Hades' Cursed Luna Chapter 33 Mother's Call

Eve~

I picked up my phone, and I stopped breathing when my eyes fell on the caller ID. My mother was calling, and despite waiting for so long, my finger only lingered on the accept button. Without thinking too much, I picked up the call.

"Mom?" I spoke.

"Eve," my stomach dropped at her cold tone, and I clasped the phone a bit tighter.

"Mom?" I echoed, my heart threatening to break out of my chest.

"Your calls are becoming incessant. It is a nuisance," she told .

A bullet hit in the chest.

I swallowed, summoning so courage. Why were my hands sweating so much? "If you picked up your calls, maybe I would not need to keep calling."

"And what gives you the right to have a conversation with ?" she asked, her voice so dispassionate that it gutted .

"I just... got married. At least you could see how I am doing."

"And what if I am not interested in knowing?"

I bit back a sob. "I know I am here because of what Dad did."

"So?" she asked dismissively. "You should be grateful that you have so use now."

My throat tightened, and breathing had beco harder. "How can you call yourself my mum?"

"Simple," she replied without hesitation. "I don't."

Her dismissal was a bulldozer to the chest. I bit my quivering lips hard, trying my absolute best not to let it be discovered that my father deceived the king, yet I was treated like nothing but so criminal. "You know I could tell the truth. Tell him I was not the daughter he wanted. That you people lied to him. I could set all of this on fire."

The quiet that greeted at the other end was nerve-wracking. "Then you will truly live up to your na," she replied. "The cursed twin that will bring ruin to our pack. Just as the prophecy said. I am pretty sure that he will toss bombs on Lunar Heights first and then the rest of Silverpine. All because we allowed the cursed twin to live."

The silence that followed was deafening. I felt my breath hitch as her words settled in. The cursed twin. The words that had been etched into my soul like a brand. The prophecy had always lood over , a dark cloud that cast a shadow over everything I did, and now... even my mother used it against .

"Is that all I am to you?" I whispered, my voice trembling. "A prophecy? A curse?"

"You've always known your place, Eve," she replied calmly. "Don't pretend this is news to you. You are an inconvenience at best, a disaster waiting to happen at worst."

The tears I'd fought so hard to hold back finally broke free, streaking down my face as I stood frozen in place. I had expected coldness, but this... this was cruelty. And what was worse, part of had been foolish enough to hope for sothing more, for so shred of maternal love, or at least concern.

"Do you even care what happens to ?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, almost afraid of her answer.

"I care about the pack, Eve," she said, her voice sharp and unrelenting. "And if keeping the truth from the king is what saves us, then that's what matters. You should know that by now."

I squeezed my eyes shut, clenching my jaw as I tried to steady my breathing. "I'm your daughter," I choked out. "I'm your blood."

"Blood ans nothing if it's poisoned," she spat.

I had to bite down hard on my lip to stop myself from sobbing out loud. I had wanted—needed—to believe that there was sothing left, so shred of humanity or warmth in her, but her words were a knife twisted in my gut.

"Mum," I said quietly, my voice hoarse. "You know your words hurt, right?"

There was another long silence. When she spoke again, her tone was icy. "If by now you have not co to terms with everything, you are more stupid than I thought."

With that, the line went dead.

I stared at the screen, my vision blurring with tears, my hands shaking uncontrollably. My heart felt like it had been torn apart and left bleeding in my chest. The cold, heavy weight of my mother's words settled over like a suffocating blanket. She didn't care. She never would again. I was nothing to her. Nothing but the cursed twin who would bring ruin.

"Princess?"

I snapped my head to the side only to find none other than the Lycan king.

I wiped at my tears quickly, sniffling. "Yes," I said.

"What's wrong?" he asked, his voice uncharacteristically tender.

Which only made it harder to keep my emotions in check. I evaded his gaze, coughing to clear my throat. "Just missing ho. Just got off a call from my mum. They say they miss ." I don't know why I had to lie about that; maybe I was just trying to subconsciously convince myself.

He stood there, arms crossed, his expression serious but softened by a hint of concern. "Get up," he said, his voice steady. "No use sitting around like this."

I blinked, taken aback. "What?"

"Wallowing isn't going to help," he replied, his tone firm yet surprisingly gentle. "You need to focus on sothing else."

I wiped my face, feeling more confused than anything. "Why do you even care?"

He hesitated for a mont, then t my gaze. "Because you are my wife."

I blinked, flabbergasted. I was about to respond when he took a step closer, almost reaching for my hand before stopping himself. Instead, he gently patted my head, a surprisingly tender but awkward gesture that left wondering what was going on. "You'll get through this."

I blinked at him, thrown off by the unexpected kindness. "What are you talking about?"

"You need a change of scene," he said, shifting his stance. "You'll be attending the Lunar Gala with tomorrow night."

I gaped at him. "The Lunar Gala? Why would I go with you?"

"Because it'll be good for you, and you are my wife, after all."

My heart skipped a foolish beat. That word was doing sothing to .

He replied, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Trust . Just be ready, and... maybe try not to cry so much. People will talk."

I stood there, stunned and slightly comforted, still trying to process everything he had just said.