Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 428

Chapter 428: Only You

Eve

The knock on the door drew me out of the thoughts I had been lost in. Before I could rise, Elliot had already sprung to his feet and raced to the door. He opened it, and Montegue’s frame filled the doorway, a wide smile on his face as he peered down at his grandson.

"Why, hello there," he greeted, reaching out so Elliot could take his hand, which he did. "You look ready to meet her." He remarked lightly before his gaze lifted to meet mine. "You look like a proper prince." 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Elliot flushed, hiding his smile behind his hand, his eyes darting up to me, waiting for me to add my own compliment.

I grinned softly, nodding. "You are always adorable, but today your cuteness is exponential."

He flushed even more, swinging one foot.

Dressed in a formal traditional royal ensemble, a dark, tailored green that made his eyes gleam, he was the most adorable child in the world. But I was probably biased—because he was mine.

He tampered with the nerves knotting my gut, just enough to ease me, even as Montegue and I met each other’s eyes.

His face took on that soft, adoring expression, but there was a serious edge to his voice as he spoke. "The High Gamma will soon be arriving," he supplied. "How are you feeling?" he asked, closing the distance between us with Elliot in tow.

There were no words that could accurately describe the sensations wreaking havoc inside me at that moment.

Gooseflesh prickled along my arms, my hands were clammy, my stomach churned, and my heart felt like it had risen into my throat. That was how it felt to stand on the verge of meeting the head of Obsidian’s military. The commander of the Gamma force.

After almost six months of being wound tight by challenge after challenge in the Obsidian Tower, I was utterly and completely unprepared to come face to face with yet another character in this unraveling story.

If not for the Obsidian Council that I had forced myself into—and having tasted the venom of their politics, the sting of their suspicion, and the bitter weight of their expectations—I might have already folded under the pressure. But still... this was different.

This was the High Gamma.

Not another scheming Alpha with silver-coated lies. Not a bureaucrat too fat on their own influence to notice the rot beneath them. This was the hand of Obsidian’s will. The commander of the Gammas. The shadow that enforced law and order in this Tower and beyond. A person whose word was iron among the ranks.

A person only beneath the Alpha and his Beta.

I swallowed hard, realizing my palms were trembling.

But even though it felt like I had a live wire under my skin, I knew we needed them. For my plans to work, I needed military input. This was war, after all.

Montegue must have noticed, because he squeezed Elliot’s shoulder and tilted his head slightly at me, as though offering silent reassurance. His smile had thinned, though—it was no longer the soft doting of a grandfather, but the sharp patience of a man who knew what was about to enter the room could change everything.

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