Loving The Cursed Werewolf King-Chapter 225: It’s Ronan!

Arielle looked up quickly. Her eyes met with sharp red eyes in the reflection of the surface of the lake water. She paused for a moment to process what she saw.

Arielle was afraid that what she saw was another hallucination. But gently, the big wolf rested its head on Arielle’s shoulder. The girl smiled widely.

"I thought I was just hallucinating," Arielle said quietly.

The girl turned around and then cupped the face of the wolf in front of her. Arielle took off her blanket and draped it over the animal’s body. Slowly the wolf’s size decreased, and its black fur began to fade slowly.

Arielle continued to pay attention to Ronan’s transformation back into the human form. Fortunately, she brought a blanket with her to cover the man’s body, who was not wearing any clothes.

Ronan took a deep breath. He Arielle’s forehead with his. The tips of their noses touched each other. Ronan grabbed Arielle’s face to get closer to him.

"I missed you, Arielle," he whispered softly.

The girl nodded and hugged Ronan tightly.

"Me too," Arielle replied quietly.

The two of them hugged each other for a while, absorbing each other’s warmth that they hadn’t had the last few days.

"What are you doing here?" asked Arielle, who was confused to see Ronan here now. Not that she wasn’t happy with this reunion. However, last night was a full moon night. Arielle thought Ronan would use his time now to rest.

"I came because I missed you," answered Ronan honestly.

Arielle then let go of their embrace for a moment. She stroked the side of the man’s tired face. He couldn’t hide his eyebags. Likewise with the fine hairs that began to grow around his chin.

"Why not rest in the palace? You look really tired," said Arelle, stroking Ronan’s cheek, which felt rough. Ronan closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against Arielle’s palm.

"Hm... I don’t know, Arielle. All I can think of is that I wanted to meet you. For the first time during my transformation on the full moon last night, I had a little bit of consciousness left, and all I remember was you."

Ronan never understood what was happening to his body. He just accepted whatever happened. There were too many mysteries about his lineage, that he had never found a single point of a clue about the mystery himself.

During his times transforming on full moon nights, Ronan would fall asleep and never knew what would happen. He wouldn’t know if he had messed up something or done anything bad.

During the full moon night, he was forced to sleep, and only his wolf side was active. Ronan couldn’t control what he was going to do next.

However... last night there was something that made Ronan feel strange. For the first time, it felt like a dream. In his dream, Ronan was behind the iron bars where his father locked him up as a child, and there was a woman in white who came to him.

She hugged him and gave him a very soothing warmth. Ronan couldn’t clearly see who it was, but from her long, flowing white hair, Ronan thought it was Arielle.

When he woke up in his bed, his longing was getting worse. William suggested Ronan should rest longer, but he couldn’t help himself to meet Arielle.

Although Ronan still felt very tired, from his transformation into a wolf last night, he turned back into a wolf in the morning to quickly cross the border. Riding the horse or coming formally was just a waste of time. He could run very fast in his wolf form, and it only took him half a day to reach Nieverdell palace.

However, when he got there, Ronan couldn’t find anyone. He then followed Arielle’s scent, which he could faintly distinguish from other scents. And here he was now ... sitting in front of the woman he missed.

Ronan, who felt tired, lowered his body and rested his head on the girl’s lap. Arielle smiled and helped the man adjust the blanket to cover his naked body.

"I am very tired. Can I rest like this for a bit?"

Arielle nodded and gently stroked the man’s thick hair. She felt relieved now. All the restlessness she had felt all day slowly faded away.

Only being close to this man could make Arielle calm down. She had forgotten her grief about her siblings or about her friends who thought she had betrayed the South to go to Northendell.

Her forefinger swiped gently over the scar on the man’s face.

"I don’t know what to feel now," said Arielle, making the man open his eyes slowly.

"Hmm?"

"It’s nice to see you," Arielle said with a blush on her face. "But... I also feel sad because you must be very tired and need some rest. It would be better if you rested in the palace."

Ronan took Arielle’s hand and kissed it gently.

"I want this. Precisely like this, I can return to work properly tomorrow. Then I will pick you up as soon as possible. Seeing you in person is the best medicine I can get to get back fit."

Arielle bit her lower lip as Ronan couldn’t stop kissing the back of her hand. She dared to look down and kissed the man’s lips briefly.

"Thank you for coming. I feel the same way," she replied, making the man’s heartbeat quicken.

Ronan reached out his hand to grab Arielle’s head. Arielle looked down again and gave him a long kiss, as Ronan did the same. Arielle’s hair fell to form a white curtain that framed the faces of the two.

After they kissed for a while, Arielle lifted her face again to distance away. Ronan admired Arielle’s blushing face very beautifully.

"Were you all right in Nieverdell?" asked Ronan quietly.

Arielle nodded slowly. She didn’t want to spoil the man’s mood by telling him about her fight with Andrea. Arielle also didn’t want to talk about anything other than them at the moment.

"Is Sasha taking good care of you?"

Arielle laughed, making Ronan smile too. His mouth was slightly opened in awe of Arielle’s beauty, who looked extraordinary that night. Maybe the bright moonlight gave a natural impression that was so alluring. Arielle looked like a sparkling goddess now.