The Luna's Harem

Chapter 30: Should We Kiss?

Lynsandra and August sat across from each other, tea and light snacks arranged neatly on the table between them. So far, he hadn’t bored her even a little, and he wasn’t even trying.

"I’ve always found the West Pack interesting," she hummed. "As the world continues to evolve, your pack follows along... or rather, even moves ahead. Far more than the Royal Pack can keep up."

"What I find most interesting," she continued, her voice slow and thoughtful, "is wolves treating humans when our kind has no real need for such."

Werewolves possessed natural regenerative abilities. The stronger the wolf, the faster they healed. Although they did not live as long as vampires, their lifespans were still considerable. That didn’t mean they lacked healers or doctors of their own — those were simply needed for different conditions.

Unlike humans, they were not as fragile.

"The majority of the world is filled with humans, and humans are feeble creatures, Luna," August replied casually. "Amusing or not, they also tend to give up everything they have to save a single life."

"Blending in with them and having power over them are two entirely different things. Our pack was fortunate that our predecessor understood this," he continued, maintaining a faint smile. "Because of that small decision, our pack contributed greatly to the western region of the continent — a contribution that now extends across it." fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Money, power, influence — these were merely the surface of the business his pack ran. With the trust of the so-called one percent secured, their hospitals had become the sole light of hope in humanity’s darkest and most vulnerable moments.

August was renowned not only as the Alpha of the West Silver Claw Pack, but also as a gifted doctor. A man whose reputation earned him the title of an angel without wings.

It was said that any patient he touched would be cured. Hence, the demand for him.

Not to mention his immense contribution to modern medical advancement.

August... was an impressive individual, and that was for sure.

"How interesting," Lynsandra said, resting her cheek against her palm. "Though, I would be disheartened if I were your patient and heard that my doctor had yet to decide whether he found me amusing."

"If you were my patient," August replied smoothly, "I would not have to wonder for long."

"Oh?" She tilted her head. "Would you find me just as amusing?"

He didn’t answer right away. His smile stretched slightly as he lifted his teacup, his eyes peering over its rim directly at her.

"What would be amusing," he said calmly after a sip, "is whether you would give up everything for me to cure you, like everyone else... or force me into it."

Lynsandra chuckled softly. Still cupping her cheek, her free index finger traced the handle of her teacup. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

"You forgot to add... or perhaps the only ward you’d see me in would be the morgue?"

He laughed quietly. "Hopefully, that won’t be the case, Luna. After all, you seem... fine now."

"Fine, now?"

"I don’t wish to overstep," he said evenly. "But I am a doctor. Whether I like it or not, I can tell when someone is unwell at first glance. It would be an exaggeration to say I was worried because I wasn’t. I am here, after all, for reasons you already understand."

He paused, setting his cup down carefully. "Even so, it does bother me how easily Luna Lynsandra can hide her pain without anyone noticing."

The faint smile on her lips faded slightly as she studied his unchanged expression.

"For as long as I can remember, I’ve treated patients as part of my duty as heir," he continued. "While I couldn’t diagnose you at a glance, I could tell this much — every breath you take hurts like hell."

"Impressive," Lynsandra said, leaning back and finally taking a sip of her tea. "Tell me — were you waiting for me to fall to my knees? For my facade to finally crack?"

"I was," he answered simply.

"Hm." She tilted her head, unbothered by his honesty. She preferred this type of honesty to a blatant lie.

"Then that makes me wonder," she said slowly, her gaze sweeping over his face. "Had I reached that point — desperation, when maintaining this facade became unbearable — would you have helped me?"

"I would have," he said without hesitation.

"At what cost?"

A quiet chuckle escaped him. Instead of answering immediately, he raised his pinky.

"At the cost of this," he said. "For the other thread to be tied to yours."

"I thought so."

"I believe you and I are quite similar, Luna," August mused. "I don’t like it when others are wasting my time, so I don’t waste others’ time. I keep my intentions clear because I dislike confusion. While I can’t claim I love you — or even that I like you — I am interested in you."

Lynsandra arched a brow, tilting her head as she listened.

"However, I also understand that we may — or may not — fall in love," he continued, his voice steady, his gaze unwavering. "Marriage is already complicated for those who enter it for love. What more for those who do so out of necessity?"

He paused, offering her a small smile. "With that in mind, I would rather have a fair and peaceful relationship. That way, whether love comes or not, we can still coexist."

Lynsandra chuckled softly. "Doesn’t that contradict what you said earlier?"

"Everything I’ve said has been the truth, Luna," he replied with a nod. "I would be tempted to have you abolish this harem and declare me your Alpha, but not at the cost of a miserable marriage where killing each other becomes the only escape."

Silence settled between them as the night breeze caused a ripple on the surface of their now-cooling tea.

Slowly, Lynsandra’s eyes narrowed.

"No wonder you’re at the top of the list for Alpha Consort," she murmured, earning a quiet chuckle and shrug from him.

She leaned forward, resting her arms on the edge of the table.

"August Benedict," she said, her eyes gleaming with interest until her eyelids drooped dangerously, "should we kiss?"