Room.of Requirement นิยาย & เรื่องราว

**Raina’s POV** I glanced around the dimly lit room, amusement creeping into me. “So, what do you think?” Rowan asked, a smirk on his lips. “Do you like our sex room?” I felt my cheeks burn. The room was dimly lit. A large bed with satin red sheets sat at the center, facing a wall of floor-to-ceiling mirrors which had glowing red LED lights on the sides. At one corner, there was a 360-degree spinning swivel swing. I didn’t know how it worked, but I had seen it in some magazines.

Joonwoo leaned back on his bed, letting out a small sigh as the window dimmed. But then another glow appeared smaller, tucked neatly at the bottom of the interface. [Romanticism Points: 600] A faint icon blinked beside it. Joonwoo squinted. “hmm… where should I even use this?” He tapped it, and another window unfolded like a page turning in midair. [Romanticism Shop] – Locked Requirement: All Attributes ≥ 50

Large, panoramic windows offer breathtaking views of the surrounding wilderness, allowing natural light to flood the interior and creating an inviting atmosphere. Inside, the ambiance is warm and welcoming. Each werewolf has a comfortable bedroom that reflects their individuality, featuring adjustable mood lighting and soundproof walls to ensure privacy. The rooms are equipped with smart technology that allows inhabitants to control temperature, lighting, and even the scent of the air using natural essential oils. Plush bedding and minimalist furnishings create a sanctuary for rest and reflection after rigorous training sessions.

"This is not her room. Alpha Miles has made no such arrangements." The girl's eyes widen with alarm. "She says—" Before she can finish, the door swings open fully, and Miss Roxy strides in, her heels clicking against the hardwood floor. Two omegas follow behind her, struggling with her heavy suitcases. "Well, well," Roxy says, surveying the bedroom with satisfaction. Her eyes drift over the king-sized bed, the elegant furnishings, the personal items that still speak of Luna Rhea's existence here. "So this is where I will be staying. It is nicer than I expected."

As they approached, the doors swung inward. The room was a master suite that defied the decay of the rest of the house. A fire roared in a black marble fireplace. Fine silk drapes covered the windows. And in the center of the room sat a massive, four-poster bed draped in black velvet. [Objective Complete: Master’s Chamber Found.] [New Objective: Spend the Night. Synchronicity Requirement: 90%.] [Hazard Alert: The Master’s Shadow. He only strikes those who are 'Disconnected'.]

He started violently shaking the railing of my bed in an attempt to force me into handing over the batteries. "Hurry up and give me the batteries! I need to turn on the AC! I'm the Holy Son of Frost! Can you bear the responsibility if I overheat and melt?" I steadied the violently shaking bed and shoved him away. I shot back coolly, "Stop making a scene. I let it slide before because I didn't want to argue with you. This dorm belongs to all of us. Why should I put up with your unreasonable demands? Holy Son of Frost? Only able to stay in temperatures below 50°F?

Maybe Scarlet never got in because she was always in his room instead. “Maybe your boss got dizzy from his obsession with revenge and gave you the wrong room assignment. I’m fine with one of those normal ones we passed earlier. This one looks like a whole house on its own.” “Exactly.” “What?!” He smiled faintly. “The room behind you is fully furnished. It has a bathroom, sofa, closet, mini pantry, television, and refrigerator. The only thing missing is a stove—since cooking is done in the main kitchen, you’ll still need to go out when it’s mealtime.”

Roman pushed them open, pulled me inside, and slammed the door shut behind us. The heavy thud of the lock clicking into place echoed through the quiet room. I swallowed hard, my heart jumping into my throat as I looked around. I had been in Roman’s room before for movie nights or to hide from pack drama, but tonight, the space felt entirely different. The king-sized bed was draped in dark charcoal sheets, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the glittering grid of the city below. The room smelled overwhelmingly of him—pure cedarwood, top-shelf liquor, and the heavy pheromones of a fully awakened Alpha.

“I’ve been told that I have a mean streak in me.” He opened the door and motioned for them to enter a room that was lavishly decorated with several custom couches and a fully stocked bar along one wall. The woodwork was detailed with 3D ivy vines made from mahogany climbing the casings. Flat screen TVs hung on three walls and currently played a slideshow of the Crescent City Pack. “You’ll be able to watch all the events live. In the next room is where the girls can stay with their tutor,” Marcus explained. “We haven’t gotten one yet,” Electra admitted.

It doesn’t look like much. Ronan hauls me to the door and tries to shoulder us inside. The door fights like it remembers old wolves, then relents. Inside is a single big room. Thick-timbered walls, a bed big enough to fit a medium-sized orgy, a stone hearth with stacked wood. A shelf with bottles and bandages and oil. A cabinet. A drain in the corner floor. Bars in the ceiling timber. Not for cages. For choices. My mouth goes dry and lust claws up my spine, hot and breathless.