Lord Griffin's Mighty Return

Chapter 2

After what felt like an eternity, the man suddenly coughed up water and began to breathe again.

"Thank goodness. He’s alive!"

Selune let out a shaky breath, relief flooding her chest. But even though he was breathing, he still hadn’t regained consciousness.

They were in the middle of nowhere, with only her family’s secluded villa nearby. Selune didn’t have time to wait for help.

She decided to take him inside first, and call an ambulance.

If she left him here alone, he wouldn’t survive the night.

With a grunt, She draped his heavy arm over her shoulder and struggled to lift his massive frame—he was at least six feet tall—towards the villa.

She was glad she’d kept up with her fitness, but even with her strength, it was still a tough task. She had to stop and rest several times before finally reaching the villa.

Meanwhile, from where Selune didn’t know, five Hummers sped along the mountain road, kicking up dust as they headed for the coast.

"Have you found Selune?" A middle-aged woman in the back seat asked, her voice sharp, a cigarette dangling between her fingers.

It was Elina Herbert—Selune’s aunt, and the current head of the Herbert family!

"She just used her phone. We’ve tracked her location." A man in the front passenger seat, who resembled Selune, answered quickly. His gaze fixed on the dashboard.

Elina flicked the ash from her cigarette, her fingers covered in rings. Whether intentional or not, some of the ash landed on the man’s face.

"Harold," she sneered, "You’ve become so useless. You can’t even control your own daughter? Lucky we put a GPS tracker on her phone. What if the wedding gets delayed because of her? Can you take responsibility for that?!"

"It was my mistake," Harold Herbert, Selune’s father, muttered, clearly cowed by his sister’s presence.

Elina had taken complete control of the family’s business dealings, leaving Harold with little choice but to follow her orders.

He continued. "I promise, she’s just out for relax. The wedding will go ahead as planned!"

"You promise?" Elina scoffed. "Have you even considered what will happen if the marriage fails? Our entire family could be ruined. And don’t think you’ll escape unscathed when that happens."

"I’m telling you, whether she likes it or not, she will marry Ken! I’ll make sure of it! When we get back, lock her up. No one is to let her leave the house without my permission!"

All the bodyguards in the car responded in unison, and Harold could only let out a resigned sigh.

Inside the villa, Selune had just finished showering, rinsing off the sand she had gotten from saving someone.

Barefoot, she stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around her body, barely covering her graceful figure.

Her eyes drifted to the man lying on the bed, still unconscious, his soaked clothes clinging to his body.

She frowned. At the very least, I should change his clothes so he doesn’t get worse.

As she unbuttoned his drenched combat suit, her heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes widened in shock.

Who is this man?!

He wore a military combat uniform, but strangely, the pockets that should have held weapons were empty.

But it wasn’t just this caught her attention—it was his body.

His body covered in scars. Some deep, some shallow, all crisscrossing like a web.

What truly shocked Selune, however, was the tattoo.

The design was massive, stretching across his back. A half-eagle, half-lion creature that covered almost his entire torso.

The eagle’s head was thrown back, its talons curled.

The tattoo was so vivid, she almost swore she could hear it screech.

For a moment, it looked like the creature might leap off his skin and into the room.

The design was familiar, ancient and mythical…like the Griffin from old legends.

Selune’s curiosity was piqued. She leaned in closer, intending to get a better look at the tattoo.

Bang!

The door suddenly slammed open!

"Selune! Come home with us!"

Her father, Harold, and her aunt, Elina, burst into the room, followed by a dozen bodyguards.

When they saw Selune sitting on the bed in nothing but a towel, holding a naked man, they all froze.