She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

Highranking pureblooded Alpha wolf offspring are rare; only by mating with my pureblooded Lunar Bloodline wolf can the bloodline be continued.

In my past life, my sister and I married into the royal family of a highranking pureblooded Alpha wolf clan.

I am a purebred silverhaired wolf, best suited to give birth to highranking purebred werewolves. I can marry for a hundred years just to give birth to a hybrid werewolf for my husband.

Her husband disliked the werewolf's rough appearance and mixed bloodline, so he broke off his wolf ears and tore him to pieces.

They then falsely accused me of shamelessly having an affair with an inferior werewolf, stripped me of my wolf skin and bones, and pushed me into the abyss of dark blood.

My halfwolf sister gave birth to a pureblooded Alpha werewolf, successfully helping her husband ascend to the position of highranking Alpha werewolf crown prince.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the marriage alliance between the two tribes.

My husband pulled my sister into his arms, and I knew that he, too, had been reborn.

He thought he could successfully give birth to a highlevel pureblooded werewolf to inherit the throne this time, but he seemed to have forgotten that he himself was just a hybrid inferior werewolf who had swallowed a highlevel pureblooded werewolf Alpha Core, so how could he possibly give birth to a pureblooded werewolf?

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“Your Highnesses are of marriageable age. The ladies in the palace are all ordinary pureblooded wolf clan ladies. You may choose one of them and form a marriage alliance between the two clans.”

Upon hearing the old clan chief's voice, I froze on the spot .

Looking at the familiar gilded beams and pillars inside the hall, the wolf totem hanging on the wall, and the elderly highranking wolf chief sitting majestically on the high platform, my heart suddenly clenched—I had really returned, returned to the day when the two clans finalized the marriage alliance.

The old leader's voice was as steady as a bell, yet it felt like a dull knife, scraping across my already ravaged heart. It was this very command in my past life that plunged me into an abyss of no return.

The princes inside the palace began to stir, their gazes sweeping over the young ladies with scrutiny and weighing of their options.

Although ordinary pureblood wolves are of lower status than highranking purebloods, their bloodlines are pure and stable, making them the best candidates for producing highranking pureblood heirs. Their choice is essentially for the supreme throne.

Only one person's steps were firm and without the slightest hesitation.

I looked up and met a pair of deep yet cold eyes—it was Darius , my husband from my past life, the eldest prince of the highranking pureblooded wolf clan, and also the most likely candidate to inherit the throne, as widely recognized.

He walked towards me with steady steps .

In my past life , that melody was the most comforting for me, but now, it only sounds like endless mockery.

I could clearly see that there was not a trace of the amazement and appreciation I had felt when we first met in our past lives in his eyes. Instead, there was undisguised disgust and loathing, as if looking at me even once would be a defilement.

My father, beside me, was already overjoyed. His rough hands gripped my arm tightly, so hard they almost crushed my bones. " Lunessa , my good child!" His voice trembled uncontrollably. "You are a rare silverhaired bloodline among our ordinary pureblood wolf clan, unmatched in purity. Prince Darius truly has excellent judgment! After you marry into our clan, you must serve her well and give birth to a highranking pureblood heir as soon as possible, bringing glory to both our clans..."

Before the father could finish speaking, he abruptly stopped, like a wild beast being choked, his smile freezing into astonishment. Not only the father, but all eyes in the hall focused on him, and a collective gasp filled the air.

I watched as Darius walked past me without stopping for a second, heading straight for my sister Elara who was standing beside me.

His long, slender fingers picked up the silver wolf claw token symbolizing their engagement from the table and, without a word, shoved it into Elara's hand. Then, with a long arm, he pulled her tightly into his embrace.

Elara trembled, her face showing just the right amount of flattery and surprise. Her almondshaped eyes were moist as she timidly leaned against Darius's chest, as if she couldn't believe that she had been chosen by such a noble prince .

But I know all too well that this weak and innocent appearance is all a disguise.

Her secret of being a halfwolf is not a secret among ordinary pureblooded wolves. With her mixed bloodline, she has no chance of giving birth to a highranking pureblooded heir.

An uproar erupted inside the hall, with whispers rising and falling.

"Why did the eldest prince choose a mixedrace person?"

"Silverhaired Luna is the best choice!"

"Could it be that we've misjudged her? Is there something special about Elara's bloodline?"

A chorus of doubts and confusion mingled around him, but Darius paid no heed, simply bowing his head to gently soothe Elara in his arms . That tenderness was something I had sought for a hundred years in my past life and never received.

Amidst this chaos, the last glimmer of hope in my heart vanished completely— Darius , he too was reborn.

In my past life, he was drawn to my pure silverhaired bloodline and used a grand wedding procession to bring me into his home.

Back then, although he wasn't particularly passionate towards me, he was gentle and polite. He would comb my long, silvery hair before bed and bring me the freshest meat from the hunt .

He said, "Luna, your bloodline is a gift from heaven. We will have the most powerful pureblooded heir." Those tender scenes were my only solace when I was trapped in the deep palace.

At that time, Elara could only marry the unfavored second prince and had to be submissive to me every day.

I used to pity her plight and often helped her out, but I never imagined that raising a tiger would turn out to be a threat, ultimately costing me and my child our lives.

After a hundred years of marriage, I was still unable to conceive, and Darius 's patience gradually wore thin.

Darius began frequenting the brothels of highranking werewolves, indulging in pleasure with lowly mixedblood werewolf women, and staying out all night. Every time he returned drunk, he would mock me, saying, "So what if you're of silverhaired blood? You can't even have a child, you goodfornothing!" All the warmth of the past had vanished, leaving only endless indifference and humiliation.

Later, I finally became pregnant with great difficulty. At that moment, hope rekindled in Darius's eyes, and his attitude towards me softened a bit.

I thought the hardship was over and I carefully cared for the baby in my womb, enduring the long ten months of pregnancy.

But the moment the child was born, all hope vanished—it was a mixedrace werewolf with messy fur and mixed blood marks.

Darius 's face contorted instantly, his extreme disappointment turning into boundless rage.

Right in front of me, he grabbed the child's fragile wolf ear and snapped it hard. The crisp sound of bone cracking, accompanied by the child's piercing cry, pierced my heart like a needle.

"Bastard! It's all because of you, you slut!"

He roared and tore the baby in his arms to pieces, warm blood splattering all over my face.

He then accused me of being unfaithful and having illicit relations with an inferior werewolf, which resulted in the birth of such a bastard that defiled the bloodline of the highranking werewolves.

No one believed my explanation. My father, for the sake of the family's reputation, severed ties with me; even the servants who had once treated me with respect now pointed fingers at me.

Darius personally stripped off my silver wolf skin and pulled out my wolf bones. Every tear in my skin was excruciating, but what hurt even more was the despair in my heart.

In the end, he pushed me, barely alive, into the abyss of darkness, leaving me to die in endless darkness and pain.

My dear sister Elara, however, gave birth to a purebred blackgold werewolf for the second prince not long after my death.

Thanks to this child, the second prince instantly turned the tables, seizing Darius 's right to the throne and ascending to the position of crown prince of the highranking wolf clan. Elara also became the most honored crown princess, enjoying immense prestige.

It was then that I realized that perhaps from the very beginning, this was a trap she and the second prince had set up.

When I opened my eyes again, it was this moment.

Darius embraced Elara, enduring the complex gazes of the crowd, his eyes filled with unwavering determination.

He thought that by avoiding me, a "useless" silverhaired pureblood, and choosing Elara, who gave birth to a pureblood heir in his previous life, he could smoothly obtain the position of crown prince and secure his throne as a highranking wolf.

Looking at his affectionate expression, I curled a cold smile at the corner of my mouth.

He eventually forgot, forgot that his socalled highranking pureblood identity was nothing but a deception.

He wasn't a true highranking pureblood werewolf at all; he was just a hybrid inferior werewolf who had luckily devoured a highranking pureblood Alpha Core and stolen its power and identity.

Bloodline is an imprint etched into one's bones and blood; a stolen identity is ultimately just a mirage.

He thought he could successfully give birth to a highranking pureblooded werewolf to inherit the throne this time, but he seemed to have forgotten that how could an inferior werewolf possibly give birth to a pureblooded werewolf?

This time, I'm determined to expose his true colors.

The old chief of the highranking wolf clan still placed high hopes on Darius. When he saw that Darius had chosen Elara, who was of mixed blood, his old brows furrowed and his cloudy eyes were full of worry. He couldn't help but speak up to remind him, his voice carrying a heavy admonition.

The old leader's words were like a faint light, briefly illuminating the surprised expressions of those around him. Many elders nodded in agreement, clearly recognizing the importance of the silverhaired bloodline.

But before that light could even touch me, it was completely crushed by Darius's cold attitude.

He didn't even glance at the old leader, but merely gave me a disdainful look, his gaze like an icecold knife scraping across my skin, filled with undisguised disgust.

The next second, he tightened his arms, holding Elara even closer, as if she were some rare treasure and I was just a disgusting filth on the roadside.

“Father, you are mistaken.” Darius’s voice was firm and resolute, deliberately amplifying his voice so that everyone in the hall could hear him clearly.

"No matter how pure Lunessa's silverhaired bloodline is, it means nothing to me. I have fallen in love with Miss Elara at first sight, and I will marry no one but her in this life. The position of the Crown Prince's consort can only be hers!"

Elara trembled at his heartfelt confession, and her already moist eyes instantly filled with tears—not from grievance, but from extreme excitement and emotion.

She tilted her head slightly to look at Darius, her eyes overflowing with love and dependence. Her delicate yet happy appearance made many of the young ladies around her envious.

I know all too well what Elara is thinking behind that look.

Although she was her father's daughter, she was born with the mark of mixed blood because her mother was a lowclass mixedblood wolf, and was ostracized by ordinary pureblooded wolves everywhere.

She was indeed beautiful and her wolfish cultivation was not bad, but because of her mixed bloodline, she always lived in the shadow of my halo—after all, I was the only silverhaired pureblood in the clan and was the darling of heaven in everyone's eyes.

Over the years, she has never hidden her jealousy of me, always thinking that one day she could surpass me.

Today, Darius's blatant favoritism has undoubtedly fulfilled her longcherished wish, transforming her from a despised mixedrace woman into a future queen whom a highranking prince cherishes, making her the envy of all the women present.

Elara deliberately straightened her back, and with Darius's support, her posture became even more coquettish.

She slowly turned her head, her gaze locking onto me precisely. A faint yet dazzling smile curled at the corner of her lips, her eyes revealing undisguised smugness and triumph, as if silently declaring, "Lunessa, you see, so what if you have silverhaired blood? Darius chose me. This time, I've finally won against you!"

That gaze was like a fine needle, gently piercing my heart and bringing a subtle, stinging pain.

I clenched my hands, which were hidden in my sleeves, my nails digging deep into my palms, in order to maintain a calm facade.

The warmth of my past life and the humiliation of this life intertwined at this moment, making it almost impossible for me to control the emotions surging in my eyes.

Seeing Darius's resolute attitude, even at the cost of violating the common sense of bloodline inheritance, the old leader sighed heavily, his disappointment barely concealed.

He opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, but seeing the stubbornness in Darius's eyes, he finally gave up on forcing the issue.

He waved his hand and instructed the attendant beside him: "Propose Alpha Decree , and bestow upon Elara the title of HighRanking Crown Princess."

Attendants stepped forward in response, and writing materials were quickly laid out. As soon as Alpha Decree's handwriting fell, Darius couldn't wait to pick Elara up and hold her in his arms.

His movements were rough and arrogant, completely disregarding the many clansmen present in the hall, and he turned and walked towards his own bedroom.

This uninhibited intimacy made the women present blush, lower their heads, and dare not look directly at each other. Whispers arose again, this time with more sighs of admiration for Elara's "good fortune" and more subtle discussions about me.

I stood there, like an outsider, watching their departing figures. In my eyes, those figures overlapped with the resolute way he pushed me into the Dark Blood Abyss in my past life, making the chill in my heart grow even stronger.

Then, the other princes took turns choosing their spouses.

The young ladies from noble families inside the palace were all filled with anticipation, but when the princes' gazes swept over me, they all avoided me as if I carried some ominous plague.

After all, I was the one who was publicly rejected by Darius, the most promising successor to the throne. In their eyes, I must have some unspeakable problem, otherwise why would such a highquality marriage partner discard me like trash?

Several princes who had initially shown some interest in me only glanced at me briefly before turning to other pureblooded wolf girls with ordinary bloodlines.

Some princes even raised their voices in private discussions: "Who would dare to accept someone rejected by His Highness Darius? If it affects the succession of their lineage, it would be a great loss."

Those words were like poisoned needles, piercing my ears one by one, sending chills down my spine.

I stood in the empty corner of the hall, watching the other women's joyful expressions as they were chosen, and then thinking back to my past life as a pureblooded silverhaired woman who was the center of attention. The contrast between then and now felt incredibly ironic.

In the end, the entire selection ceremony for the imperial concubines came to a close, and I was left all alone, ignored by everyone.

Three days later, Darius held a grand wedding for Elara. The road from the highranking wolf palace to the ordinary pureblooded wolf clan was covered with ten miles of red bridal procession. The grandeur of the procession and the richness of the rewards were far more impressive than when he married me in my previous life.

The people along the way stopped to watch, all marveling at Elara's good fortune. Despite her humble origins, she had managed to marry into such a wonderful family, and what was even more remarkable was how much her husband doted on her. She was truly blessed.

What chilled me to the bone was that, in order to make Elara worthy of the status of a highranking prince, my father issued an edict on the spot to bestow the title of matriarch of the clan upon Elara's mother, completely forgetting the vow he had made to my mother years ago that he would never establish an empress.

My mother was the most noble silverhaired pureblood in the clan. She was willing to marry into my father's family for the sake of a marriage alliance between the two clans. She worked hard all her life, but in the end, she was abandoned after her vows were broken.

The moment I heard the news, I sat in the empty palace and felt that even my father's love was so cheap and mercenary.

In contrast, I went from being a revered silverhaired celestial princess to becoming the laughingstock of my tribe overnight.

This was not my fault, but the wolf clans of the four seas and eight wastelands are all talking about it behind my back.

Some people say that I am not as innocent and naive as I appear on the surface. Perhaps I have long lost my purity and am a shameful woman. Otherwise, why would His Highness Darius prefer to marry a mixedrace woman rather than a pure silverhaired pureblood like me?

At first, I treated these rumors as jokes and didn't take them to heart.

After all, the innocent are innocent, and I have a clear conscience.

But gradually, the rumors became more and more outrageous and vicious. Some said I was promiscuous, repeatedly having affairs with adult wolves in the clan, and being caught in the act; some said I was naturally lewd, and during my mating season I was sexually unsatisfied, even entangled with several men at the same time; and some even fabricated details of my illicit relations with lowclass mixedblood wolves, making it sound very convincing.

These filthy words flooded me like a tidal wave, leaving me nowhere to escape.

I know perfectly well that all of this was Darius's doing—after his rebirth, he not only wanted to avoid me, this "useless" silverhaired pureblood, but also to completely ruin my reputation, ensuring I would never have a chance to recover, in order to cover up his debt to me in his previous life and make his choice of Elara seem more "reasonable".

Elara must have been involved in all of this; she was eager for me to be disgraced and forever live under her thumb.

Even if I knew the truth, I was powerless to refute it.

Darius is a highranking prince with immense power; his words carry absolute authority. Elara is the newly crowned princess; with his backing, no one dares to offend her.

Even if I stand up to defend myself, no one will believe me. Instead, I will be seen as someone who is angry and embarrassed and trying to cover up the truth.

I could only watch helplessly as my reputation grew worse and worse, and as those suitors who used to fawn over me and fawn over me now kept their distance. They would even deliberately take a detour when they encountered me, as if having any connection with me would tarnish their reputation.

In this vast community, I have become truly alone, without even a single person to confide in.

The chill in my heart layered upon layer, tightly enveloping the pain of my past life and the humiliation of this life, making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

So I've been waiting for an opportunity, a chance to strike decisively, and it's about to come.

Just half a month after the wedding, it was time for Elara to visit her Hui relatives.

The clan specially cleaned the main road, hung lanterns and decorations, creating a festive atmosphere, as if she were not a daughter returning home for a family visit, but a noble person returning home in glory.

I stood under the veranda of the side hall of the clan temple and saw Elara walking slowly towards me, her arm intimately linked with Darius's.

She wore a magnificent long dress embroidered with gold and silver, the hem of which was adorned with tiny moonstones that shimmered as she walked; her originally somewhat ordinary features were made even more charming by her exquisite makeup, her face was radiant with happiness, her cheeks were flushed with an unnatural blush, and her eyes held an unconcealable sense of pride and languor—it was the look of someone who had been thoroughly immersed in love and pampering, and it was clear at a glance that her married life was very fulfilling.

In contrast, I was dressed in a plaincolored dress with my long hair simply tied up , which made me stand out from the festive atmosphere around me and create a stark contrast with Elara's glamorous appearance.

The tribespeople who passed by all stared at Elara with fawning and envy, but when they passed me, they avoided my gaze or cast disdainful glances, as if looking at me would taint them.

Darius's gaze pierced through the crowd and landed precisely on me.

He didn't move away immediately, but instead looked at me with a playful, predatory gaze, a malicious smile playing on his lips. His eyes were filled with undisguised malice, as if he were enjoying my wretched state.

Perhaps it was Darius's excessive attention that made Elara realize something was amiss.

She turned her head following his gaze, and the moment she saw me, the tenderness in her eyes was immediately replaced by wariness, and then turned into intense hostility.

She glared at me suddenly, as if asserting her dominance, and moved closer to Darius, speaking in a shrill voice with sarcasm: "Sister, what are you doing standing here? I thought you had already hidden away and dared not show your face to anyone."

She paused, deliberately puffed out her chest, and patted Darius's arm smugly, her tone becoming increasingly sarcastic: "I forgot to introduce you, this is my husband, His Highness Darius, the eldest prince of the highranking pureblooded wolf clan . Sister, you'd better remember this clearly, he is mine, and not someone a woman of your infamous reputation can seduce at will!"

Upon hearing this, the surrounding tribesmen stopped in their tracks and began to whisper among themselves, their gazes piercing me like needles.

I clenched my hands in my sleeves, my nails digging deep into my palms, forcing myself to maintain a calm facade.

Seeing this, Darius not only did not stop Elara, but instead raised his hand and gently stroked the back of her hand. His movements were extremely gentle, and his tone was tender and affectionate, as if he were treating the most precious treasure in the world .

"Ah Ning, don't be angry." He paused, his gaze sweeping over me again, his tone suddenly turning cold, filled with undisguised disgust. "Don't worry, I find her disgusting. Even if she took off all her clothes and pressed herself against me, I wouldn't give her a second glance."

The word "dirty" is like a redhot branding iron, burning my heart.

In my past life, he once stroked my long hair so tenderly, saying I was his treasure and that my silver hair and bloodline were a gift from heaven . Now, however, he uses the most vicious words to belittle and humiliate me, completely crushing and trampling the tenderness of the past under his feet.

A surge of pain welled up in my chest, mixed with humiliation and anger, almost overwhelming me.

With Darius's support, Elara became even more smug.

She covered her mouth, letting out a soft, fake laugh, but her eyes swept across my face like knives. Feigning regret, she said, "Yes, I'd forgotten. Sister, you're infamous now, used by everyone. Don't even mention His Highness Darius looking down on you; even beggars on the street and lowly mixedblood wolves in the mountains probably wouldn't want you—after all, with your shamelessness, even if you stood naked in front of them, no decent man would give you a second glance."

"If you ask me, sister, you should stop being so picky and find a place to get married as soon as possible. Even marrying a crude, exiled wolf would be better than spending your whole life being pointed at and gossiped about, and dying alone, right?"

Her words were like poisoned daggers, cutting into my heart with each one, every word filled with malice.

I took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in my heart, slowly raised my eyes, and coldly glanced at the incessantly chattering couple.

The more smug they are, the more ridiculous they seem.

I gently curled the corners of my lips, shrugged helplessly, and said in a calm but precise tone, "Sister, instead of wasting your time worrying about my marriage, you should focus more on yourself. After all, not every mixedblood is lucky enough to give birth to a highranking pureblooded heir. If you can't give birth to a pureblooded werewolf in the future, your position as the eldest prince's consort might not be secure, right? At that time, it won't be as simple as just falling out of favor."

Upon hearing the words "cannot give birth to a pureblooded werewolf," Elara's smug expression instantly froze .

She was full of confidence, but she didn't realize that when she said those words, Darius's hand on her waist tightened slightly, and a hint of gloom and panic flashed in his eyes.

That was an instinctive reaction to being hit where it hurt—he knew best that he wasn't a purebred highranking pureblood wolf at all.

I caught that fleeting look in his eyes, and sneered inwardly. I deliberately looked Darius up and down with a knowing gaze, my eyes filled with inquiry and scrutiny.

The longer I stared at him, the more unnatural Darius's expression became. Feeling guilty, he tugged at Elara's hand and urged, "Elara, stop arguing with her. Let's go back to our room and rest."

After saying that, he stopped looking at me and quickly left with Elara. I stood there, watching their backs as they walked away hand in hand, their intimate posture like a thorn piercing my eyes.

The tenderness of my past life and the humiliation of this life intertwined in my mind, and hatred grew wildly like vines, entwining my heart and making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

I unconsciously clenched my fists, my nails digging into the skin of my palms, drawing blood, but I didn't even notice.

"Lunessa, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over these two scoundrels." A voice suddenly rang in my ear. It was Azhi , the wolf companion in my body. He was clearly worried about me.

“It’s not like Darius is the only one in this world who can give birth to highranking pureblood werewolves,” Azhi said indignantly, puffing out his round cheeks. “Even Elara, that halfblood, dares to dream of giving birth to a pureblood heir. You are the purest silverhaired pureblood werewolf. As long as you find a real highranking pureblood werewolf, you will definitely be able to give birth to a pureblood werewolf too! Then, let’s see how arrogant they will be!”

Azhi's words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly cleaving my chaotic thoughts and illuminating my mind. Yes! How could I not have thought of that? If I could give birth to a true highranking pureblood werewolf, not only would I completely wash away my stain, but I could also deliver a resounding slap in the face to Darius and Elara—what they schemed so hard for, I could possess effortlessly. This would be the best revenge against them!

The gloom in my heart instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming joy. I carefully picked Azhi up, placed him in my palm, and spun him around three times, my voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "My dear Azhi, you're truly my lucky star! Your words have awakened me from my slumber!"

Azhi was dizzy from my spinning around, but she still pouted and said worriedly, "But... nowadays, all the highranking pureblood wolves are led by Darius. The others either don't have pure blood or they're subservient to him. Where can we find a truly pureblooded highranking pureblood wolf who is willing to help you?"

Seeing his worried look, I couldn't help but laugh. I reached out and gently rubbed his little head, messing up his carefully styled hair: "You don't need to worry about that, I have a brilliant plan!"

This ingenious plan is a secret I only learned by chance after I married into a highranking wolf clan palace in my previous life.

Deep within the rear mountains of the highranking werewolf palace lies a hidden altar, where the world's only remaining ancient, goldenstriped pureblood werewolf is enshrined. This goldenstriped werewolf is of extremely high seniority and possesses unfathomable strength. Even the current chieftain must bow respectfully before it, daring not to overstep his bounds in the slightest.

However, not long after my wedding to Darius, I heard that the ancient goldenstriped werewolf failed to survive its onceintenthousandyear mating season, and its internal power went out of control, causing it to explode and die.

At the time, I regretted it for a long time, but now I think it was a godsend.

I secretly pondered for a moment, and based on my memories from my previous life, I deduced that these few days happened to be the mating season of that ancient goldenstriped werewolf, which only occurs once every ten thousand years! Pureblooded werewolves are at their most unstable in terms of power during their mating season, and they also need the most comfort from their own kind. Going to him at this time would undoubtedly have the highest success rate.

"I've got an idea!" I excitedly told Azhi, revealing the secret of the ancient goldenstriped werewolf.

Upon hearing my plan, Azhi's emerald green leaves instantly tensed, and she cried out, "What? An ancient goldenstriped werewolf? How old must that be! Lunessa, this is too much for you..."

I waved my hand dismissively, my gaze hardening. "He's an ancient, pureblooded werewolf with golden markings. His bloodline purity is something that imposter like Darius can't even begin to match. If I can get pregnant with his child, my revenge will be more than halfway done!"

“Besides, the pain of a pureblood werewolf’s heat cycle is unbearable for most people. Although I coveted his bloodline and wanted to use his power for revenge, in the end, I also helped him a great deal and alleviated his pain.” I narrowed my eyes, recalling Darius and Elara’s faces, and the hatred in my heart surged again. My clenched fists tightened, and my knuckles turned white. “This time, I will make them pay a terrible price for what they have done to me in the past and present lives!”

I know the path leading to the back mountain of the highranking wolf clan palace like the back of my hand. Every bluestone slab worn smooth by time, every ancient tree with twisted branches, every bend in the path hidden with thorns, is deeply etched in my memory—the tracks I followed Darius to find in countless months of my past life, the witness to my glimpses of his sordid secrets, and now, the only shortcut to my revenge.

Thinking of this, my fingertips turned icy cold, and my knuckles turned white as I clenched my fists. In this life, I will never make the same mistake again. My purpose for this journey is clear—to find the cave of the ancient goldenstriped pureblooded werewolf, and take advantage of his onceintenthousandyears heat cycle when his power is out of control and he desperately needs the comfort of his kind, to step forward and seize his pure essence.

For him, those years of intimacy were nothing more than a utilitarian attempt at procreation; for me, they were endless humiliation and emptiness. Each time it ended, I could clearly feel the emptiness within me—his essence was impure and chaotic, unable to be contained by my constitution, which led to my infertility for a century. And that's why he was so enraged when I gave birth to a mixedrace child, blaming me for all the failures.

Humiliation and hatred surged within me, and I took a deep breath to suppress my turbulent emotions. This time, the ancient goldenstriped werewolf's essence was pure and powerful; with my physique, I was certain I could succeed on the first try. Once I conceived a true highranking pureblooded werewolf, I could completely wash away my stain, trample Darius and Elara underfoot, and make them pay for what they had done to me in both past and present lives!

Without further ado, I changed into a set of dark, practical clothes and, under the cover of night, slipped silently out of the clan's territory and headed towards the back mountain of the highranking wolf clan's palace.

I deliberately avoided the direction leading to the spiritual spring, and could sense the chaotic spiritual energy emanating from there from afar—Darius was suffering the pain of his inner core's backlash there. A cold smile curled at the corner of my lips; his torment was the prelude to my revenge.

After avoiding the area around the spirit spring, the mountain path became increasingly rugged and steep, the air filled with a crisp yet oppressive atmosphere. After walking for an unknown amount of time, I finally arrived at the entrance to the cave of the ancient goldenstriped werewolf. The entrance was hidden behind a dense thicket of bushes, pitch black, like a gaping maw ready to devour everything in its path, swallowing up all light.

I stopped in my tracks, my heart pounding uncontrollably, a mixture of tension and anticipation. According to my memories from my past life, these past few days were his onceinamillennium heat cycle, and he should have been enduring the excruciating pain of losing control of his powers here. But the cave before me was eerily quiet; there wasn't a sound, not even the slightest noise, let alone a painful roar.

"Could I have remembered the date wrong?" I muttered to myself, my heart tightening. Was my revenge plan going to fail right from the start? I frowned, desperately trying to recall the details of my past life—yes, it was around this time that news came of the goldenstriped werewolf's death. I couldn't be mistaken!

With a desperate determination, I pushed aside the bushes, took a deep breath, and carefully moved towards the cave. A faint, crisp scent of grass and trees filled the cave, completely different from the ancient, decaying smell I had imagined. I had only taken two steps when my foot suddenly stepped on something soft and warm, followed by a low, suppressed groan in my ear.