Hades' Cursed Luna

Chapter 84 Forgiveness

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

I wasn't doing this to prove Hades wrong, though the thought did bring a small flicker of satisfaction. I was doing this because I couldn't keep living in fear. I was tired of being vulnerable. I recalled the rush of power that has courses through me like a heady current when I shifted into Rhea. I had felt not an ounce of weakness even though I was terrified.

But ever since the night she was ripped out of me, I had become utterly defenceless and weak in every sense of the word. I had believed that it was my fate until I witnessed Jules. The fluidity of her movement, the power in her stance, and the fire in her eyes had struck something deep inside me. Jules wasn't just surviving; she was thriving, even without a wolf. She had built her strength with her own hands, not through some innate gift, but through sheer will and determination.

A knock on the door slashed through my thoughts, pulling me from the swirling tempest in my mind. It was too early for Jules to be here, so confusion prickled at the edges of my focus as I rose from the bed, tightening the towel around my shoulders.

I opened the door cautiously, expecting anything but what I saw: Kael, standing there with his usual composed posture, yet there was something different about him. His normally easygoing expression was replaced with a solemn intensity that caught me off guard.

"Good morning, Your Highness," he said quietly, his voice carrying a weight I wasn't used to hearing.

My brow furrowed. "Good morning," I smiled. "Kael? What are you doing here so early?"

His lips pressed into a thin line as he stepped back slightly, his hands clasped behind him in a posture of respect. "I came to speak with you… to apologize on behalf of my family."

Realisation dawned on me. It took a minute because I could not quite reconcile the fact that the kind and funny shared blood with those people. "Oh..."

Kael's eyes darkened, and he looked away briefly, as if gathering his thoughts. "For everything, but most especially for Kavriel." He sighed deeply, his shoulders sagging for just a moment before he straightened again. "His actions were reckless, and his words were cruel. I know he's caused you pain, and for that, I am deeply sorry."

The mention of Kavriel's name sent a fresh wave of anger surging through me. Memories of his cutting remarks, the disdain in his gaze, and his deliberate attempts to humiliate me and Jules was burned into my mind. But I swallowed my ire. "I'll live. Thanks." I managed a shaky smile.

His face brightened a little. "Thanks for understanding." He murmured. "I have given a stern warning."

"I appreciate that," Then an idea clicked into place. "But for my complete forgiveness you have to do something for me."

He raised his brow, more intrigued than perplexed. "What is it?"

"You teach me self defence." I proposed with an hopeful smile.