Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 99

Hades

I lifted her until her pulsing cunt hovered above my erect cock. Then I felt her squirm as if in a panic.

"I am a virgin!" She blurted. There was a tremor in her voice. The bravado was gone, replaced by someone who could not even look me in the eye.

"Red," I muttered, my voice still hard with lust.

She hesitantly raised her head, her eyes meeting mine.

I stilled, my blood turning to ice. I loosened by grip on her, my eyes widening. In the depths of blue-green of her eyes, I caught a tingle of red, receding.

I blinked at it was gone as if it had never been there.

Her eyes glistened with tears and I snapped out it as her shoulders began to quake. "I...am sorry," She mumbled. "I don’t know... what came...over me." She stuttered.

I found my thumb coming to wipe her tears. She suddenly seemed so small and out of place. Ellen trembled in my arms, her body small and fragile against mine. The intimacy we’d shared had been anything but tender—spontaneous, raw, born of lust that had been building between us. There was no love or care in what had transpired, and I was not the type of husband to pretend otherwise.

I set her down gently, her knees buckling beneath her weight. She seemed so small, her head lowered in what looked like shame. A pang of something unfamiliar twisted in my chest, but I pushed it aside. She wasn’t mine to protect, not truly. She stumbled.

"Easy," I murmured, catching her before she could fall. But she continued to tremble, her shoulders quaking beneath my touch.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking, her head still bowed.

"For what?" I asked, my voice cool, detached, even as my gaze lingered on the tears glistening in her downcast eyes.

"For… being this way." Her voice cracked, her words barely audible over the sound of the running water. "For wanting you one moment and then—then freezing up. I don’t know what’s wrong with me." She seemed genuinely confused as was I.

I stilled, my hands frozen mid-motion as I finished drying her. Her confession shouldn’t have mattered. Her feelings shouldn’t have mattered. Yet here I was, listening, unable to tear my eyes from her. _{fгeewebnovёl.com}

"Ellen," I said, my voice low. "You have nothing to apologize for. What happened wasn’t planned, and it doesn’t have to mean anything more than what it was."

Her head snapped up at my words, and I saw it again—just for an instant. A flicker of red in her tear-filled gaze.

I froze, my blood running cold. It was impossible. Only wolves of Lycan descent bore red eyes, a distinction that set us apart from the weaker werewolves. Ellen wasn’t Lycan; she was a werewolf, which made what I saw...

No. My mind had to be playing tricks on me. The intensity of the moment, the lingering haze of lust—it had to be that.

Her shoulders sagged, her trembling intensifying as if my words had broken her further. "I’ll—leave," she mumbled, her voice trembling. "I shouldn’t have—"

I cut her off, my thumb brushing away the tear sliding down her cheek. The gesture wasn’t born of affection but instinct, a response to the vulnerable creature before me.

"You’re not going anywhere," I said, my tone firm. "Not until you’re steady on your feet."

She didn’t argue, didn’t meet my gaze, simply stood there as I finished drying her. Her silence was heavier than it should have been, each passing moment thickening the tension in the air.

The flicker of red still haunted me, though I said nothing. Whatever it was, it wasn’t something I could confront her with—not yet. For now, I would let it lie, let her regain her composure. There was a huge chance that what I saw was just my mind playing games.

But I couldn’t shake the unease coiling in my chest. Something had changed tonight, something more profound than the fleeting passion we’d shared. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew it wouldn’t stay hidden for long.

Ellen stayed quiet as I helped her dress, her silence unsettling in its weight. The fire that had once sparked in her eyes was extinguished, leaving behind only a dim shadow of the woman she usually was. She didn’t resist as I pulled the soft cotton shirt over her head and helped her into loose pants. Her hands barely moved to assist me, hanging limply at her sides like she didn’t know what to do with them.

Her compliance unnerved me. This wasn’t the Ellen I knew—the one who always carried a spark of defiance even in her vulnerability.