Chapter 40

Blood Manor

I led my people forward as we moved into the sacred ground.

Soon, we arrived at the center, where there was a tower.

The tower was called the Moon Tower, named after the Moon Goddess. It was very tall and ancient, almost piercing through the clouds in the sky.

I led everyone toward the entrance of the tower, where someone was already waiting for us.

“Greetings, my Lord,” the man bowed respectfully, his head almost touching the ground. His face held absolute dedication and reverence.

“Hmm,” I nodded.

He shifted aside as we stepped into the tower. The inside was simple and elegant, bearing an ancient aura and the vicissitude of time. The air inside was thick, almost celestial, and different murals adorned

the walls.

A stone table carved from dark alloy gems was at the center, with a black obsidian chair behind it. This was the reception and administrative center of the sacred ground.

“Have any of the Lycans arrived yet?” I asked, my eyes fixed on the werewolf who welcomed us.

“My Lord, three Lycan Lords have arrived with many Alphas,” he replied respectfully, his head still bowed.

“Although I heard rumors that other Lycan Lords might have arrived already but haven’t shown themselves,” he added.

I nodded in agreement. If a Lycan decided to hide his tracks, even Alphas would find it difficult to trace him-much less an ordinary guard.

“Are there any important updates from the Elders?” I asked further.

“The Elders have dispatched letters to be given to Lycan Lords. You will find more information when you

get to read it,” he answered, handing me a scroll parchment. “Although, I heard that the rules of the wolf conference this time are going to have changes,” he added hurriedly, with a fawning look.

“Change of rules.”

Interesting.

This wolf conference isn’t going to be simple as in the past.

“If you don’t mind, my Lord, let me lead the way to your manor,” he said, eager to please.

I smiled faintly, releasing just a trace of my aura.

Immediately, he shivered in shock, almost falling flat.

Blood Itonge

His fawning behavior was too obvious, but I said nothing.

These guards and ordinary wolves always liked to fawn over powerful Alphas and individuals to gais their favor. And being a Lycan, I had seen countless people-even women-throw themselves at the just to gain status and climb the social ladder.

Being under a Lycan would place them above many wolves. Some could even interact on equal grounds with weaker Alphas.

Having lived long, I had already comprehended the hearts of living creatures and the schemes of their minds.

“Lead the way,” I commanded.

“Y-yes… my Lord,” he stuttered, bowing hurriedly, almost stumbling over himself.

“This way, please,” he gestured as he began to walk, and we followed behind.

Every Lycan Lord had a private manor in the sacred land-a privilege envied by Alphas and ordinary

wolves.

The others had to make use of the general accommodation arranged by the council.

Although those residences were not bad, being made based on status and rank, they could never compare to the private manors of Lycan Lords.

Such was the difference in hierarchy and status.

In the werewolf world, there was a strict division of rank.

At the very top were the Lycan Lords.

Then the Council Elders.

And then the Alphas. For example, if a Lycan Lord was assigned a six-star hotel, the Elders and powerful Alphas would be assigned five-star, and weaker Alphas four-star, while the rest could only occupy three- star and below.

Such was the werewolf world-everything was based on strength, status, bloodline, and power.

If you wanted to enjoy preferential treatment, then you had to have a stronger fist. That was the rule of the world.

We walked for about ten minutes before arriving at the front of a manor.

On the gate were boldly written in ancient characters:

Blood Manor.

It was named after my pack and had been used by generations across centuries

I stood in front of the familiar gate and breathed in deeply.

A sense of nostalgia washed over me

How time flies.”I muttered stepping forward.

Comments

บ

Support

Share

*15 Bonus

+15 Bonus

Blood Manor

Inside the manor, everything was very tidy and neat. It was grand and refined, with beautiful decorations and interiors to match. The maple floor was shiny, almost reflecting my image as we stepped in Grand upholstery adorned the space, carefully arranged in a way that spoke of wealth, order, and long-standing tradition.

Everything looked the same as it was the last time I came. Nothing had changed. Not a single detail out of place. It felt… familiar. Almost too familiar.

The manor had a general living room large enough to contain about fifty people, yet it still didn’t feel crowded or suffocating. The space was wide, open, and carried a quiet elegance that only places like this possessed.

The manor had two floors and different rooms to accommodate everyone. The master’s bedroom was on the far end of the left wing after you climbed the stairs-isolated, private, and reserved only for me.

“Welcome, my Lord,” two maids stepped forward and bowed deeply.

“Rise.”

“Take my suitcase and the lady’s things to the master bedroom,” I commanded without looking at them for long.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw Olivia-a faint blush creeping across her face again. Whether it was from the “lady” title or something else, I didn’t dwell on it. 1

“Yes, my Lord,” they both chorused, stepping out quickly toward the carriage to carry out the task.

I turned toward my pack members. “Please make yourselves comfortable. You can explore the place, but keep a low profile.”

“Yes, Alpha,” they all bowed in unison.

“Remember, the left wing upstairs is out of bounds,” I added firmly. Then turning to Olivia, I gestured slightly. “Let’s go.”

I had barely taken three steps when someone suddenly held my hand-

“Alpha… can I stay with you at the left wing upstairs?” Kate asked, her voice low and soft, almost purring like she was trying to appeal to something deeper.

“I… promise not to disturb you. I will be very quiet-you wouldn’t even notice that I’m there,” she added quickly, her tone almost pleading now as she tried to convince me.

I paused.

For a moment, I actually considered it. It wasn’t a big deal. She could easily stay in Andrew’s room at the other end of the left wing. There was space. There was no real inconvenience.

But something about it didn’t sit right with me.

Something felt… off.

Allowing her to stay that close-while Olivia was here with me-just didn’t feel right

Still-

“Fine,” I said eventually.

“Thank you! I knew you are the best,” she giggled happily, throwing a quick glance at Olivia before trying to wrap her arms around me.

I stepped aside before she could touch me.

She froze for a brief second-embarrassed-but quickly recovered.

Without paying her any more attention, I moved closer to Olivia and took her hand instead.

“Let’s go.”

“Hmm,” she nodded softly.

We both climbed the stairs while Kate followed behind us, her presence lingering like something unwanted.

“You shouldn’t have allowed her to stay there,” Argon’s voice echoed in my head, low and dangerous

“I know what I’m doing,” I replied internally.

“Our mate is here,” he growled, but I ignored him and kept walking, my grip still around Olivia’s hand.

Olivia was… quiet.

Too quiet.

And somehow, that unsettled me more than anything else.

Maybe she was tired, I reasoned. The journey had been long, stressful-and for someone without a wolf, she was already pushing her limits.

Her eyes wandered everywhere, taking in every detail of the manor. She didn’t even look at me.

Even when I squeezed her hand slightly-just to get a reaction-there was nothing.

No response.

She just kept looking around like I wasn’t even there.

That… didn’t sit well with me.

I frowned slightly.

But wait-

Why was I even bothered?

I’ve been the one avoiding her since we left that town

So why does this feel different?

Annoying.

I exhaled quietly.

She’ll come around.

She just needs rest.

That’s all.

We finally reached the master’s bedroom. I placed my thumb against the lock, and the door clicked open instantly.

We stepped inside together.

Shortly after, the maids entered behind us and placed our suitcases down. Without wasting time, they began unpacking everything neatly, arranging items with precision and care.

The room slowly began to take shape-ours.

After a few minutes, they were done.

“My Lord, my Lady, is there any other task you have for us?” they asked, heads bowed.

“That will be all for now,” I dismissed them with a slight wave of my hand.

They left quietly, closing the door behind them with such care that not even a sound escaped.

Silence followed.

Heavy.

Noticeable.

Now… it was just the two of us.

I turned to face her-