Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370: Powerless

Eve

The chamber was loud. Too loud.

Voices clashed like weapons, bouncing off the iron walls of the Obsidian Council Room in sharp, overlapping fragments—accusations, demands, orders, panic. No unity. No leadership. Just noise.

And still... they wouldn’t let me speak.

I sat at the far end of the crescent table, out of the circle of power, holding Elliot in my arms as his little body curled tighter against mine. He was finally asleep—barely. His face damp with tears, his lashes trembling with every shuddered breath. He’d cried himself into exhaustion after refusing to let go of my dress, whispering the same thing over and over:

"Kael saved me."

They’d almost taken him. My son. Ripped from his chamber in the middle of the night during the explosion. If Kael hadn’t been there—if Hades hadn’t locked the east wing down—

But Kael wasn’t here now.

Neither was Hades.

And with Cain gone too, I was alone in a room full of enemies.

The Governors had stayed behind to manage the aftermath of the bombing, their faces still smeared with soot and fury. The Ambassadors hadn’t even bothered hiding their contempt tonight. Gallinti slammed the the marble desk in rhythm with his disdain. Silas barely looked at me. And when he did, it was only to sneer.

"She should not be here," Silas snapped. "There is no Alpha present. No Luna bond ratified. No legal authority. Why is she even seated?"

"She is bonded by prophecy," Montegue said weakly, but his voice cracked midway. His phone buzzed on the table beside him, and he glanced at it again, fingers twitching like he wanted to leave. Escape. Hide.

He looked... lost.

Gallinti slammed a folder on the table. "Prophecy doesn’t issue council mandates. The compound has been attacked. A member of the high guard is missing. Civilians are rioting. And what do we have? A boy-king vanished, his second in command abducted, and this—" he gestured to me like I was rot on his sleeve "—sitting here in silence while the rest of us do damage control."

"I have something to say," I said, softly.

They didn’t hear me. Or they didn’t care to.

"We need order!" Silas barked. "This is exactly why Obsidian never should’ve bent to a foreign-blooded mate claim. Look what she’s brought us—chaos, prophecy, and corpses."

I clenched my jaw. Elliot stirred in my arms and whimpered softly, his fingers digging into my skin. I pressed my lips to his forehead and rocked gently, grounding myself in the smell of his hair, the fragile heartbeat I could feel through his spine.

I wasn’t allowed to stand.

Wasn’t allowed to vote. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

And I wasn’t allowed to speak.

Not here. Not without a title they refused to recognize. Not without Hades beside me. Not without Kael’s voice echoing my own in defense. Or Cain as my support.

Who was I without them.

Hades had been wrong, I was the one the pack needed not when I did not have a say even with my borrowed seat.

The seat was mine, but the power wasn’t.

They made that very clear tonight.

I was still shaking with how close we were to losing Elliot...

And how Kael had traded himself for my child.

He hadn’t hesitated.

And now he was gone.

Taken.

"We should have known better," Silas said, rising with that self-important air that made my teeth grind. "You let prophecy in, and prophecy will always demand blood. I warned you—she is a disruption. A weapon forged under the wrong moon."

Gallinti added, "And now she sits here like some war widow, expecting our sympathy. But what has she done, truly? Nothing but bring ruin."

Elliot stirred again.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Just for a moment. Just to anchor myself.

I wanted to scream.

To lunge across the table and make them choke on their arrogance, their fear masquerading as righteousness.

But before I could move, Gallinti’s voice sliced through the chamber again, colder than ever.

"Let’s not forget who lit the match," he spat. "Valmont blood stains this room long before any prophecy. No matter whose bed she warms, she’s still the daughter of Darius. She carries that rot in her veins."

Silas nodded, smug. "You can’t outrun your origin, girl. You’re not Obsidian. You’re a Valmont—through and through. This mess? This war? It started in your cradle."

The words hit like iron to the gut.

And they were right.

No matter who I protected. No matter who I loved. No matter what I’d sacrificed—Danielle, the beast, the bloodshed, the betrayal—my blood was still Valmont.

And the war had started with my family.

My father’s ambition.

My mother’s silence.

My sister’s crown.

And me.

I felt the shame flood my chest like ice water. I bowed my head, my voice shriveling before it ever left my lips.

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