The Invincible Full-Moon System Chapter 1878: Self Control

Rex paid no attention to the other men flirting with Lilliana.

With her stunning beauty, it was only natural for her to draw countless admirers.

Yet he fretted over the still-sensitive transforming blood surging within her. Joining the Silverstars granted not just amplified strength from the racial blend, but also equally crucial benefits.

Their vast experience in combat and survival convinced Rex that the sisters wielded exceptional self-discipline.

Among all pack members, they undoubtedly stood at the elite level, perhaps even the very best.

Still, he had to remember the sisters were freshly transformed into werewolves.

Davina had enjoyed more time to adapt to her altered form, unlike Lilliana.

Just a single day as a Silverstar left her highly vulnerable to triggers.

His concern was spot on.

<Notice: the user’s pack member, Lilliana’s berserk stat is nearing berserk range!>

"Shit..." Rex cursed out loud.

"What?" Davina asked, puzzled. "What’s wrong?"

"I don’t know what kind of group of friends you came in contact with, but your sister is now angry."

"That’s not possible. Annoyed, maybe. But angry? I really doubt that."

"Just focus on your connection. I’m not lying."

Davina lacked Rex's innate ability to sense her pack bonds automatically, still too novice in her werewolf essence. Thus, she shut her eyes and focused intently, probing for the closest link.

Locking onto it came swiftly.

Instantly, scorching fury blazed through her veins.

"What...?" Her eyes flew open as she gasped sharply. "How did this happen?"

Rex barked at the taxi driver to speed up even more.

Upon reaching the mall, he leaped from the cab and dashed straight inside, ignoring the soaring glass structure and brilliant lights surrounding him. Endless alerts bombarded his vision—Lilliana’s berserk stat had surged to seventy percent, relentlessly climbing.

The second it reached eighty percent, bloodlust would overwhelm her.

Even now, rage must be consuming her.

"Shit, where is she?" Rex scanned the lobby left and right, hunting for any trace of Lilliana.

The mall's interior air felt utterly altered the moment he stepped in—twisted in a manner that rendered tracking Lilliana's precise spot nearly impossible. Pack connections being intangible, he'd never suspected they could be disrupted like this.

But now awareness dawned on him.

Teeth grinding, Rex bolted toward the escalator, gaze sweeping every level for signs of chaos. The bond guided him onward to the front of a ramen shop, where puzzled diners turned to stare.

He brushed them off and scanned their features.

Lilliana wasn't there.

"Damn it," Rex swore loudly. "The connection is inaccurate."

Sudden insight widened his eyes.

<Scanning...>

In his frantic haste, Rex had overlooked his unfailing System.

"I don’t see her," Davina said with a frown.

Turning to Rex, she observed his eyes fixed on the wall before dropping to the floor.

It seemed as though he pierced through all barriers.

"Found her," Rex declared, gaze locked on the ceiling. The System pinpointed Lilliana on the highest floor, her motions revealing clear distress. "She’s on the top floor with nine other people. Let’s go!"

Rex's stare bored into the floor above, set on jumping up rather than riding the escalator.

Black lightning crackled into being around him to heighten his pace.

But as his feet departed the ground, a firm grasp clamped his shoulder and slammed him back down.

"No powers within the mall premises," the security guard—a mere four-star Demigod—intercepted, arriving ahead of his leap. Rex could've evaded him effortlessly, but an aura far exceeding his rank emanated from the guard. "If you wish to go up, please use the escalator or the lift. I can direct you."

Rex locked eyes directly with the security guard.

His chest heaved with rising fury igniting his blood.

This prompted the guard's eyes to narrow sharply.

Guards from lower and upper levels moved to the glass railings, monitoring them vigilantly. Should Rex act, they'd all descend to restrain him without fail—something Davina clearly perceived.

"Rex..." She pulled at his arm. "Let’s not make trouble here. Besides, we need to hurry."

They had come solely to retrieve Lilliana, not to clash in battle.

Before Rex could say a single word, she had already stepped in between him and the security guard, skillfully averting any clash. Her smile was warm—captivating. "Would you mind showing us where the lift is? We need to get to the top floor."

"Of course, right this way," the security guard averted his gaze and guided them forward.

The trio headed toward the lift.

The moment they entered and the top floor button was hit, Rex's hand lashed out, gripping the security guard's shoulder just as he tried to slip away. "You’re coming with us," his voice rang like steel. "There’s a situation up there, and you’re going to be the one to handle it."

"Okay," the security guard nodded readily, no objections. "Can you let me go now, Sir?"

Meanwhile, on the second floor of a lavish restaurant capped by a glass dome granting a dreamlike vista over Larta City, a tense confrontation brewed. Six individuals squared off against three. Yet, despite the odds, the smaller trio dominated the scene.

All three positioned themselves in front of the staircase, blocking any path downward.

The second floor crackled with tension. Electric with anticipation.

Thankfully, no one else occupied the space besides these rival groups and a handful of frantic waiters.

A man dressed in a dark green polo shirt paired with chino pants led the larger group.

"Bastard!" Aaran snarled, fixing his glare on the man opposite who wore an infuriating, smug grin. "Was it necessary to put your hands on her? I didn’t realize the prestigious Aksa stooped to such pettiness."

"All because she accidentally bumped into you, you’re going to make this difficult for us?!" He bellowed.

Behind him, Lilliana clutched one side of her face, now faintly red.

A few friends tried to comfort her.

"Acting strong in front of the girl, Aaran?" Aksa sneered, as his companions snickered beside him. "Do you even have the background to speak to me like that? You and your friends can leave, but leave that girl. She ruined my mood, and all I asked was for her to sit down for dinner. Just to mend my mood."

"And she..." He pointed at Lilliana. "Has the audacity to refuse? Who does she think she is?"

"If she apologized, will you drop this?" Aaran swallowed his rage and asked politely.

"Maybe, but it has to be genuine," Aksa stroked his chin while eyeing Lilliana. Her body trembled visibly. Though her face was turned away, he figured she was terrified and stunned. "And she has to say it on her knees."

"No," Aaran rejected firmly. "She’s going to apologize, but not on her knees."

He spun around and walked toward Lilliana.

Though it pained him to request this of her, offending Aksa was not an option.

"Lilliana," he began gently. "Just say sorry to him, and I’ll back you up. He won’t ask for more."

"Are you serious?" A woman next to Lilliana huffed in disbelief. "From the start, Lilliana bumped into him because of him! He deliberately turned when he knew she was behind him. This is a setup. Go tell him to fuck off."

"I can’t," Aaran nearly yelled but held himself in check. "If we don’t bow down, Aksa will make this even worse. Just do what the man asks. Don’t let him ruin our night. We are supposed to have fun, not this."

"Apologize? I’ll break his legs," Lilliana murmured, her tone soft yet resolute. She lifted her head, revealing her fierce, glowing eyes. "Tear his skin off."

"W-Wha—?" Aaran reeled from her words.

From the instant he first saw the sisters, particularly Lilliana, he pegged them as refined and graceful. He wasn't sure of their origins, but they clearly hailed from a prominent family.

Their looks alone screamed it.

But the sisters possessed more than beauty; their poise and speech were impeccable.

Conversing with them had a calming, enchanting effect.

That poised figure was gone now. Lilliana appeared savage, utterly serious about her threat.

"Get out of my way." Lilliana broke free from her friends’ holds and shoved past Aaran. "I’ll handle this myself. I’m already irritated enough thanks to that annoying little sister of mine, and now I have to deal with this?" She breathed out steadily. "There’s only so much patience I have left."

"Oh?" Aksa grinned at the unexpected twist. "You weren’t scared? I thought you were." He chuckled and shot Aaran a taunting look. "At least one of you got some balls. Come on then, what are you going to do?"

"Lilliana," Aaran grabbed her arm. "Don’t give in to him."

"Let go."

"If you attack him, you’ll be in big trouble!"

"I said, let go!" Lilliana roared and whipped her head toward Aaran.

Her stunning face was already twisted in fury. The sharp canine fangs concealed in her mouth emerged, piercing her lips and tracing fine red streaks. With each heaving breath, more of her feral nature surged forth.

Yet Aaran refused to release his grip.

He was determined not to let her destroy herself over Aksa’s immature provocation.

This only fueled Lilliana’s rage further.

Brak—!

Lilliana pushed him with greater force, sending him stumbling back until he collided with the table.

"No, don’t do it!" Aaran stretched out his hand and shouted, but he was now too distant to grasp her once more.

Right when he believed Lilliana would lunge forward, her form suddenly stiffened in place.

Her gaze fixed straight ahead, eyes growing wide.

She wasn’t fixating on Aksa, but beyond him, toward a figure positioned near the staircase.

Aksa arched a brow as she halted so suddenly. Cold feet, he figured. Then a person brushed past him from the rear, bumping him aside like he was insignificant. Only then did it dawn on him: her pause stemmed from anything but fear.

It was due to this individual.

"Don’t give in to the anger," the man declared, pointing his index finger toward Lilliana. "And don’t suppress it. Feel it and then control it. Let the anger empower you, but not inhibit your mind. It takes a long time for me to do it, but you can do better."

Rather than heed his words, Lilliana exposed her fangs and emitted a deep growl.

She resisted fiercely.

That growl proved a grave error. The man gripped her face firmly, lifting it so her eyes locked onto his radiant crimson, commanding gaze. "Did you just growl at me?" His tone was rough, laced with fury. "I’m your Alpha. Retract your fangs. Now."

Awaking to her actions, Lilliana jolted back to her senses.

From a short distance, Aaran and his companions gazed at the man, their brows furrowed deeply.

None among them knew his identity.

Yet what shocked them most was Lilliana’s obedience to him.

Aaran had strained every effort to get through to her, to show her that striking Aksa would shatter all. She ignored him completely. His pleas fell on deaf ears. But this stranger was another matter. In some unfathomable way, he wielded total dominance over Lilliana.

"Hey! Who the fuck are you?!" Aksa bellowed, jabbing a finger at the man.

The man remained unmoving.

He dismissed Aksa’s outburst entirely, as if it merited no reply.