Semua Bab Don’t Come Looking for Me, My Mate: Bab 1 - Bab 10

One year after my death, our Alumni Reunion was about to be held.When the news broke that Shawn, now the Lycan King, would be attending, the entire alumni group lit up with excitement.In the Pack Academy Alumni Chat, hundreds of old classmates were messaging nonstop — chatter, emojis, even old photos being dug up.But I remained silent.Not because I was shy.Not because I had nothing to say.But because I was dead — and the dead don't get to hold phones or join group chats.The room I had lived in before my death remained untouched, frozen in time. The curtains still hung the way I had left them. The air still carried a faint trace of my scent.And on the desk — the dried herbs I had prepared to resist silver poison still lay scattered, as if I might return at any moment.But I wouldn't.On the day of the Alumni Reunion, my soul drifted to the place where they were celebrating.It was a grand werewolf hotel, spacious enough to host hundreds of wolves from different packs.Invisible,

The healer advised him to stay in the infirmary for a few days, but Shawn refused.He left right after his wounds were dressed.His beta, clearly worried, spoke up while driving."Shawn, you really should get a full check-up. Your wolf was seriously injured."Shawn rubbed his temples and leaned back in the seat, his voice low."Who's handling the accident scene?""Gamma Dave," the beta replied quickly.Shawn didn't respond. He simply closed his eyes, exhaustion washing over him like a wave.When they arrived at his den — a grand mansion that stood like a silent fortress — the front doors opened automatically. One by one, the lights inside flicked on, illuminating the cold, elegant interior.He walked in without a word.I floated silently behind him, my soul drifting through the familiar halls, taking in every corner, every piece of furniture.I couldn't help but sigh.That poor wolf who once wasn't even welcomed by his own pack... is now the Lycan King."You can go now."But his beta d

His eyes bled crimson, his claws fully unsheathed—And in the next second, his wolf took over.A massive beast burst forth from his body and collapsed to the floor, howling in agony.The room shook.The walls trembled.His pain cracked the silence open like thunder.But no one could answer his wolf's question....The entire afternoon, Shawn's expression remained dark and cold.Several werewolf leaders left his office one after another—each of them clearly rattled after being sharply criticized.Outside the office, they wiped the sweat from their foreheads."Sheesh… What's wrong with the Lycan King today?""We didn't even make any mistakes.""Yeah, I don't get it either… But stop talking and get back to work before we're next!"With that, the hallway quickly emptied, leaving only unease behind.As the sun set, Shawn stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling window.The golden light poured in, stretching his shadow across the floor—long and lonely.I hovered behind him, watching.There was

That night, Shawn completely lost control.He smashed his fists into the window again and again,until blood streamed from his knuckles and painted the glass crimson.I hovered in the air, frozen in place.I never expected he would react like this... just because he saw Julia.When the servants rushed in with the medical kit,he kicked it aside violently."Get out!" he roared, voice hoarse with fury and pain.For a long moment, no one dared approach him.Then a sharp voice cut through the tense silence."Shawn, are you trying to kill your wolf?"I turned around in shock.An old wolf, his fur almost entirely silver, stood at the entrance.He walked in slowly, the weight of age and wisdom clinging to his every step.Shawn froze, his bloodied fists trembling."Grandpa? Why are you here?"The old wolf's voice was low but stern."Why wouldn't I come? I heard that the friend of that vicious girl came looking for you."At those words, Shawn collapsed to the floor,his hands dripping blood ont

My soul… it felt like it was thinning.Was I about to fade away?At the charity gala, I followed behind Shawn, utterly exhausted—body and spirit.I knew, deep down, this would probably be the last night I could stay by his side.Shawn looked immaculate in a tailored suit, surrounded by alphas and nobles from different packs.When he first entered the werewolf elite circle, several veteran leaders assumed the his clan was in decline and tried to take advantage.But Shawn retaliated swiftly and ruthlessly.He had always been cold and unyielding—no one could take anything from his hands."Lycan King."That voice?I turned around—it was Kelvin Smith, the director of FullMoon Airlines.During our training sessions, I'd heard him speak before. His voice was unmistakable—deep, rough, commanding.What truly stunned me, however, was the female wolf on his arm—my former chief flight attendant.Shawn was about to walk past, but paused and lifted his glass toward Kelvin."Mr. Smith."Kelvin was vi