Semua Bab Red Moon Girl: Bride of the Lycan King: Bab 111 - Bab 120

JONEAI wandered aimlessly through the university garden. The evening breeze brushed my face, but it didn’t calm my restless mind. My steps were heavy, dragging against the gravel path, squeaking faintly with every movement. The trees swayed gently around me, whispering as if mocking the foolish mistake I’d made last night.I skipped class today. Honestly, I didn’t care what the professors or my classmates might say. My head felt like it was going to explode. I just needed to get away—from everyone, especially Daran. His words from last night kept replaying in my head, like a broken record stuck on the most painful part."I need their energy to survive. And the purest energy comes from the sacred blood of the red moon. That’s why I bought you from the auction for a high price."I froze mid-step. Standing in the middle of the garden, under a large tree with its dense leaves shielding me from the westward sun, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I could still see Daran’s gaze from last nigh

OWENJonea looked at me with an annoyed glare, but I didn’t give her a chance to argue. She finally gave in and stood reluctantly. “Fine…” she muttered.I took her to a small restaurant on the edge of town. The place was quiet, away from the crowd, and cozy enough for a long conversation. We sat by a window, and I ordered for both of us, ignoring her protests.For a while, we ate in silence. Jonea kept her head down, fiddling with her fork with no real appetite. But I wasn’t here to watch her sulk.“I heard my uncle attacked a female werewolf,” I said casually as I took another bite of food.Jonea choked immediately, grabbing her glass of water to take a hurried sip. “What?”I looked at her seriously. “So you dumped him over that?” I asked bluntly.Her face flushed, either from anger or embarrassment. “What are you talking about, Owen? We just had a fight, like usual—”“Stop it, Jonea!” I cut her off sharply. “Don’t defend my uncle anymore. Whatever you had with him, it’s over. You do

DARANAt first, Jonea was just a source of power to me. A meal. Prey. Whatever you wanted to call it, she was simply part of a plan I had set in motion long ago. That’s why, when her fragile body was put up for auction in the dark market that night, I didn’t hesitate to buy her. No one knew who I really was, and I made sure no one could guess my motives.But there was something different about this girl. Her sharp yet fragile gaze, her meaningful silence, even the way she stood her ground against threats—it all felt unusual. She wasn’t like other humans who avoided or trembled in my presence. Jonea faced me without fear, as if I were just another being. As the lycan king, I hadn’t felt anything like that in ages. She made me feel... at ease."Red Moon Girl," I muttered, watching her from afar. Her body seemed to shimmer faintly under the nearly full moon, her skin glowing with a strange light. Her aura was more like ours, the shadow beings, than that of a human. And she carried a weig

JONEAI was just about to drift off to sleep when a soft knock echoed against my bedroom window. My heart pounded as I sat up in bed, cautiously stepping closer to the source of the sound. Outside, a jeveric with silvery feathers stared at me intently. The creature—a messenger often used for secret missions—extended its claw, clutching a tiny rolled-up piece of parchment.Without a word, I took the roll from its grasp. The jeveric didn’t linger; it spread its wings and disappeared into the night’s darkness. I stared at the parchment, equal parts curious and wary, hoping it was from Aland. But as I unrolled it and read the brief message inside, my eyes widened. It wasn’t from Aland. The sender’s name stunned me.“This can’t be,” I muttered under my breath. In one swift motion, I crushed the parchment in my hand, destroying it. I couldn’t let Daran know about this.The next morning, I slipped out of the house as quietly as I could, making sure my steps were light and nearly silent. I di

JONEAComing home late is always a bad idea when Daran’s involved. I opened the door as quietly as I could, hoping to sneak in unnoticed. But that hope disappeared the moment I saw him standing tall in the living room, his cold expression enough to send chills down my spine.“I’m home...” I whispered timidly, not even daring to meet his gaze.Daran crossed his arms over his chest, his sharp eyes cutting through me. “Where have you been, coming back this late? And you even went all the way to the next town... meeting one of L’s students, no less.”I froze. How did he know? Slowly, I turned to look at Owen, who should’ve been hiding in my shadow. But to my dismay, Owen had already stepped out, standing beside me with a completely innocent face.“He made me go, Uncle,” Owen said, pointing at me.“Me?” I shot back, annoyed, though my voice came out more like a guilty kid caught red-handed. “Don’t pin this all on me!”Daran’s gaze flicked between the two of us, his eyes weighing whether to