MTL - To Hold One’s Joy - Chapter 37 hold on

I possessed the body of a villain who torments the male protagonist in a tragic story and dies.Before meeting the male protagonist, I managed to endure my miserable life with survival skills and magic.When I finally met the male protagonist:“Get lost.”He bared his teeth like a kitten.But as we got a little closer,“Lila, help me.”I worked hard to take care of this unexpectedly pitiable young master.And then…“Lila, do you love me?”“What?”“I’m asking if you love me.”“…Young Master.”“I love you.”“…”When I was too stunned to respond, he smiled and approached me.“Lila, tell me you love me. If you do, I’ll give you everything I have. Okay?”It seems I raised him too well.The young master I had so carefully raised began to obsess over me.

Mathew survived the entire two weeks of the apocalypse. A great score for someone blessed with brains over the brawn. Yet, even he fell after just fourteen days, giving his all to save the one person he cared for.

But why does a death looks like watching himself from the third person perspective? Is this the purgatory to watch over his own shoulders at the mistakes he made? A punishment for Mathew's sins to repeat those mistakes over and over again?

But wait, what are the three clocks in the corner of his vision, one of which only five minutes away from ticking out?

In the vampire-ruled kingdom of Mildelar, the Blood Games stand as the ultimate form of entertainment—savage battles between familiars, humans bound to their vampire masters through blood pacts. Far more than mere spectacles, these brutal fights determine the prestige of noble families, shaping their power and influence across the realm. Lyon, a young human saved from death by a blood pact with the alluring Arya Valakys—one of the king’s daughters—is unwillingly thrust into this cruel world. Bound to his mistress, he is forced into relentless battles to elevate her standing.Lyon, however, stands apart from other familiars. While they derive their strength from the fear of punishment, he draws his... from having dirty thoughts about his mistress!

I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.