บททั้งหมดของ Worshipping His Human Luna: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 15

Thomas Caldwell crouched low against the damp, loamy earth of the Greycrest Pack's ancestral forest, his gnarled fingers tracing the faint, almost imperceptible indentations in the soil. It was not a rogue wolf. It was not a trespasser from a rival territory. It was their own Alpha.For the past three days, Roman had been a ghost—a phantom leader who had abruptly abandoned his post. He had missed the sacred lunar council, ignored the quarterly corporate review that maintained their empire's human facade, and blatantly dismissed Thomas’s daughter, whom Thomas had strategically placed in Roman’s executive office to secure their bloodline.Thomas stood slowly, brushing the dark dirt from his impeccably tailored suit trousers. His amber eyes narrowed as he looked past the ancient pines toward the glittering, polluted skyline of the human city in the distance. Roman was hiding something.The pack was murmuring, the restless energy of the wolves bubbling into a dangerous anxiety. An Alpha d

What secret is he hiding?That single, looping question had kept Maya awake all night, playing like a broken record in her mind. She stood by her apartment window, staring out at the rain-slicked city streets, clutching a mug of coffee that had gone cold hours ago. Her reflection in the glass looked hollow, the dark circles under her eyes a testament to the strange, bone-deep exhaustion that had plagued her for weeks.It was a fatigue unlike anything she had ever experienced. It wasn’t just physical tiredness from opening the new bookstore; it felt as though a vital piece of her soul was desperately reaching out for something just out of her grasp, draining her physical reserves in the process. She felt fragile, constantly shivering, with a bizarre ache in her chest that only seemed to subside when Roman Blake was near.But last night, that mysterious exhaustion had been violently overridden by pure, unadulterated terror.The power outage. The sudden, pitch-black darkness. And then… t

Can she escape the billionaire?The question echoed mockingly in Maya’s mind as she yanked with all her strength on the heavy brushed-steel handle of the penthouse door. It did not budge. There was no click, no give, not even a millimeter of slack. It was as if the door had been welded shut the moment she stepped inside.Panic, cold and sharp, spiked through her veins. She dropped her bag and grabbed the handle with both hands, planting her feet against the doorframe, but the biometric lock remained completely unyielding.“Hey!” she shouted, banging her open palm against the solid mahogany. “Open this door! You cannot just lock me in here!”Silence answered her, swallowed quickly by the cavernous expanse of Roman’s living room.She spun around, her chest heaving as she took in her surroundings. The penthouse was a masterpiece of modern architecture, featuring floor-to-ceiling windows, dark marble accents, and sleek minimalist furniture. It was breathtakingly beautiful. It was a fortres