The Luna's Harem

Chapter 91: Every Single Day

"Severin, do you still wish to die?"

The air drifted past them like a soft whisper as their eyes held each other’s gaze. Severin offered Lynsandra a small smile and reached for her cheek, caressing it gently with his fingertips.

"Yes," he answered under his breath.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, her eyelids narrowing slightly. "Is that so?"

Then, that sucks.

Slowly, she looked away, gazing up at the sky full of stars. For a moment, silence stretched between them until her soft voice broke it.

"Severin," she called quietly, her eyes still on the sky. "Do you remember our time in that place?"

He studied her for a moment before looking away. Narrowing his eyes, the softness in them shone as a faint smile curved his lips.

"Yes," he whispered. "Every single day."

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[Flashback]

It was true that Severin lived a frozen life.

He lived in isolation on a secret island, alone in an old mansion untouched by the changing tides. The only living things around him were wild animals, trees, and a few pets he cared for.

Why?

Because there was no point.

For him, living among society and blending in was both meaningless and exhausting. He would have to move from place to place every few decades to avoid suspicion about his unchanging appearance — change his name, assume new identities, pretend to be someone he was not.

Worst of all, he had to watch the people he considered friends grow old and pass away.

So he chose seclusion.

He even avoided the vampire council—a small community of pureblooded nobles and ordinary vampires who lived in their own isolated society.

Being alone suited him.

He had grown used to it.

In fact, he had already been preparing to sleep in his tomb for another thousand years, simply to pass the time.

But just before he could do so, something happened... in his usually mundane night.

He was sitting in his usual spot by the window, an empty canvas before him and crumpled sketches scattered across the floor. His brows twitched when he caught movement in the forest surrounding his mansion.

Narrowing his eyes, he spotted a figure—drenched and soaked in blood—staggering toward his estate.

"... "

From that distance, Severin followed the figure with his sharp gaze, blinking slowly in confusion. Even those from vampire society would not come here unless absolutely necessary.

Curious, he decided to investigate.

With his speed and familiarity with the land, he reached the figure in no time. She was already close to the mansion, so the distance was short.

When he stopped, a woman lay sprawled on the pathway.

Her clothing was ripped, deep wounds marring her exposed skin. Her hair hung in tangled, heavy clumps, as if it had never properly dried.

But above all...

"A wolf?" he murmured as he stepped closer.

The moment he entered her vicinity, she suddenly leaped to her feet.

She landed several meters away, baring her teeth. Yet her eyes were lifeless—nearly unconscious. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

And still, she growled at him, grinding her teeth at the dangerous presence before her.

She’s moving purely on instinct and willpower, he thought.

Without warning, she lunged at him, claws extended. Fur began to bloom along her cheeks and arms.

If she were in better condition, she would have been much faster. But now, she was too slow — too injured — yet still determined to fight.

TAK!

Severin did not indulge her hostility. As she attacked again, he vanished from his spot and reappeared behind her, striking the back of her neck with a precise chop.

The remaining light in her eyes faded instantly.

Her body collapsed forward, but Severin caught her before she hit the ground, hooking an arm beneath her stomach.

"... "

Curiosity flickered in his eyes as he studied her, unsure what to do next.

Should he throw her off the island and hope the tides carried her away? Or place her in a boat with a white flag and send her back?

"Aren’t you a wolf?" he murmured.

In one smooth motion, he lifted her into his arms. Looking down at her dirt-streaked face, partially hidden by strands of tangled hair, he blinked.

"Why aren’t you healing?"

Regardless, he carried her back to the mansion to treat her injuries.

Though he rarely left the island, Severin had encountered countless werewolves in the past. They were the natural nemesis of vampires, as if designed to oppose one another.

For a werewolf not to heal, there were only a few possibilities.

First, she might possess unusually weak regenerative abilities, but even the lowest-ranking werewolves healed quickly.

Second, she might have been wounded by pure silver. freēwebnovel.com

Or third, she had fought so relentlessly that her regeneration could no longer keep up with the damage.

If he had to guess, it was the third.

He brought the unwelcome visitor into his home and took her to his bedroom—the only space he maintained regularly.

He laid her on his bed, untouched by anyone but him for decades, and began cleaning her wounds in silence.

She was filthy, dirt embedded deep in her injuries.

He prioritized washing them first, removing shards of debris lodged in her skin. When he pulled out a particularly large shard embedded in her heel, fresh blood flowed freely.

And strangely, werewolf blood should have been no more appealing than that of a pig. Yet his eyes glowed faintly at the scent.

"How?" he muttered, glancing at her.

Instinctively, Severin covered his nose with the back of his hand and hurried out of the room as the sweet scent thickened in the air. It wasn’t that she hadn’t been bleeding before, but most of it had been dried and clotted. He believed some of the stain on her clothes wasn’t her blood at all.

He pushed open a hallway window and inhaled the cool night air, steadying himself. His chest rose and fell slowly.

Looking back toward the bedroom door, his throat bobbed as confusion gleamed in his eyes.

"Who..." His brows knitted. "...is she?"

A flood of questions surged through his mind, something that hadn’t happened in decades.

For so long, Severin had stopped wondering about anything. But now, questions erupted within him as if heralding a premonition... that his dull, colorless existence was about to change.