Hades' Cursed Luna novel Chapter 462

Chapter 462: Let’s Take A Chance

Kael

The doors slid shut behind me with a soft hiss, and suddenly we were alone in the small space. I placed my hands on either side of her head, caging her in without touching her—my body forming a barrier between her and any escape.

"Kael—" Her voice was barely a whisper, and I could see her pulse hammering in the hollow of her throat.

"Please," I said quietly. "Just... let me say this. Let me apologize properly."

She was trembling, I realized. Not from fear—I could smell the difference—but from something else entirely. That same pull I felt, that tug behind my sternum, was clearly affecting her too. Her scent—earthy musk and jasmine—was overwhelming in the confined space, and Ajax was practically clawing at my insides to get closer to her.

But I didn’t move. Neither did she.

"Look," I started, and gods, even now I couldn’t help myself. "A year ago, I would have convinced myself this feeling was stress. Exhaustion. Maybe early heart disease from too much coffee and not enough sleep." A breathless laugh escaped me. "Hell, I would’ve gone to Dr. Eloise and demanded a full cardiac workup before I admitted what this actually is."

Thea’s breath hitched, her eyes going wide with something that looked like panic. "Don’t—"

"You feel it too," I said, and it wasn’t a question. "This pull. Like something in your chest is trying to crawl out and reach for me." I paused, then added with a weak smile, "Which, admittedly, sounds like the start of a really terrible horror movie, but—"

"Stop." Her voice broke on the word.

The humor died in my throat. "We have six weeks, Thea. Maybe less. Six weeks until a war that could kill us both. Until the Blood Moon turns our people into monsters and Darius’s army tears through everything we’ve built."

"Kael, please—"

"And look, maybe—" I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair. "Maybe this is just trauma bonding, right? We almost died together, we went through hell, and now our brains are all scrambled and confused. Maybe in a normal world, we wouldn’t even look at each other twice."

Hope flickered in her eyes, like I was giving her an out.

"Except," I continued, my voice dropping lower, "I know that’s bullshit. Because I’ve watched Hades and Eve. I’ve seen what this is. And Thea—" I leaned in just slightly, watching her pupils dilate. "This isn’t trauma. This is fate. And I’m terrified of it, but not as terrified as I am of walking away from you."

Ajax was snarling in my head, demanding I close the distance. The mate bond was like a living thing between us, pulling tighter with every passing second.

"You’re a Werewolf," I said quietly. "I’m a Lycan. We’re supposed to be enemies. Hell, a year ago I probably would’ve crossed the street if I saw you coming." I tried for another smile but it came out crooked. "Now I can’t breathe right when you’re not in the same room. So either I’m having that heart attack, or the moon has a twisted sense of humor."

"Because you’re cruel," she whispered, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks. "You’re cruel to make this a joke when you know—when we both know—"

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