The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 3
The girl hung her head as if she had committed a crime, picking at her fingertips.
Her ear tips and nape seemed faintly flushed.
Seeing her so dejected and spiritless, Raphelian felt he had asked something unnecessary—even if it had only been a precautionary formality.
“I’m sorry.”
‘Sorry?’
At his unexpectedly sincere apology, the girl lifted her deeply bowed head.
Her eyes, gazing at him, shimmered.
It felt different from anyone she’d ever met before—too genuine to be mere pretense of kindness.
Yet a faint doubt lingered as to whether this was truly sincere goodwill, so she cautiously began to speak.
“Why… why would you say something like that…?”
“Questions like that should be asked a bit more carefully.”
“Is that so?”
“Yes. If I hurt your feelings, I truly am sorry.”
Had anyone in the world ever considered how she felt?
Her hazy doubt seemed ready to crumble into pieces.
It felt as though an exception had finally appeared amid all the painful experiences that had defined her life.
Her accumulated experiences and rational suspicions slowly crumbled, and she began to think this person might be different.
He felt utterly unlike anyone she’d encountered before.
His worried touch, gentle gaze, soft voice, and thoughtful consideration—
All of it was genuine sincerity, not feigned for others’ approval or some fleeting pretense.
Her large, candy-like eyes sparkled clearly.
“So that’s how it is.”
Her gaze, which had been fixed on him, dropped downward to stare at her toes.
Her cheeks and the corners of her eyes flushed pink.
This blush was of a slightly different kind than the one that had reddened her ears and nape earlier.
He was the first person ever to care about something like this.
For some reason, her chest felt light and buoyant, as if swelling gently.
She felt inexplicably shy.
“That’s right.”
“Thank you for caring about how I feel.”
Pushing away the unfamiliar fluttering in her chest, she bowed her head politely with gentle eyes.
In Raphelian’s life, people who expressed gratitude so purely and without ulterior motive were exceedingly rare.
Even if she hadn’t saved his younger sibling, even if she hadn’t given him an immense sense of liberation, he wanted to take someone with such pure energy home and raise her as part of his family.
Like his ancestors before him, he often brought talented individuals into the family fold—and now he was determined to take this small human home.
“Then, won’t you come with me? I’d like you to come to our house, receive treatment, and also talk about how you saved my younger sibling.”
Raphelian urged her with complete sincerity.
He was even somewhat confident she’d give a positive answer.
The girl let out a low hum at the utterly unexpected proposal, then fell silent.
If someone could care even about the feelings of a worthless creature like her, perhaps it would be alright to follow him.
But when she saw her own reflection in the shop window, she couldn’t bring herself to accept.
‘I shouldn’t go with him.’
“No, really, I’m fine. Please just go on ahead.”
She immediately rejected his offer and stepped back slightly.
“Huh?”
Everyone usually seized even the tiniest opportunity to become entangled with Mosteros, and everyone longed for an invitation like his.
Having lived his entire life this way, Raphelian never anticipated rejection—and was utterly bewildered. He even wondered if he were dreaming.
Seizing the moment while he stood dazed, the girl quickly bowed her head, determined not to ruin this rare kindness she’d just received.
“Then please take care. I should be going now.”
She turned away from him with remarkable ease.
Her departure was so refreshingly decisive, without a trace of regret, that even Raphelian’s faintest lingering suspicion vanished completely.
‘Is she really just going to leave like this?’
It wasn’t suspicion—it was downright absurd.
Who in the world would save none other than a Mosteros and then walk away without a second thought?
For the first time in his life dealing with people, Raphelian felt impatient.
‘This is really…’
To achieve his goal, he realized he’d have to make a good impression on her.
He let out a dry chuckle at this unprecedented situation.
Yet it didn’t feel unpleasant—in fact, he was almost glad to have met someone like her.
He hurriedly caught hold of the benefactor who was about to leave without asking for anything in return.
“Wait, hold on. You seem fine now, but tomorrow you might ache somewhere unexpectedly. Wounds like this shouldn’t be taken lightly.”
“……”
“And since I owe you my life, I must properly repay you. Please let me return your kindness.”
The way he held onto her looked strangely earnest.
The girl was left speechless by his repeated pleas.
She’d rarely met anyone who showed her such kindness, so she didn’t know how to respond.
More than anything, she feared that if she became too entangled with this rare, gentle person, his goodwill toward her might shatter.
After all, she lived in a den of thieves.
‘If he finds out I live in a thieves’ den, even this kind person will surely despise me…’
She bit down hard on her dry, flaky lips.
“Little one?”
“I really am fine. It doesn’t hurt at all. I may look like this, but I’m perfectly okay. So please, just go on ahead.”
She shook her head firmly, rejecting his offer once again.
Though it hurt, she could still move, so it probably wasn’t broken—and a mere scrape like this would heal quickly with time.
She simply wanted to remain a good memory in the eyes of someone so noble and beautiful.
But Raphelian couldn’t just let her go.
Setting everything else aside, he couldn’t possibly leave an injured person unattended.
He was a man of strong responsibility, and letting her leave like this would violate his conscience.
So he opened his mouth again, prepared to do something he’d never done before—genuinely persuade someone, not those who’d approached him with ulterior motives.
“I don’t know if you’ve heard of Mosteros.”
“I have. The Mosteros Dukedom. How could I not know, living in the North?”
“Then you’ll understand. In the Mosteros household, any kindness received must always be repaid. As the eldest son of Mosteros, I must set an example for my family. Don’t let me break our family’s tradition and become a heartless rogue who ignores an injured person.”
“A—a rogue? You’re nothing like that to me at all. And there’s no kindness to repay anyway.”
“No kindness? You saved my younger sibling’s life! You deserve to be treated as our family’s honored benefactor. And you should give my sibling a chance to properly thank you.”
She stared into his honest, kind eyes.
Those deep blue eyes seemed to pull her in, as if tempting her.
Following him might open a world she’d never known before.
His azure eyes kept telling her, again and again: trust me, I’m different from everyone you’ve met until now.
Yet she hesitated—because her life so far had been anything but easy. The shadow of her fearsome boss kept trailing her, making her waver in her decision.
“I…”
“And setting everything else aside, you really ought to take better care of yourself.”
Raphelian glanced at the bruise on her arm, which looked like it might swell soon.
‘It must hurt…’
Even if she didn’t think as selfishly as others did, at the very least, she should tend to her own pain.
Now he found himself deeply concerned about what could have made this young person neglect even her own body.
“Huh? What did you just say…?”
Following his gaze, the girl asked dazedly, her voice trailing off.
His words had shaken her fragile heart.
To someone who’d always been told she was useless, his single sentence resonated deeply.
“There’s no one in the world who’s okay with being in pain. No one who shouldn’t seek treatment when hurt. Please start valuing yourself a little more.”
“Do I really deserve that?”
“Of course you do. You have invaluable worth. Look—even now, your very existence has saved another’s life. That makes you precious beyond measure.”
She couldn’t tear her eyes away from his steadfast, blue gaze.
‘Precious and invaluable worth…’
She’d been abandoned even by her own parents. Yet a complete stranger was telling her she was precious, urging her to cherish herself.
‘I was told I’m useless—that’s why I was abandoned…’
Her chest fluttered strangely, so much so she even felt like scratching it.
“You can’t avoid pain entirely, but I’ll make sure you heal quickly. And shouldn’t you see what your worth has already brought about? Claim what you truly deserve. Will you come with me?”
Raphelian straightened his posture and held out his hand.
He wasn’t sure she’d take it, but he saw no rejection in her crimson eyes.
So he decided to take the chance.
The girl stared blankly at the pale, soft-looking hand extended before her. She’d clearly said it was fine to leave—but her heart and body refused to obey.
‘My worth… what I truly deserve…’
These were words she’d never heard before, enough to shake her to the core—and even make her forget the terrifying boss who haunted her thoughts.
As if bewitched, she timidly grasped his outstretched fingers.
Raphelian looked at the hand holding his with an unusually gentle expression.
For a moment, he felt as proud as if he’d won a grand tournament or discovered a magnificent treasure—his chest swelling with quiet satisfaction.
A faint smile lingered at the corner of his lips, which were usually set in an unreadable, impassive line.
Only after riding quite a distance with Raphelian in the carriage did the girl realize she’d done something extraordinary.
‘What have I done by taking his hand? Why on earth did I follow him, of all people?’
She’d only ever watched this clattering metal contraption from afar—never imagining she’d actually ride in it one day.
Even now, having climbed in on her own two feet, she couldn’t fathom how this had happened.
And the biggest problem in this baffling situation was this:
‘I’ll only get scolded a bit by the boss… but ugh. I must stink.’
She wanted to sniff herself all over to check.
But unable to bring herself to do something so embarrassing, she suppressed the urge and instead nervously picked at her already split fingertips.
‘I only saved a puppy from getting run over… Why wasn’t it actually a puppy?’
Of all people, it had to be the youngest master of the Mosteros Dukedom.
A direct descendant of that wolf shifter clan, said to stand at the pinnacle among the Empire’s four great houses.
The more she thought about it, the more she felt someone as lowly as herself shouldn’t share the same space as him.
On the other hand, her filthy appearance—so starkly contrasting with his—made her want to hide in a mouse hole.
‘Should I jump out?’
Tensely, she rolled her eyes sideways.
She swallowed hard at the scenery rushing past at dizzying speed.
‘Will I… die? I probably will.’
She quickly dismissed the dangerous thought.
Besides, she didn’t even know how to open the door.
Trying not to let Raphelian notice, she carefully turned her gaze back from the window, keeping her neck rigidly still.
Then she stole a glance at the strikingly elegant man beside her.
Perhaps perfection was a word coined just for someone like him.
His smooth, sharp jawline and gracefully straight nose—she couldn’t find a single flaw.
She wanted to keep looking at his mesmerizing figure, but afraid he’d catch her staring, she quickly lowered her eyes.
“Kyiing.”
Just then, Riello, the young wolf shifter nestled in her arms, let out a plaintive whine.
Having insisted stubbornly on being held by her, Riello now rubbed his head against her hand, seeking attention with adorable coyness.
“So soft.”
Relaxing slightly at the gentle fur tickling her palm, the girl giggled softly.
Riello then sat up, placed both front paws on her shoulder, and opened his mouth wide.
“Ah.”
“Riello, don’t bite.”
Riello, who’d been about to show affection in a very wolf-like way, was swiftly stopped by Raphelian.
With one long, graceful motion, Raphelian plucked Riello away.
Startled, the girl watched the dangling wolf until their eyes met.
“I’m sorry.”
At his apology and the gentle curve of his lovely eyes, the girl gasped sharply and quickly looked down.
‘Bad for my heart.’
Clasping her hands tightly together, she tried desperately to calm her racing heartbeat.
While she struggled alone, Raphelian stroked Riello’s fur with smooth, soothing motions.
The soft fur swayed gently under his hand.
Riello immediately burrowed into his arms, acting spoiled.
“Spoiling won’t work. Neither will cuteness.”
“Knying.”
“You’re at a stage where your body and strength are unbalanced—I’ve told you repeatedly that your human form might suddenly revert.”
“Wang.”
“If your human form drops unexpectedly, you won’t be able to move for a while, which is dangerous. That’s why I’ve always told you to take an attendant wherever you go.”
“……”
Whimpering, Riello drooped his ears sadly and hid his face with his front paws.
Raphelian promptly lifted his younger sibling with both hands.
This revealed Riello’s hidden eyes, forcing him to meet his older brother’s gaze.
“But sneaking out of the house? You’ll just have to witness the consequences of your thoughtless, careless actions. Every action carries responsibility and a price.”
Male lead says he’s pregnant — and it’s female lead’s child
Something seems a bit off about this world.
Wang Zhao thought as she watched a pregnant man walking towards her…
Intro
Female lead finds herself in a world where the men who possess the ability to bear children.
As she navigates this unfamiliar reality, she is caught off guard by the sudden appearance of her boyfriend, who reveals that he is pregnant.
Is this truly her boyfriend?
Why can’t she recall any details about their time together?
She begins to doubt whether the child her boyfriend is carrying is even hers.
Is there a hidden reason behind her amnesia, or could it be a side effect of her sudden arrival in this strange new world?
Just when it seems the protagonist’s life couldn’t become any more entangled, her ex-boyfriend makes an unexpected appearance, raising questions about the protagonist’s past.
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Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
Our poor El! I can’t believe this injustice! I thought this family would surely have someone follow her. Also why is she being referred to he. Did the others also believe she was a boy? The gas to have known she was a girl!
For a child to be used to such abuse that it’s programmed into their instincts is upsetting. How did el raise herself to be so good-natured? And why was Ralph’s only idea to adopt her? You think she would be okay with that? Good luck though!!