The Wolf Lord is Enduring (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 4
“Keeeyng.”
Riello flailed his front paws, trying to escape him, but it was useless against the stern Raphelian.
Raphelian set Riello down on his thigh and slowly stroked his head.
It wasn’t a rough touch, yet Riello felt utterly uneasy.
Because every time Raphelian’s hand moved, the oppressive weight of his pheromones was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, the girl, completely unaware of the situation, calmed her pounding heart somewhat and shyly watched them.
‘So even beastkin, who are said to be far superior to humans, live just the same.’
Forgetting her own plight, the girl twitched the corners of her mouth.
Worried she might laugh out loud, she squeezed her eyes shut and then opened them again.
Raphelian, unconcerned by his cowed younger sibling, urged the driver onward.
The car, passing through a narrow path flanked by tall, slender trees, accelerated.
“Ah.”
Her heart, which had just begun to settle, leapt wildly at the increased speed.
Startled by the tiny, involuntary whimper that escaped her lips, the girl quickly covered her mouth with her hand, glancing nervously at Raphelian.
But despite her efforts, the sound had already reached his keen ears.
Raphelian turned his gaze sideways and looked down.
His clear, sky-blue eyes met her crimson ones.
Startled by the eye contact, the girl flinched and lowered her head deeply.
“You must feel strange. I’m sorry, but please bear with it a little longer. We’ll arrive soon.”
Though the walls he’d built were high, once Raphelian decided to let someone into his domain, he always did his utmost for them.
Raphelian gently clasped her hand, its fingertips reddened and slightly raised.
His warm body heat slowly enveloped her small frame.
Thinking this must be what feeling reassured was like, the girl fidgeted with the hand he held.
“Come to think of it, I haven’t properly introduced myself. My name is Raphelian Rufus Mosteros. What should I call you?”
Wondering how best to ease the tension of his rigidly frozen companion, and realizing he still didn’t know her name, Raphelian asked in the gentlest tone he could muster.
But the girl hesitated, unable to answer right away.
“Um…”
Her face grew as serious as a philosopher lost in deep thought.
Thus, only the vibration of the moving car filled the space between them.
Preoccupied with what to say, the girl forgot the tension that had built up from everything that had happened—and soon, she finally spoke.
“Number 13?”
“What?”
The moment the words left her mouth, Raphelian’s expression turned grim.
Riello, who had been slumped limply in his arms, suddenly lifted his head and stared at the girl.
He even let out a low, rumbling growl.
“Hey?”
“……”
Raphelian grew even fiercer, having lost even the will to ask again.
The girl instantly felt she’d made a grave mistake and shrank back in shame.
“Ah, you can call me anything! It really doesn’t matter!”
Afraid she might get hit, the girl awkwardly tugged at the corners of her mouth to show how harmless she was.
Understanding her intent, Raphelian let out a small sigh.
Then he fell into deep thought.
Raising his hand, he pondered how best to repay the kindness shown to him.
At that moment, the girl’s briefly faded suspicion flared up again.
‘Ah. So he’s going to hit me too, after all.’
Following her learned instincts, she hunched her shoulders and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
But no pain came.
Raphelian carefully stroked the back of her round head.
Surprised by the gentle touch—so unlike pain—the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him.
She felt both embarrassed and sorry for having doubted him.
“El. I’ll call you El for now.”
He gave her a name on the spot.
Since both his own name and those of his siblings were all derived from angels, the only word that unconsciously came to mind was this one, meaning “angel.”
“El. Wow. It’s pretty.”
Her regret for doubting him instantly turned into joy.
Now addressed by a proper name, the girl clasped her hands beneath her chin in delight.
To think she’d be so happy over a name chosen so casually.
Raphelian found himself growing more thoughtful.
He’d believed he was doing his best as the ruler of the North—but now realized that belief had been mistaken.
“Perhaps the gods brought us together so I might recognize my own inadequacies.”
His father had always said:
“You must be generous to the people of your domain.
Listen to them and embrace them with open arms.
If we fail to stand as a support for those who lack, their lives will be unbearably harsh.”
Raphelian’s mouth turned bitter, feeling he hadn’t properly honored his ancestors’ wishes.
“Yes?”
“I’m glad I met you.”
Hiding his bitterness behind a faint smile, Raphelian answered the girl’s questioning look.
Hearing his warm, comforting voice, the girl suddenly thought:
‘Maybe it really isn’t a lie that I’m still alive. This place couldn’t possibly be anything but heaven.’
Touched by the kindness that seeped into her ears, the girl made an innocent yet sorrowful thought.
A sleek black automobile halted before a grand mansion.
True to its status as the residence of the Northern Overlord of the Empire, its grandeur was immense.
As if to heighten their dignity, the massive front gates slid open smoothly, operated by two servants.
The car, which had paused briefly, glided gently into the estate.
Crossing the garden path, it stopped in front of the mansion’s portico.
The head butler, Irina Armen, rushed out looking somewhat flustered, but feigned calmness as she opened the car door.
“Young Master, I have a report to… Riello Young Master!!”
Upon seeing Riello nestled in Raphelian’s arms, Irina was overwhelmed with emotion.
‘Ah, thank you, O gods.’
She felt she could kneel right then and there, clasping her hands in grateful prayer.
Though she knew she’d have to answer for her part in this incident, she was most relieved that the youngest young master had been found safe.
“Irina.”
“Yes.”
“We’ll address responsibility for this matter later.”
Raphelian firmly handed Riello over to Irina.
He understood the child had deliberately slipped away on his own, so they’d likely been helpless to stop him.
Thus, he didn’t intend to punish them severely.
Still, Riello needed to learn what consequences his poor choices could bring—so this couldn’t simply be brushed aside.
“Yes, Young Master.”
Having served the Mosteros family for many years, Irina well understood her master’s intent. Carefully cradling Riello, she bowed her head calmly.
After a brief exchange with the butler, Raphelian reached his hand toward the child still hesitating inside the car.
“El.”
Raphelian called her by that name without the slightest hesitation.
But the girl didn’t immediately realize it was meant for her.
“El?”
“Oh! Oh! Yes!”
The girl, who had been blinking blankly, finally understood he was calling her—and upon that realization, his calm address felt incredibly sweet.
A thrilling shiver ran through her entire body.
“El, come down. I’ll hold you.”
At his repeated call, the girl felt a strange ticklish sensation and slowly reached for the large hand extended toward her.
“Young Master, this child is…?”
Irina eyed the unfamiliar figure stepping from the car with a puzzled look.
“Riello’s savior.”
“Savior?”
How could this tiny human, barely 150 centimeters tall, possibly have saved a beastkin?
Irina couldn’t grasp it at once, but chose not to press further.
She could always ask the driver standing beside the car.
“What about Lady Briel?”
“I’ve received word she’ll be arriving shortly.”
“It’s fortunate we found that rascal before she arrived.”
“Yes. We thought his remaining lifespan was nearly spent.”
“Briel must be worried too.”
“Indeed. I nearly lost my wits trying to stop her from going out to search herself.”
“Give him to Briel as soon as he arrives. They’re twins—yet I can’t fathom why they’re so different. Ah, and summon the personal physician as well.”
“Yes, understood.”
Irina skillfully concealed her curiosity about the child holding Raphelian’s hand and accepted the order.
Without another word, Raphelian led El into the mansion.
The girl—now El—quietly trailed after him.
But upon seeing the smooth, gleaming marble floor, she abruptly halted.
The sudden stop made her sway slightly backward.
‘How can I walk here?’
She couldn’t bring herself to step onto that pristine floor with her filthy feet.
Guessing El’s thoughts, Raphelian gently tightened his grip on her.
“You must be dizzy. You might have hit your head when you fell.”
“Huh?”
Offering her an excuse that wouldn’t embarrass her, Raphelian lifted El into his arms.
Before she could protest, El found herself nestled securely in his broad embrace.
“Eep!”
At her startled cry, Raphelian gave a faint smile and teased her lightly.
“If you fall here, it’ll really hurt—you might even crack your nose or head. Hold on tight so you don’t slip.”
Just as he would with his younger siblings, he subtly loosened his arm a bit to scare her playfully.
Unable to fully cling to him yet too stiff to relax, El frantically grabbed onto his sleeve.
Carrying El, Raphelian ascended the central staircase and then turned onto the right-hand stairs.
He went straight into the bathroom adjoining his bedroom.
It seemed best to give her a thorough wash to remove the dirt and grime from her wounds.
“This arm seems to be swelling more. It’ll be hard for you to lift it. Come here—I’ll help you undress.”
Through the torn sleeve, a dark bruise was visible on her arm, and the area appeared to be swelling gradually.
Observing El’s condition carefully, Raphelian reached out his hand.
But the girl, who had obediently complied until now, began to fidget nervously.
‘Ah! He must think I’m a boy! What do I do?’
El yanked her top down firmly and shook her head vigorously.
She needed to clear up the misunderstanding, but embarrassment kept her from speaking.
“There’s dirt in your wounds that needs cleaning. There might be injuries elsewhere we can’t see, so we should check those too.”
Lowering himself to her level, Raphelian spoke very gently and softly took El’s hand. Startled as if electrified, El stumbled backward—just like a kitten whose fur had puffed up in alarm.
Wanting to appear kind, Raphelian deliberately smiled even more brightly and coaxed her softly.
“I won’t hurt you. Come here, okay?”
He wiggled his fingers invitingly.
Drawn unconsciously by the gentle gesture, El took a couple of steps closer.
But then she snapped back to her senses and refused to move further.
Clutching his sleeve tightly, she bit down hard on her lips.
“El.”
“W-w-wait, alone…”
El stammered, unable to finish her sentence.
Raphelian had thought he was being quite gentle—just as he was with his siblings—but seeing her tension spike so sharply, he suddenly recalled past incidents where he’d made several of the household children cry.
‘Do I look frightening?’
Now that he thought about it, if even the family children cried at his appearance, surely he seemed quite intimidating to this small human.
Though he’d never worried about such things before—even after making several children cry—today was the first time Raphelian seriously questioned his own looks.
As a wolf beastkin, his sharp, intense features were only natural—but now they inexplicably bothered him.
He tousled his neatly combed hair, which he usually kept swept back to hide his cool eyes. He pulled his bangs down over his forehead once, then deliberately softened his voice further.
Feeling it might be impolite to insist further—and sensing she didn’t seem to dislike washing, just hesitant—he decided to step back for now.
“Is that alright?”
“Yes, yes!”
Clutching his sleeve as if someone might snatch it away, El nodded so vigorously her whole body trembled.
Amused by her intense reaction, Raphelian chuckled more freely than usual and straightened his posture.
“Very well. I’ll bring you fresh clothes while you bathe.”
“Yes.”
El replied in a voice so faint it nearly disappeared.
Raphelian, however, heard it clearly, nodded, and turned to leave.
As he stepped outside, he added one more thing—
Worried she might be overwhelmed by the modern bathroom fixtures.
“I’ll send someone to assist you. That’s always how we treat guests in my home.”
“Guest…”
“A very precious guest at that. You saved my brother’s life.”
“……”
“Wait just a moment.”
Before closing the bathroom door, Raphelian gave her a bright, lovely smile—and then shut it.
“Eep.”
At the sharp click of the outer door closing, El sank to the floor as if her legs had melted.
“So pretty.”
The pure, spontaneous remark slipped out before she could stop it.
Strange and bewildering as her current situation was, his dazzling smile was undeniably extraordinary.
To have smiled at her so beautifully—
El stood in the unfamiliar bathroom, utterly entranced.
When the male lead is punished by carrying the female lead’s child and having periods like a woman
“I’ve given birth to two children for you, yet you still think about him.
Was I nothing but his substitute to you from beginning to end?”
Synopsis:
Meng Huan, a scumbag who has dated countless girlfriends, transmigrates to a female-dominated country.
Day 1: Whether it’s female dominance or not doesn’t matter. The beauties here are passionate and amorous. Isn’t it easier to date them than in modern times?
Day 2: After a night, Meng Huan discovers the differences in the female-dominated world. Men here actually have chastity locks and menstrual cycles. This hinders his ability to perform, damn it!
Day 3: What’s wrong with sleeping around? I don’t want you to marry me. I’m meant to be a playboy. I don’t care about male virtues… What? You want to drown me in a pig cage? Marry, I’ll marry!
Day N: Meng Huan inexplicably vomits and receives the shocking news of his life… He’s pregnant.
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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!!