Eve
My stomach plumted.
A sharp, unnatural cold swept through , sinking into my bones like creeping frost.
The warmth of his body, the weight of him above —all of it vanished, swallowed by the crushing pressure of his words.
Tell why she has red eyes like a Lycan.
My pulse thundered in my ears, my breath caught in my throat, choking .
No.
No.
Hades felt my body tense beneath him, his eyes narrowing as he lifted his head, his grip tightening on my waist.
"Red?" His voice was softer now, questioning.
I couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe.
Because the truth was crawling up my spine like a phantom, an undeniable force pressing down on , squeezing, suffocating.
The world around us blurred, but his voice ca sharp, edged with sothing I couldn't na.
"What are you hiding?"
I tried to move. To escape.
But he didn't let .
Hades caught my wrist in one swift, fluid motion, his fingers coiling around like shackles.
"Red," he said again, this ti harder, darker.
The weight of my secret pressed against my chest, threatening to crush .
He couldn't know.
He could never know.
Because if he did—if he understood what it ant—
I was already dead.
A tremor racked through , and his silver eyes sharpened.
My breath hitched and imdiately I began to pull away, but he locked in place, pulling back fully beneath him.
His eyes remained intense as he stared down at , his expression on unreadable but piercing. "Red..." His voice was a painful caress, filling with more dread. "You are not going anywhere until you tell what exactly you are hiding," he swallowed thickly, the first sign that this was affecting him way more than he let on. "I have my suspicions but I want to hear it from your mouth." In a surprising gesture, he stroked by cheek with a thumb.
Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him wide-eyed, my tongue locking as I shook my head. The pressure against was monuntal. Every breath I took was a task.
His frown deepened even though his touch remained tender. "Tell , my love." He whispered.
My heart lurched at what he had called . It was all that I believed I ever wanted. Here I was, naked, beneath he man that I loved, skin to skin, as close as we possibly could, yet the schism remained, ever taunting and ever daunting. The secrets pressed against , keeping tongue tied as my tears continued to fall.
A sob choked as I stared up at him, my lips parting, but no words would co.
I had held on to this secret like a lifeline, clawed and bled to keep it buried where no one—not even Hades—could reach.
But he was reaching now.
Digging into , pulling apart the layers of lies and silence, demanding the truth that could tear us apart.
His touch was still gentle, but his grip was unrelenting.
"Red." His voice was soft, coaxing, but his eyes—those burning irises—were unreadable.
Waiting. Expecting.
I shook my head, squeezing my eyes shut. "Don't ask this," I whispered, my voice breaking.
I couldn't.
If I said it, it would beco real.
Hades' jaw clenched, his fingers sliding from my cheek to my throat—not squeezing, just holding. Feeling my pulse race beneath his palm.
"I already know, don't I?" he murmured.
I gasped, my eyes flying open, panic tearing through .
No. No, he couldn't.
He couldn't know.
But sothing in his gaze shifted, sharpened.
"I just need you to say it."
I trembled. Tears blurred my vision, my breath coming in sharp, uneven bursts.
But I couldn't say it. I wouldn't.
His fingers tightened, not in anger, but as if anchoring . Holding in place before I could run.
"You're shaking," he observed, his voice quiet but laced with sothing dark.
He knew.
Maybe he had known from the mont he saw her—the mont he saw Rhea's eyes.
His gaze flickered over my face, searching, reading every emotion that crossed my features.
Then, his entire body tensed.
A breath. A stillness.
And finally—the words that shattered .
"You were never just a wolf, were you?"
I broke.
A sob tore through , raw and violent, my hands fisting against his chest as if I could push him away, push away the truth.
But Hades did not move.
He just watched unravel beneath him.
And his silence was worse than anger.
His silence was understanding.
Acceptance.
And that was what truly destroyed .
Because it ant there was no way out.
There is no way to pretend anymore.
A tremor rocked through my chest as I finally whispered, so quietly I barely heard it myself—
"No."
The single word cracked between us like thunder, final, and inescapable.
Hades exhaled, his eyes closing briefly, his thumb still tracing absently along my throat as if committing this mont to mory.
Then—he looked at again.
"Tell what you are, Red."
I shuddered, the weight of the mont pressing into my chest, pressing into my very bones.
"I don't know," I admitted, my voice breaking, my tears slipping freely now. Was I Werewolf or Lycan? I never knew. How could I explain when it never made sense to ? How could I dismantle the house of lies that I had built?
His jaw ticked. "Then tell what you do know."
I licked my lips, chest heaving.
What I knew?
And I knew—I knew what red eyes ant.
I knew what they assud.
Sothing tainted. Corrupted. An abomination.
A lycan.
I let out a ragged breath, my fingers clutching his shoulders, grounding myself in him, in this last mont before I ruined everything.
"Let it out, my dear," Rhea told . "It's ti you let it loose."
A ragged breath tore from my throat as the truth clawed its way out of .
"I am not who I claid to be."
Hades didn't move. Didn't breathe.
But his fingers tensed on my waist, his grip firm but not harsh.
I shook my head, tears spilling freely now, my body trembling under the weight of what I was about to say.
"I am not the blessed twin," I choked out. "I am the cursed one."
The words felt like glass in my throat.
Hades' eyes flickered—not with shock, not with rage, but with sothing far more terrifying.
An intensity so sharp it cut through .
I forced myself to go on.
"The one who awakened a Lycan, just as the prophecy predicted."
His jaw locked, but he said nothing.
And that silence crushed .
"I am not Ellen Valmont," I whispered. "I am her twin."
The truth hung between us like a death sentence.
Hades exhaled, slow, and controlled, but the shift in the air was suffocating.
Then—he spoke.
A single word.
A single na.
"Eve."
I flinched, my breath hitching.
It sounded so different when he said it.
Not like a curse.
Not like a lie.
Like he had always known.
My chest rose and fell in sharp, erratic tremors, my lungs struggling to draw in air.
But his silence stretched on.
And it was killing .
His expression was unreadable, his gaze locked onto mine, his hands still gripping but not moving.
His silence was worse than rejection.
It was calculation.
A pause so heavy it crushed beneath it.
The lump in my throat grew unbearable.
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I wanted him to say sothing, anything.
I wanted him to scream, to break, to curse .
But he didn't.
And that terrified more than anything.
"Hades?" My voice was a broken whisper.
He exhaled sharply, his golden gaze darkening, his chest rising and falling in asured breaths.
Then—he moved.
So fast I didn't see it coming.
One mont I was trembling beneath him—
The next, I was on my back, his body pressing into mine, his hands caging my wrists above my head.
A startled gasp ripped from my throat.
His face was so close, his heat, his scent, his overwhelming presence pressing into like a brand.
"Did you have a choice?" He asked, his voice was soft, hurt. "Did you collude with them?"
A sharp sob tore from my throat as his words cut through like a blade.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying—failing—to keep myself from falling apart.
"No, I had no choice," I gasped, my voice breaking under the weight of it all. "I was forced."
Hades didn't move. Didn't breathe. But his silver eyes sharpened, his grip on my wrists tightening just slightly.
"They made you replace Ellen."
I swallowed hard, my chest rising and falling in jagged tremors. "Yes."
His exhale was slow, asured.
Then—his next question stole the air from my lungs.
"Where were you during the five years after you shifted, after you 'died'?"
My breath caught.
The walls inside slamd shut—the sa walls I had spent years building, clawing my way out of the abyss only to shove it all back down where no one could see.
But Hades was seeing.
His silver eyes bore into mine, sharp and knowing, as if the puzzle pieces were clicking together all at once.
"Hades..." My voice cracked, pleading.
But he wasn't done.
"Is that why you sleep on the ground?"
My pulse skipped violently in my throat.
"Is that why you have nightmares?"
I sucked in a sharp breath, my body going rigid beneath him.
"Is that why you can't stand the scent of blood?"
The sob ripped from my chest before I could stop it.
His words hit like a physical force—a truth I had never spoken, never admitted, even to myself.
Hades' jaw ticked, but he didn't push . His eyes flared with disdain and I waited for impact.
Instead, his hands moved—gentle, reverent.
He stroked down my arms, easing the tremors racking through .
His thumbs brushed my cheeks, wiping my tears away even as more fell.
And then—he pulled close.
Not demanding. Not caging.
Just holding .
His lips brushed my forehead, a whisper of warmth against my skin.
"Because I can imagine," he murmured, "that is why you fear them that much."
I choked on my breath.
His hands cradled , grounding as my body threatened to shake apart.
"It is not just because they hollowed you," Hades continued, his voice impossibly soft, "but because they imprisoned you too."
A violent shudder wracked through .
"That is why the ground gives you comfort," he murmured. "Because your cell had no bed."
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