บททั้งหมดของ Luna Lisa: The Tale Of The Cursed Wolf: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Lisa locked herself in the bathroom the moment Reinhardt showed her inside. Her body was a mess...clothes torn, wrist bruised, her cheek still hot and tender from the slap she had received.She stepped under the shower, naked, stunned, letting the cold water run down her skin as if it could rinse away the memory of everything that had happened. She prayed it was a nightmare, one of those wild fantasies she conjured from the mythical werewolf movies she loved so much.Maybe she had fallen asleep watching one.Maybe she was trapped in one now.She pinched herself...right on the areola of her nipple, the sharp sting meant to jolt her awake.But nothing changed.The water still fell.Her heart still raced.The fear remained.This was real.If she could hide in this bathroom forever, she would. But then she heard it. Reinhardt’s deep voice cutting through the hum of the shower.“Hey, Lisa.”He had carried her, literally borne her, into his private apartment adjoining the headquarters. The

She dragged herself through the narrow alley that led to Reinhardt’s apartment, her makeshift prison for the last eight months. She had lied to Tesa, saying Reinhardt wanted him to help manage the family finances, which was why they had been “kind" enough to keep her in the building. But even as she said it, she knew Tesa didn’t believe her. Lately Tesa always seemed tense, on edge, and Lisa rarely saw her anymore. Lisa was still lost in these thoughts when she realized she had reached the apartment door. She took a slow breath, steadying herself, preparing for the next day when she would attempt to infiltrate Belltown territory. She prayed, as always, not to cross paths with Reinhardt. Most days, her prayer was answered; he was barely around anymore, coming home late that is if he came home at all, and sleeping out most nights. None of that mattered to Lisa, not really. Reinhardt rarely smiled at her, rarely spoke to her, and she preferred it that way. All she wanted was to prove h

“Why?” Lisa finally broke the silence.They lay beside each other, motionless, the air between them heavy after the intensity they had shared. It felt as though both of them were only just returning to themselves.“Why that?” Reinhardt threw the question back, his voice low.Lisa didn’t answer. She pushed herself up from the bed and moved toward the bathroom.“No need,” she said without looking at him. “Get out of my room. I need some time alone, Reinhardt.”She shut herself into the bathroom.Reinhardt remained where he was, confused by the sudden shift in her mood. The warmth of the moment had vanished too quickly, replaced by a cold distance he didn’t understand.He searched the room as if answers might be lying around him. Had he been too rash? Too careless? Had his lack of restraint made him lose whatever fragile ground he had gained with her?In the bathroom, Lisa turned on the shower. Water cascaded down as she stepped beneath it, scrubbing herself as if she could wash away the

“Lena… look who we have here.” A thunderous voice echoed through the dark dungeon where Lisa was confined. Her hair was yanked back roughly, her face swollen from repeated blows. She stirred weakly, half-conscious, barely clinging to awareness. Her eyes struggled to focus on the figures moving toward her. “Hello, Lisa.” The voice was soft, sonorous, one she barely recognized. Lisa tried to lift her head. Her hands were already bound to chains, restrained like an animal. The cold metal bit into her wrists. Then she heard it. The slow roll of a wheelchair. The wheelchair… the voice… “That’s Veronica’s mother,” Lisa realized through the haze. Lady Gertrude’s arch-enemy. Lena. What is she doing on enemy ground? It’s too soon for the Schmidts to send a negotiator… especially for someone like me. “Lena,” the coarse voice spoke again, “I’d say your instincts are usually sharp. But why would you need this kind of person?” Lisa didn’t need to see him to know. That voice… the conf

Lady Helga rose slowly. The shift in the room was instant—like gravity itself tightened. Even through a virtual projection, she radiated raw power. She was the only other female among the Elders apart from Gertrude, yet stronger than every single one of them in sheer physical might. The youngest Elder. The one who had never spoken out of turn. Until now. Reinhardt straightened unconsciously. Elder Kasper reacted first. “Helga! Do not—” Her voice crashed over his. “I will speak, Father.” The entire council fell silent. Even Gertrude’s smirk faded. Helga’s blue eyes locked on Reinhardt. “You deserve to know the prophecy of the Argus Panoptes.” The room erupted. “Helga!” “Not here!” “That prophecy is forbidden.” She raised a single finger. Every voice died. “Enough.” Her tone wasn’t loud. It simply allowed no defiance. Kasper looked shaken, truly shaken, for the first time Reinhardt had ever seen. Helga continued: “I am not saying L