My Werewolf Roommate: Love Beyond the Moon

Chapter 4：Lucky's Possessiveness

These past few days, life with Lucky has become increasingly comfortable and routine.

Every morning, I take him for walks in the park, sometimes sitting together to bask in the sun and enjoy the tranquility. I cherish these simple yet warm moments spent with him, as his presence brings me a sense of peace and joy.

However, the calmness of life is always so easily disrupted, and today’s walk seemed destined to be anything but ordinary.

We were walking down the street, the surroundings calm, with people hurrying by. Lucky trotted beside me, occasionally stopping to sniff the air.

As we continued down the road, I noticed a man walking towards us. He appeared to be in his thirties, dressed in a smart suit, exuding an air of calm confidence.

As he approached, he smiled slightly and suddenly spoke, “This dog is truly remarkable, absolutely amazing. It looks so intelligent.”

I looked up and smiled back. “Yes, his name is Lucky. I found him like a stray.”

The man glanced at Lucky, then turned his gaze back to me.

“He’s so full of spirit. You must have a deep bond with him. You know, dogs reflect their owner’s temperament. Lucky must really sense your love for him.”

I was taken aback for a moment, the words a little vague, but I didn’t feel uncomfortable. “I just think of him as a friend,” I replied softly.

The man seemed intrigued by my answer and stepped a little closer. “If you don’t mind, I could take you and Lucky to a nearby café. They welcome pets there,” he said smoothly, as though he had planned this.

I felt uneasy; though he didn’t seem malicious, I didn’t like this sudden closeness. “Thank you, but I have some things to do. Maybe another time?” I smiled politely, trying to avoid further awkwardness.

To my surprise, the man didn’t seem ready to back off. He actually reached out to pet Lucky’s head. “This little guy is really charming,” he said.

At that moment, Lucky’s head shot up, and he let out a low growl, his eyes flashing with caution. I could feel his body tense and alert, a clear signal of his wariness.

The man appeared startled, stepping back a bit. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t think he’d react like that.”

I quickly bent down, gently patting Lucky’s head, trying to calm him. “It’s okay, Lucky. He’s just a stranger.”

Lucky’s eyes remained fixed on the man, still cautious and unrelaxed. I sighed softly, muttering, “Lucky, don’t be like that.”

The man chuckled awkwardly, sensing the discomfort. “Alright, I understand. I won’t bother you any further.” He smiled faintly and turned to leave.

（She’s mine. She’s the only one for me. Why do these people always want to get close to her, even touching her pet? I… I should stop them.

I don’t hate humans, in fact, I really like Lyra. Her scent, her voice, her warmth… I want to protect her, stay with her, never leave. But these strangers always appear around her, and their words make me uneasy, especially that man. His gaze was too familiar, too intrusive.

I can’t let anyone get close to her. ）

“Lucky, you can’t do that,” I chided him softly, though I was still puzzled.

The situation earlier had left me uneasy. Why had Lucky reacted so strongly to the man? He was just an ordinary person and hadn’t done anything overly inappropriate.

Lucky’s ears drooped, and he lowered his head, as though he understood the reproach. His gaze was complex, almost as if trying to convey, “I just want to protect you.”

I found myself understanding his intent, almost as if I had developed some sort of superpower. I couldn’t help but laugh and shake my head.

“You’re such a little guard dog. Looks like I’ll have to teach you how to handle these situations more properly.”

Lucky lifted his head to look at me, a flash of dissatisfaction in his eyes, but it quickly faded as he concealed it.

Just as we were about to continue our walk, the street suddenly became eerily quiet. The usual sounds of the city disappeared, and an air of tension filled the atmosphere.

I furrowed my brow and glanced around, just as I heard a deep voice from nearby, “Stop! Hand over your money!”

I turned to see a man holding a knife, threatening a passer-by who seemed frightened and disoriented.

“Lucky, let’s go!” I quickly grabbed the leash, trying to pull him away, but Lucky suddenly broke free, charging straight toward the robber.

“Hey! What are you doing?!” I was startled, my heart racing as I watched Lucky.

Ignoring me, Lucky lunged at the robber and bit down on his wrist, where the knife was held. The robber screamed in pain, trying to shake Lucky off, but Lucky’s grip was firm, and he wouldn’t let go.

“Let go of me, you dog!” the robber growled, trying to punch Lucky with his free hand. But Lucky nimbly avoided it, darting back in and biting his leg pants.

In the meantime, I quickly called the police, informing them of the robbery taking place. Lucky didn’t relent, being locked into the robber, determined not to let go.

A few minutes later, the police arrived, quickly containing the situation and arresting the robber. Fortunately, the passer-by was unharmed.

（She’s my responsibility. She’s my guardian. Anyone who threatens her must be eliminated.

I don’t care who he is. If he dares to harm her, I’ll make him pay.）

“Lucky, you’re so brave.” I gently stroked his fur, my heart still racing from the close call. I couldn’t help but feel proud of him—his actions were heroic.

“But… that was a bit much, don’t you think? There was no need to be that intense.”

Lucky’s gaze flickered, as if uncertain. “I just want to protect you, Lyra.”

I smiled softly, rubbing his ears. “I know, Lucky. You’re my little hero, but sometimes you need to learn to control your emotions. That was really dangerous, and I was worried about you. Do you understand?”

Lucky lowered his head, looking a bit dejected, almost as if he was trying to say, “I don’t have emotions, I just… I just don’t want to lose you.”I was taken aback, a sudden pang in my chest. “Lucky…”

He lifted his head, looking at me with serious eyes, filled with sincerity and longing.

I sighed softly, brushing his head. “You won’t lose me. Don’t worry.”

In the days that followed, Lucky continued to show a strong sense of protectiveness. Every time we walked on the street, if a man came too close, I would see Lucky’s body tense, his alert gaze fixed on the stranger.

Sometimes, I couldn’t help but laugh. Though Lucky was my pet, he was definitely a little too possessive, almost like a small “possessor.”

“Lucky, you don’t have to be so vigilant with every guy we meet,” I said, laughing as I spoke.

“I’m not that easily attracted to other people, so don’t worry.”

Lucky seemed a little dissatisfied upon hearing this, but he obediently followed me, as if understanding something.

（I know she doesn’t like it, but she doesn’t understand. The moment other men approach her, my heart becomes uneasy. She’s mine. I won’t let anyone take her away.

But… I can’t keep doing this, can I? She’s human, and I’m a dog.

I don’t want to remain just a simple pet. I want to become stronger, more capable of protecting her. I… I want to be the most important person in her life. ）

These small inconveniences and challenges in life, though they occasionally frustrate me, also make me appreciate the time I spend with Lucky even more.

I know that, no matter what happens, I will never be alone because, with him by my side, my life is always filled with warmth and security.