Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: My Wife, My Weapon

Eve~

In a flurry of broken bones and pained groans, he finished with the goons. Before my eyes, I watched as one man incapacitated all of them while unarmed.

He didn't need the weapon.

He was the weapon.

A lump formed in my throat at the sheer power he possessed. There was no running from him. None at all. Within minutes, he was making his way back to the car.

He opened the door, and his scent wafted through the air. Seductive and deadly, but laced with something that made my stomach turn.

Blood.

My throat tightened, my head suddenly throbbing. I blinked, my world shifting only to be assaulted by an image that made my heart stop.

Unseeing eyes of a man, screaming as I heard the tearing of flesh. I blinked again, only to be hit with another flash of people running. Blood. There was blood everywhere—on the walls and on the unmoving people scattered across the floor.

No... no... no.

This couldn't be happening here. The visions were back. The images that haunted my sleep. I tried to snap out of it, but to no avail.

Screaming.

Blood.

Death.

I felt like I was being pulled under. I was suffocating, and I couldn't break the surface. Tears filled my eyes as flash after flash haunted me.

The beast that I couldn't see growled, and suddenly, I was pulled to a chest. Arms surrounded me, giving me warmth, and I blacked out.

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Hades~

She fell limp against me, her head lulling to one side.

"Anything the matter?" Hannes asked from the driver's side.

"Theatrics," I replied. "Our delicate princess cannot stomach violence."

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"We're approaching the border," Hannes said, his voice breaking the stillness.

I nodded, feeling the familiar surge of power as we neared Obsidian Pack territory. The air was thicker here, charged with the energy of my kind, the Lycans. Our pack was fierce, feared, and loyal only to me. This was where I would cement my rule, and Ellen—whether she knew it or not, was the final piece.

"We'll take her straight to the chambers," I commanded. "She'll need time to adjust."

Hannes smirked but said nothing. He knew what I truly meant. Time to adjust to her new reality, her new place in my world, and time to come to terms with the fact that she was no longer the princess of her father's kingdom. She was my prisoner.

I leaned back, still holding her limp form against me, and allowed a small, calculated smile to cross my lips.

The prophecy would unfold as it should. And I would be there, shaping every step of the way.

She was mine now.

"Please..." she murmured, her brows crinkling, her eyes not opening. "Don't..." She was still asleep.

Dark amusement filled me. It was as though she knew what awaited her was worse than whatever demons she was fighting. Excitement rushed through me; she was not as bland as I thought. I did like puzzles.

I ran my thumb over her fiery red hair, brushing it away from her face. I had to admit, she was an alluring woman. With cheekbones sharp enough to cut, and a certain softness to her that drew the eye. Perhaps this marriage, this prophecy, wouldn't be such a tedious game after all. Breaking her for the fun of it filled me with a thrill.

I traced the curve of her cheek with a finger, watching her stir slightly, still deep in whatever nightmare haunted her dreams. Her murmured plea had stirred something in me, something dark and dangerous that I couldn't quite suppress.