Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 461

Chapter 461: When You Know, You Know

Kael

Eve and Hades had not returned. It was in the air—their absence. I glanced at the watch strapped to my wrist.

Almost seven in the evening.

Hades did say that his expedition into some secrets in Cain’s life might take a minute to uncover, but he promised to be home within the day and pull an all-nighter for the responsibilities he’d put on hold for this mission.

I was pretty sure it had something to do with the Sophie that Cain had mentioned, and despite everything, I smiled at the thought of Hades having a little niece.

The old Hades would have been dismissive of another kin—especially one connected to him by his half-brother.

The Tower was a hub of activity.

Workers passed me with quick nods and murmured greetings, their arms full of various items—sealed orders, supply manifests, weapons for distribution.

"Beta," a guard acknowledged, rifle slung across his shoulder as he headed toward the armory.

"Evening, Beta Kael," a servant called, pushing a cart stacked with what looked like meal trays for the night-shift workers.

"Beta," another security officer nodded sharply, radio crackling at his hip as he coordinated patrol rotations.

I returned each greeting absently, my mind still running calculations about the east quadrant stadium. Four weeks to rebuild critical infrastructure. Fifty engineers. Emergency supply requisitions. The composite material...

I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on something other than collapsing domes and impossible deadlines. The kids. I should check on Elliot and Micah, see how they were settling in. With Hades and Eve still out dealing with whatever Cain had been hiding, someone needed to make sure the children were okay.

I made my way through the Tower’s corridors toward the family quarters, the sounds of activity fading as I moved into the more residential areas. Lady Lucinda had volunteered to watch them—probably the only person in the pack with enough authority and patience to handle Elliot’s premature shifting and Micah’s trauma from the Silverpine rescue.

It was strange that a Lycan woman who’d called Eve a mutt not too long ago had changed. But after all that had been revealed—after everything I’d heard she’d been through—if she hadn’t changed, nothing in the world could.

As I rounded the corner to the hallway leading to the children’s room, I stopped short.

Thea stood by the door, her posture strange—hunched slightly, one hand braced against the doorframe. She was peeking through the crack, her body language tense in a way that immediately set off alarm bells in my head.

That earthy musk and soft jasmine hit me like a physical force, and Ajax stirred—restless and agitated. The tug came back—sharp, insistent, more painful than before. It felt like a hook behind my sternum, pulling me toward her.

I approached quietly, my footsteps barely audible on the carpet. But something was wrong. I could see it in the tremor of her shoulders, hear it in the too-quick rhythm of her breathing.

"Thea?" I said softly, reaching out to touch her shoulder.

She whirled around, her hand flying up to fling mine away with surprising force. "Don’t—"

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