Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 453

Chapter 453: Longing For Her

Hades

The car ride was wrought with a strange type of silence. My fingers flexed against the leather of the car seat. It was tortuous having her so close yet so far. The ambrosia so achingly familiar had filled the enclosed air in the car.

But she stayed seated, eyes forward and back pin straight and her legs crossed. I did not need too long to know that she had changed; we both had. My time in Silverpine pack had been a journey for me, not just a physical one but one that tested who I was at my very core.

And now as I sat by her, it was hard to think that months ago I had wanted every werewolf gone, a dissimator in the works to ensure that an entire race would utterly and completely perish.

Then I had pulled her into my life with a chain on her neck and shackles around her ankles. How naive I had been to think the tables would never turn. She had left questioning everything I had ever believed in.

I learned that even without a heart, I didn’t have to be heartless.

I wanted to crown her Luna over Obsidian but from what respect I saw the council members had awarded her, I knew she had made her mark as a Luna long before a coronation.

The silence stretched between us, and every second that passed tested my control. Every fiber of my being demanded I reach across the space separating us, to shatter the invisible barrier she had erected with my bare hands. My fingers curled against my thigh, aching to trace the curve of her jaw, to remind her exactly how she trembled under my touch.

But I held myself in check—not from uncertainty, but from a restraint that was costing me everything.

The war loomed over us like a specter—less than two months until everything we had built could crumble to ash. I could see the weight of it in the rigid set of her shoulders, in the way her breathing had become measured and controlled. She was carrying the burden of her pack, of all the lives that hung in the balance, and I wanted to strip that burden away, to make her focus on nothing but me.

I wanted to pull her across this seat and claim her mouth, to bury my face in the crook of her neck and mark her until her scent was mine alone. I wanted to return to that moment in the royal infirmary when the world had narrowed to just us, when I had broken through every wall she’d built and made her mine completely.

The memory of her skin against mine, soft and yielding, sent fire through my veins. I could still feel the ghost of her heartbeat against my palm, still hear the way she had gasped my name when I’d pushed her past every limit.

But that felt like a lifetime ago, and my restraint was wearing dangerously thin.

"You’re thinking too loudly," she said suddenly, her voice cutting through the tension like a blade. She still didn’t look at me, but I caught the slight tremor in her words.

The beast in me roared to life. While she was strategizing, planning, bearing the weight of survival, I was consumed with the need to possess her completely. I should feel guilty for wanting to be selfish with her when the world was ending, but all I felt was hunger.

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