Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: A Safe Haven

Eve

One of the largest rooms in the castle had been converted into every child’s dream. The colours filled every spot—pastels and brights competing for attention—and stepping into it actually lifted my mood despite the weight I’d been carrying from Hades’s office.

Freddie was a statue in the corner, he bowed as he noticed us.

We returned the greeting.

There were three beds, each one claimed by its occupant with stuffed animals, blankets, and the precious chaos only children could create. Sophie’s bed was against the far wall, draped in purple and pink, a small mountain of plush wolves piled at the foot. Elliot’s was nearest the door, covered in a star-patterned quilt, his collection of toy soldiers arranged in careful formation on the nightstand. And Micah’s—Thea’s little brother—was by the window, modest and neat compared to the others, as if he still wasn’t sure he was allowed to make himself at home.

A bookshelf overflowed with stories. Art supplies scattered across a low table. A rocking horse in the corner. Drawings taped to the walls—some showing families of wolves, others depicting castles and forests and things only a child’s imagination could conjure.

It was safe. It was bright. It was everything the world outside these walls wasn’t.

It was beautiful, Hades expression told me hhe shared my thought.

Sophie sat cross-legged on her bed, braiding Elliot’s hair while he squirmed and complained. Micah watched from his own bed, a book open in his lap but his eyes on the other two, a tentative smile tugging at his mouth.

They hadn’t noticed us yet.

"Hold still," Sophie ordered, her tongue poking out in concentration as she worked. "You said you wanted to look like a warrior."

"Warriors don’t have braids," Elliot protested, but he stopped squirming.

"Some do," Micah offered quietly, glancing up from his book. "I read that some ancient packs braided their hair before battle. It kept it out of their faces when they couldn’t shift."

Elliot perked up at that. "Really?"

"Really," Micah confirmed, and I watched Sophie shoot him a grateful look.

My chest tightened. These three children, caught in a war they didn’t understand, had somehow found each other. Had somehow created their own small pack within these walls.

Sophie had joined just this evening, yet by how quickly she’d warmed up to Hades, she would have no problem building rapport with the others.

Sophie finished the braid and tied it off with a purple ribbon. "There. Now you look scary."

Elliot touched it experimentally, then grinned. "How do I look?" His eyes were bright with childlike delight.

A sob bubbled up in my throat, my eyes watering as I watched him be a kid. I’d always wondered when he would be allowed to be a child, but I’d finally got my answer, and watching him be as he should have been filled me with joy so overwhelming my chest ached.

"It brings out your eyes," Sophie said matter-of-factly. "But you still look like you."

That’s when Elliot spotted me in the doorway. His face lit up instantly. "Mummy, Daddy!:

He launched himself off the bed and crashed into us, wrapping his arms around our waist. I caught him, stumbling slightly, my hand automatically going to his hair—to the careful braid Sophie had woven.

"Hey, little warrior," I murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.

Sophie was already sliding off her bed, more dignified in her approach but no less eager. "Aunty Eve! Uncle Luci! Are you done with the boring grown-up stuff?"

"For now," I said, opening my other arm so she could tuck herself against my side. Over their heads, I met Micah’s eyes. He was still on his bed, uncertain, as if he wasn’t sure he was included in this. "You too, Micah. Come here."

He hesitated, then carefully set his book aside and crossed the room. When I pulled him into the embrace, he went rigid for just a moment before melting into it, his small shoulders shaking slightly.

Hades has no qualms about it.

He was quiet.

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