Tame or Be Captured (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 006
“Uh… I… that is… I didn’t see anything at all!”
He quickly shut the door and left.
Jackal, still puzzled by his odd behavior, stared toward the door—then suddenly realized his current pose was highly inappropriate.
He was straddling her, wearing only a loose robe that left his entire chest exposed.
Asha, too, seemed to realize this just then, and her face flushed bright red with embarrassment.
His body was like that of a wild horse—broad shoulders, a sculpted chest, and rock-solid abs, all packed with dense muscle.
With the flimsy robe leaving so much exposed, she couldn’t decide where to direct her gaze.
When Asha quickly turned her eyes away, Jackal hastily stepped off the bed and pretended to look elsewhere with feigned calmness.
“…Sorry, but considering we’re already fugitives, we can’t afford to keep someone dangerous around—even at the cost of our lives. I’ll take care of you until your wounds heal, but after that, you must leave this place.”
Asha, now fully conscious, said in shock,
“But I…!”
“You’ve already failed the trial. You’re not fit to become Lycaon.”
Asha fell silent.
Though the test had been harsh, it was true—she hadn’t passed.
Lowering her eyes dejectedly, Jackal spoke again.
“Now you understand firsthand just how weak you truly are. Don’t ever pull such a reckless, foolish stunt again—unless you’re eager to shorten your life.”
Having finished, he stomped out of the cabin with cold indifference.
Asha couldn’t bring herself to tell him that she had returned from the past.
Even after regressing in time, she never expected the Emperor to trip her up again.
For some reason, she felt like crying.
Jackal arrived at the hideout, where a drinking party was in full swing.
But the moment he appeared, his subordinates exchanged glances, whispered secretly among themselves, and snickered.
Jackal fixed them with a cold, stern look and said icily,
“I came hearing you were holding a feast, but it seems you were all preparing your own funeral meals instead.”
His ominous words instantly silenced the boisterous hideout, leaving only the howling of a cold wind.
Yet they still couldn’t fully wipe the smirks from their faces—they’d already heard everything from the comrade who’d witnessed the misunderstanding earlier.
They assumed that since she’d been missing, Jackal must have been enjoying a private, intimate moment with her.
One member muttered cheekily,
“Our boss, as expected—never leaves a woman alone. A true man through and through.”
Jackal thought they were referring to the fact that he’d personally gone to fetch Asha, but then Naji darted out from the group and asked innocently,
“Boss! Is it really true you’re going to take that lady as your mate?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Everyone said you’re performing a very important rite to become a real man! They told me not to disturb you because you’re too busy!”
Unable to hold back anymore, the members burst into laughter at the boy’s naive remark.
When Naji glanced at him curiously, Jackal followed his gaze down to his own body—and suddenly went, “Ah.”
He looked exactly like someone who’d just stepped out of a bedroom.
He’d been so engrossed in talking to Asha that he’d completely forgotten to change clothes before leaving.
Jackal raked his fingers roughly through his hair.
“Damn it…”
After saying such cold words to her, he couldn’t possibly go back now to hurriedly get dressed.
“…I don’t know what you’re all thinking, but nothing happened—so keep your mouths shut.”
Giving up on returning, Jackal walked over and plopped himself down on a wooden barrel at the central table.
Sosa approached, arms full of bottles, and sat beside him.
He grinned and said,
“Everyone’s glad you brought a woman here for the first time.”
“She’s not my woman—why are you all so happy?”
Jackal snatched a bottle and gulped it down straight from the neck.
Though he spoke nonchalantly, he drank with an uncharacteristic heaviness, sinking deeper into silence.
Sosa, sensing his foul mood, wisely dropped the teasing.
But soon after, some particularly tactless members—already drunk and boisterous—shouted,
“Boss! Isn’t your mate coming to join us?”
Jackal froze mid-air, bottle in hand.
“I’ve said it before—that woman isn’t my—”
Just as he began growling with a menacing glare, the door suddenly burst open.
Everyone instantly stopped talking and turned to look.
Jackal frowned slightly as he turned his head.
There stood Asha.
The gloomy hideout seemed to brighten instantly upon her entrance.
Her lustrous golden hair shone like a halo, and her porcelain skin paired with mesmerizing violet eyes made her utterly captivating.
The members gaped in awe.
With graceful steps, Asha arrived before Jackal.
“You…”
She stared directly at his slightly flustered face and asked,
“May I sit beside you?”
Until that moment, the members had been frozen, staring blankly at Asha—but her words acted like a magic spell, and they all cried, “Ooh!” and began banging their bottles wildly on the table.
Afraid this would only fuel more gossip, Jackal nearly refused—but then realized he had no valid reason to do so.
It was their rule here: whoever you brought in, you were responsible for.
He’d clearly said she could stay until healed—so coldly rejecting her request to sit would only embarrass himself.
Without a word, he simply gestured for her to come closer, and Asha quietly took a seat beside him.
Though their difference in size was striking when seated side by side, they looked like a perfect pair—beauty and the beast.
Jackal pretended not to care but glanced sideways at her.
Just moments ago, she’d worn a wounded expression—but now sat peacefully, as if nothing had happened.
When Yuris brought over tableware, Asha even smiled sweetly and said, “Thank you.”
Jackal watched her cautiously, as if she were an enemy spy, slowly tilting his bottle to his lips.
Asha, however, had frozen with wide eyes at the sight before her.
It was a massive wild boar—roasted whole from head to toe.
Having lived in the Imperial Palace until she’d opened her eyes in the snow, she hadn’t seen such a crude, savage dish in ages.
She kept raising and lowering her hands, hesitating—having nearly forgotten how to eat such food.
Then, suddenly, a large hand appeared beside her.
Jackal tore off a huge boar leg and tossed it to her indifferently.
“Eat.”
“Oh—thank you…”
Asha took the meat in both hands, and he immediately turned back to his drink as if nothing had happened.
The members spotted this and giggled among themselves again—but Jackal, too tired to explain, just kept drinking.
Asha stared seriously at the meat for a long while.
Unconsciously, the courtly manners she once despised had become second nature.
Regardless of taste, she hesitated—unsure if it was proper to tear into a leg so greedily in front of everyone.
Noticing her hesitation, Jackal suddenly snatched the leg back.
Asha’s eyes widened, and she reached out plaintively.
“Ah! My meat…!”
“If you don’t want to eat it, forget it.”
“Who said I didn’t want to eat it?”
She spoke with a slight, wounded pout—unintentionally looking adorable.
And “my meat,” of all things…
Finding her oddly cute, Jackal snorted a laugh and tossed the leg back at her.
“Guard your food well. Here, everyone fights for their own bowl.”
Asha nodded, took the meat, and stared at it with intense concentration, even furrowing her brow.
Finally, after swallowing hard, she took a big bite—and her eyes shot wide open like a rabbit’s.
The juices and tender texture melted in her mouth—absolutely delicious.
“It’s amazing…!”
She couldn’t help but blurt out the exclamation.
Jackal paused mid-drink and glanced at her with a slightly sour expression.
He’d never seen a woman so openly, honestly delighted by food.
But the members were already smitten, nodding enthusiastically with dreamy “aww” faces.
Asha struggled hard to suppress her urge to wolf it down—completely ignoring the stares around her.
Surely palace cuisine was more refined and elegant—but whether from hunger or because this flavor simply suited her better, she couldn’t think straight.
The Head Chef watched her eat with evident satisfaction and brought out more dishes.
“You must be starving after such a long journey, miss. Eat plenty—and please look after our Boss well from now on.”
“Look after what?”
Jackal waved his bottle dismissively from beside her, grumbling as if shooing him away—and the chef hurriedly stepped back.
Jackal tore off the opposite boar leg and took a huge bite.
Chewing with an indifferent face but astonishing speed, he seemed secretly quite the glutton.
Asha found herself staring unconsciously at him—his obvious enjoyment naturally drew her eyes.
Sensing her gaze, he glanced sideways while chewing.
Asha jumped in alarm, quickly lowered her head, and began vigorously spooning the bean-pickled soup before her.
The members had now returned to their own boisterous drinking and chatter.
Only now did Asha finally relax enough to carefully observe her surroundings.
The hideout was dim and gloomy, filled with the smells of sweat and alcohol, and echoing with the loud, hearty laughter of men.
It was a raw, untamed world—but somehow, it felt full of genuine human warmth.
How long had it been since she’d seen such a scene?
She’d only ever known people in stiff uniforms or extravagant gowns, suffocating under rigid court etiquette.
Seeing men so casually bare-chested left her unsure where to look—but strangely, she felt as if she could finally breathe.
Just then, sensing her distraction, Jackal quietly spoke from beside her.
“…Are you really going to keep acting like my mate? I thought our discussion was over.”
“Don’t worry. I don’t intend to be your mate—I plan to earn recognition as a hunter. I’ll surely be useful to Lycaon.”
At her shameless reply, Jackal stared at her incredulously.
“As I said earlier, with that frail body of yours, do you really expect the crew to believe you can be a hunter?”
Asha said earnestly,
“I have something to show you. I’ll explain everything—just wait a little. Right now, I’m absolutely starving.”
Jackal’s expression grew even more incredulous—but Asha diligently continued eating the food before her.
She thought she was eating heartily to restore her strength, but to Jackal, her portions looked pathetically small.
Suddenly struck by a mischievous idea, he called out to the Head Chef.
“Wid, bring that thing for this young lady.”
The Head Chef paused his knife mid-chop and turned to him with a meaningful look.
When yandere male lead believes she loves him — but she never did
“How dare you!”
“How dare you make me love you, only to cast me aside as nothing more than a friend?!?
“I will never accept that.”
“I will never let you return to him.”
“Even if I have to burn myself to ashes.”
“Even if I must shatter my purity, my dignity, my very soul.”
“I will never let you escape me!”
This was the first novel that introduced me to the matriarchal genre. I’ve read it three times already!
At first, the male lead despised the female lead. Later, he misunderstood that she liked him, so he condescendingly and reluctantly reciprocated her feelings.
Then, he suddenly discovered that she was kind to everyone in the same way, and there was already someone she cherished in her heart, and that person was not him.
The male lead couldn’t believe it, he became angry and crazy. He was determined to capture her body and heart by any means necessary.
Synopsis:
Want to see how a green tea bitch male lead falls in love with the female lead?
Want to see how he flirtatiously pursues the female lead?
Want to see how he gets slapped in the face repeatedly?
The male lead is a green tea bitch, a poisonous lotus, jealous, ruthless, unscrupulous, with a venomous heart, and he’s also a delusional maniac.
The female lead is righteous, positive energy-filled, kind, a holy mother.
Let’s see how two people with extreme personalities come together~
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No way…did Karaf set up this situation with the assassin or kidnapping attempt to earn points?
Not practically, it is a form of torture. Jackel didn’t jump into the water on his own while tied to the boulder.
It seems backward that the Empress is invited to a Duchess’ tea party.