Hades' Cursed Luna

Attempted Murderess

Eve~

"Mercy?" My father scoffed, the sound of his voice echoing off the sleek marble floors of Lunar Heights, the Alpha's white house. "You don't deserve mercy."

"But Father—"

"Don't call me that!" He growled in my face, his breath hot against my skin. "You don't fucking have one."

"Not after what you did to our daughter," my mother joined in, her voice sharp as she stood by his side, draped in designer clothes stained with blood; my sister's blood, her heels clicking on the floor of the luxurious suite.

Her words shattered me. I was her daughter too.

"I did not hurt Ellen!" I tried to tell them, my voice trembling.

"No, you didn't try to hurt her," a familiar voice interrupted, calm but cold.

Hope surged in my heart as I recognized the voice. I raised my head to meet the brown eyes of my fiancé. "James..." I whispered. He was safe. He was not imprisoned. "Thank the goddess," I murmured under my breath, relief flooding my body for a moment.

He came up to me, his eyes filled with tears. It ached to see him fall apart because of me. It was unfair to him. He knelt in front of me, his hands trembling.

"Eve..." He cradled my face, the coolness of his touch contrasting the warmth of my tears.

"James, I am so sorry," I whispered, hoping against hope that he would understand.

"Just confess," he said softly, the tears glistening in his eyes. "Tell them the truth."

My blood ran cold, and my heart dropped. I hoped I was hearing him wrong. "What... what are you talking about?"

"You don't have to lie anymore. I understand. You were jealous and scared. But you have to come clean." His eyes were pleading, but his words were killing me.

He didn't believe me.

"I didn't do it!" I shouted, desperation lacing every word.

His expression shifted, his face growing cold as he rose to his feet. In one swift motion, he stepped back from me, as if my touch disgusted him. Then, like in a nightmare, he pointed an accusing finger at me.

"You did it, Eve. You told me you were planning something."

My world crashed down in that moment. I stared up at him, dumbfounded. "What are you talking about?" I whispered, my ears ringing from the shock.

James turned away from me and retrieved a small clear bag from his pocket. He dangled it in the air for everyone to see. "This was the poison that I found in Ellen's bedroom, Alpha," he announced, his voice steady and firm.

The room fell silent, the cold air of the house prickling my skin as all eyes locked on the pill bottle in his hand. It was one that I had never seen before. My stomach churned as dread filled me. What was happening?

"That is not mine," I said, my voice trembling. "I did not—"

"Shut up!" My father roared, his voice booming in the elegant room as he stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger and hatred. "Don't lie to us. We are not fools. You were always jealous of your sister. I knew you were the cursed twin. You would kill the blessing on this pack because of the abomination you are!"

Each word felt like a stab to the heart, bleeding me dry. No one believed me.

"Please, you have to listen to me," I begged, rubbing my hands together, tears streaming down my face. "I didn't do this." I crawled toward James, but he recoiled from me as though I were a diseased animal.