Semua Bab Luna Lisa: The Tale Of The Cursed Wolf: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Thud! Thud! Thud! Reinhardt couldn’t control his movements as his fists slammed repeatedly against the desk. “This curse… it’s glowing more than necessary! At this rate, I’ll die! But why.....why is the trail spreading so fast?” He groaned under his breath, his eyes tracing the faint glow that once remained confined to his palm. Now, the light had crept past his wrist, crawling up his forearm, inching its way toward his heart. It was the same curse that had killed his father and his uncle. Smell of burnt skin permeated the room. Reinhardt gritted his teeth as pain surged through his arm. The glow beneath his skin pulsed violently, spreading faster than before. He fumbled for his phone. “Bertolt… come to my room. Now!” By the time his brother burst through the door, Reinhardt’s body had already shifted...fur bristling, claws extended as he tried to stop the curse trail from reaching his heart. “Brother! Why did you shift? Is there an attack?” Bertolt’s own voice trembled as hi

The faint glow on Reinhardt’s forearm began to retreat slightly, and the sharp anguish that had seized him last night dulled to a tolerable throb. “Lisa is close… her scent is stronger. It’s making the curse retreat,” he muttered under his breath. He shot a glance at Bertolt, who stood watchfully by the door. “Go welcome the ladies,” Reinhardt ordered quietly. “Lisa is near.” Bertolt’s nostrils flared, his eyes flicking toward the corridor. “I smell it too, brother….” The door opened. Ursula and Brunhilde stepped in first, with Lisa trailing behind them shyly. “Reinhardt, Reinhardt, here you are!” Brunhilde burst out before even greeting him properly. “It’s been ages since I saw you, brother. You just love shutting me off, don’t you? You always see Bertolt and Ursula more than me. Just because I don’t want to work in this boring company.” Reinhardt smiled faintly. “No, Brunhilde. I’m just always busy. I’m sorry, Sister.” He stood to kiss her cheek. Ursula and Bertol

It was already night when Lisa got back home. She was sobbing quietly. She hadn’t expected the treatment she’d received from Bertolt, not after everything that happened. Lisa fumbled through her contacts, thumb hovering over Tesa’s number, but she stopped just before dialing. “Tesa would be asleep,” she murmured. “And I don’t want to disturb her with my whining. She already warned me about these Schmidt people… proud, arrogant. I thought I was different.” She collapsed onto her bed without even changing into her nightclothes. “Bertolt… I only saved your brother,” she whispered to the ceiling. “Why the anger?” Her phone screen dimmed beside her as her thoughts drifted. Should I call Reinhardt? Would he even want to hear from me? She hadn’t realized how much she’d grown attached to him. His quiet inscrutable presence always drew her in. He hadn’t spoken to her since the time they almost kissed, and she couldn’t tell whether he felt the same or not. “I know he wasn’t going to kis

The next day, Lisa contemplated knocking Reinhardt’s office. Why am I so tense? she thought, biting her lip. Yesterday… so much happened… she sighed, and instead of knocking, she decided to head to her own office. “Lisa… hello,” a calm voice called, and she suddenly became aware of her surroundings. Reinhardt was standing behind her, as if he had been waiting. “Hi… hi… hi, Mr… ehm… Reinhardt,” she stuttered, feeling her face warm. “I wanted to let you know I’m around and… if there isn’t anything to balance in the finances…” She clasped her fingers tightly, searching for words. “Oh, Lisa, no problem. I’m quite okay,” Reinhardt said, his usual sangfroid demeanor intact. “But I’d like you to help me with a business partner in Ohio. You’ll monitor the operations there for three days.” He handed her a card. “Ahem… I…” Lisa faltered, trying to find her voice. “Are you busy with something?” Reinhardt asked, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. “No… no, I’m just… astonished tha

"Reinhardt, I want to go see Ursula and Johannes,” Bertolt said as the family Porsche drove through the big gates leading to their home. “You can’t go now, Bertolt. I have something for you to do,” Reinhardt replied from the back seat, his eyes still closed. “Is Brunhilde back from Europe? The last time I saw her, she said she was going to Switzerland.” “No, she’ll be away for a while, like always. She told me she’s heading to Africa next,” Bertolt said, sounding annoyed. Reinhardt smiled a little. “Only heaven knows what she’s planning to do there. Probably something related to fashion, as usual.” “Reinhardt, what task are you talking about? I haven’t seen Ursula in a long time,” Bertolt said, his voice rising. “What, Bertolt? Can’t you stay a few months without seeing her? Yes, she’s your fated mate, but the family comes first. We’re in the middle of a strange situation with this curse we don’t understand, and all you can think about is Ursula,” Reinhardt said coldly. “I’m not