Rejected Luna: Untamed Desire Of The Lycan Alpha - Chapter 335: Husks

Some people are destined to meet, even if one is in Heaven and the other in Hell.Rose Prison, the number one prison in the real world!Here are detained the world's top criminals, business elites, political giants, super hackers, and even nuclear weapons experts. What happens when such a group enters the Virtual World?Heroes' Prison, the number one prison in the Virtual World!Here are held the most legendary heroes and Magical Beasts, the Harbinger of Doomsday, the Remote Ancient Demon Emperor, the Troll Chieftain, bounty hunters, and even the mighty—Gods! How powerful would one be, carrying such a prison with them?In fact, the world itself is a prison, and to attain true freedom, one must change the world!

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there.Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream.“Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!”“Like a game?”“Uh . . . sure.”“Great, I’m in!”And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System.Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style.**[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads.The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience.|| Excerpt ||[WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!]“Then serve me . . . properly.”The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars.“Y-yes your majesty.”Xue Li’s hand trembled slightly as she dipped the towel into the warm, fragrant water, her breath catching as she squeezed it out over Han Feng’s shoulders.The water cascaded down his chiseled frame, tracing every ridge and contour of his muscles. She swallowed hard, focusing intently on her task, though her heart raced like a drum in her chest.She began at his shoulders, her touch gentle as the towel glided over his skin. His scars, a mix of old battles and untold stories, caught her attention, and she hesitated for a brief moment before continuing.The warmth of the water mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and the intimacy of the moment sent a shiver up her spine.Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip.Xue Li obeyed, her movements becoming more deliberate as she ran the sponge across his chest, down the defined lines of his abdomen. Each stroke felt unbearably sensual, her fingers brushing his skin as she worked.She tried to maintain her composure, but the proximity to him, the sheer physicality of his presence, made her feel as though the air had thickened.When she reached his arms, he extended one lazily, letting her clean him as though it were his divine right. Her hand moved carefully, trailing down his forearm to his wrist, her touch so soft it almost tickled.Han Feng’s silence was oppressive yet charged, the pressure of his gaze pinning her in place.As she lowered the sponge to his torso again, her hand faltered briefly near the sharp line of his hipbone. The water ran over his skin like liquid fire, and her breath hitched when she noticed the slight curve of his lips, a hint of satisfaction playing there.“You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch.“I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse.Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?”Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on.“Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?”

A knife in the pregnant Luna’s belly.All evidence points to the Alpha’s scorned concubine.Althea didn’t do it.But no one will believe the wolfless omega who was rejected, humiliated, and made his slave.So she runs—straight into the Red Mist and into the jaws of the one creature that even the Alpha hunting her fears.---Thorne Vargan, the Hellhound of the North Clan, swore bloody retribution on everyone responsible for destroying all he had ever known—especially the woman who beheaded his mother.As fate would twist it, that woman’s daughter stumbles into his hellish domain…And Thorne is not letting her go.He claims her.As captive.As leverage.As vengeance.But the fates have a different tale to weave as something in him hungers for her in ways far more dangerous than hate.Her scent tempts him.Her fear intrigues him.Her secrets threaten to set his blood—and the entire pack system—on fire.And while Thorne pins her to his world with claws and shadow, the Alpha she fled is coming.He wants his little omega back.

The universe is grand and incomprehensible.Civilizations rise and fall every cycle.Death is only a number; mortals are innumerable.Fate is influenced, destiny is manipulated, and what is inevitable is rewritten.Only in ascension can one achieve eternity; however, destruction is always in wait.War and death are omnipresent, and the center of all conspiracies rises, too doubtful to place his trust in anyone or thing, besides himself.This is a story of cosmic ascension, outerversal domination, and finally, returning to origin.