and something far more potent: determination.

Hades thought I was weak. Helpless. A liability.

I couldn’t afford to be. _{ƒгeewёbnovel.com}