Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 235

Hades

Eve had been injected with a sedative to help her relax. I should have been with her now — she needed me again. But first, I had to rid us of a presence that had been a constant thorn in her side. The last thing my wife needed was another disturbance in her life.

My arms were crossed as I looked at both of them, Felicia's mouth moving, her denials smooth as silk, her tone sweet as honey laced with venom. But I could smell the lies.

The air thickened with tension, my arms crossed tight over my chest as I stared her down.

"You expect me to believe that?" My voice was low, dangerous. "You take me for a fool, Felicia?"

Her lips pressed into a thin line.

I stepped forward, power crackling beneath my skin. "You play games with me — with her — and I promise you, there will be hell to pay."

Montegue, her father, stood stoic at her side, his face carved from stone. He didn't interrupt. He didn't defend her. He simply inclined his head.

"If that's what you want, Your Majesty," he said quietly, "I have no qualms."

Kael, standing to the side, cleared his throat and lifted the remote.

"I think it's time you both see the truth."

The screen flickered to life.

And then the footage played.

Eve stood in the room — tense, eyes darting nervously as Felicia circled her like a shark in bloody waters.

"Did you traumatize your child on purpose for the sake of this?" Eve's voice cut through, sharp and bitter. She clutched Elliot tighter to her chest.

Felicia only smirked, tucking her dark hair behind her ear. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Cut it out," Eve growled.

Felicia's expression sharpened. "Oh, don't pretend this is about my child. We both know why you're sweating, little princess."

The footage showed her circling, slow and deliberate, her predator's gaze fixed on Eve.

"You… when you first arrived, pale, trembling, pretending to be strong… a stray cub thrown to wolves."

I clenched my jaw.

"And yet, you thrived," Felicia hissed on screen. "You stole his heart. His loyalty. My son's affection. My pack's admiration. How did you do it?"

Eve's answer was quiet but steady. "I didn't take anything that wasn't freely given."

Felicia laughed bitterly. "You think you're different from me? You're not. You're younger. Hungrier. Still clinging to the illusion that loyalty exists."

My fists tightened.

Their back and forth continued, and each time Felicia pushed her luck in the footage, I would glance at her — only to find a smile creeping onto her lips. The further we got into the footage, the wider her smile grew, like we were getting closer to one big, devastating surprise.

Then the words dropped like a bomb.

"You killed his love. You killed Danielle."

My heart lurched straight into my ribs, my breath catching.

Long gone was the mask of civility. It has all been an act to pull me into this almost inevitable situation. _{frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓}