Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 429

Chapter 429: High Gamma

Eve

My voice came in a croak. "Even while cursed?"

His smile was soft, loving. "Our Cursed Luna—the first of her kind. Because despite every chain placed on you, every cruel fate forced on you, you still rose. Perhaps the curse was always a test. And you, Evie... you’ve already proved you can rise above it."

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The meeting area was the same place I had walked into with a wound on my leg and Argenic on my lips. It was the room where I had first made an attempt on Hades’ life; where we had our first deadly kiss.

The memory should have stirred unease, left behind its scars like every wound before it. Instead, it steadied me. It reminded me how far we had come—how far I had come—and how much more we could endure.

It reminded me of Hades.

The door opened finally, and we all turned toward the entrance as a group walked in, dressed in matte black uniforms with gems on their shoulders, symbols of rank within the Gamma force. They moved like shadows, formation seamless, every step echoing the next.

Leading them was the High Gamma. Her hair, black as tar, was braided from the crown of her head all the way down, strands of white threaded through like lightning caught in rope. Her skin, weathered honey, gleamed with the quiet story of scars. Her eyes locked on mine from the moment the door opened, sharp and unwavering.

I shoved down the flutter of nerves and returned her gaze, mirroring the same inscrutable expression.

The room held its breath, silence broken only by the measured steps of the High Gamma and her retinues.

She stopped before me. For a heartbeat, nothing moved. Then, her voice cut through the stillness.

"Luna Eve."

Not a smile, but her expression was calm, pleasant, edged with the sharpness of a woman still measuring the worth of the one before her. She inclined her head, and in unison, her retinue bowed.

I inclined my chin in acknowledgment, my pulse steady, waiting—braced for her judgment, for what her greeting meant for the others who watched.

I let my breath steady, then inclined my head once more.

"High Gamma Victoriana Garvagh," I said, my voice carrying across the chamber. "I have heard much about you. I thank you for your years of service and for the strength of your leadership."

Her gaze did not waver. "It is my duty," she replied, her tone firm, dignified, but not unkind. "And my honor."

The words hung in the air like the strike of a bell—measured, exact, heavy with meaning. Then, her expression shifted just slightly, eyes narrowing with a glint I could not place.

"I too have heard much about you, Luna Eve."

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