She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

High-ranking pure-blooded Alpha wolf offspring are rare; only by mating with my pure-blooded Lunar Bloodline wolf can the bloodline be continued.

In my past life, my sister and I married into the royal family of a high-ranking pure-blooded Alpha wolf clan.

I am a purebred silver-haired wolf, best suited to give birth to high-ranking 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 half-wolf sister gave birth to a pure-blooded Alpha werewolf, successfully helping her husband ascend to the position of high-ranking 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 high-level pure-blooded 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 high-level pure-blooded werewolf Alpha Core, so how could he possibly give birth to a pure-blooded werewolf?

Your Highnesses are of marriageable age. The ladies in the palace are all ordinary pure-blooded 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 high-ranking wolf chief sitting majestically on the high platform, my heart suddenly clenchedI 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 high-ranking purebloods, their bloodlines are pure and stable, making them the best candidates for producing high-ranking 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 eyesit was Darius , my husband from my past life, the eldest prince of the high-ranking pure-blooded 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 silver-haired 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 high-ranking 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 almond-shaped 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 half-wolf is not a secret among ordinary pure-blooded wolves. With her mixed bloodline, she has no chance of giving birth to a high-ranking pure-blooded heir.

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

"Why did the eldest prince choose a mixed-race person?"

"Silver-haired 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 silver-haired 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 pure-blooded 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 high-ranking werewolves, indulging in pleasure with lowly mixed-blood werewolf women, and staying out all night. Every time he returned drunk, he would mock me, saying, "So what if you're of silver-haired blood? You can't even have a child, you good-for-nothing!" 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 vanishedit was a mixed-race 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 high-ranking 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 black-gold 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 high-ranking 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" silver-haired 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 high-ranking wolf.

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

He eventually forgot, forgot that his so-called high-ranking pure-blood identity was nothing but a deception.

He wasn't a true high-ranking pureblood werewolf at all; he was just a hybrid inferior werewolf who had luckily devoured a high-ranking 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 high-ranking pure-blooded werewolf to inherit the throne this time, but he seemed to have forgotten that how could an inferior werewolf possibly give birth to a pure-blooded werewolf?

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

The old chief of the high-ranking 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.

Darius, my child, the old chieftain slowly rose, his gaze sweeping over everyone in the hall before finally settling on me. His tone was full of emphasis on bloodline, Your father has heard that among ordinary pureblood wolves, only Miss Lunessa is a rare silver-haired pureblood, whose bloodline purity is unmatched. You should know that silver-haired wolves are naturally suited to high-ranking purebloods, making them the best candidates to produce a qualified heir. She and you are a match made in heaven

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 silver-haired 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 ice-cold 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. Dariuss 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 silver-haired 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 tearsnot 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 low-class mixed-blood wolf, and was ostracized by ordinary pure-blooded 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 haloafter all, I was the only silver-haired 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 long-cherished wish, transforming her from a despised mixed-race woman into a future queen whom a high-ranking 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 silver-haired 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 High-Ranking 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 high-quality 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 pure-blooded 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 pure-blooded silver-haired 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 high-ranking wolf palace to the ordinary pure-blooded 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 high-ranking 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 silver-haired 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 silver-haired 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 mixed-race woman rather than a pure silver-haired 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 low-class mixed-blood 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 doingafter his rebirth, he not only wanted to avoid me, this "useless" silver-haired 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 high-ranking 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 languorit 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 plain-colored 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 high-ranking pure-blooded 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 red-hot 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 mixed-blood wolves in the mountains probably wouldn't want youafter 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 mixed-blood is lucky enough to give birth to a high-ranking pure-blooded heir. If you can't give birth to a pure-blooded 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 pure-blooded werewolf," Elara's smug expression instantly froze .

She then raised her head, feigning composure, and said firmly, "Stop talking nonsense! My husband is of the most noble and purest bloodline of the high-ranking pure-blooded werewolf clan, and our child will naturally be the most powerful high-ranking pure-blooded werewolf. I will definitely give birth to an heir for him, and through my son, I will forever secure my position as the Crown Prince 's consort! As for you, you are destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of your life, only able to be jealous of me in the shadows!"

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 hurthe knew best that he wasn't a purebred high-ranking 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.

Its not like Darius is the only one in this world who can give birth to high-ranking pureblood werewolves, Azhi said indignantly, puffing out his round cheeks. Even Elara, that half-blood, dares to dream of giving birth to a pureblood heir. You are the purest silver-haired pureblood werewolf. As long as you find a real high-ranking pureblood werewolf, you will definitely be able to give birth to a pureblood werewolf too! Then, lets 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 high-ranking 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 Elarawhat 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 high-ranking 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 pure-blooded high-ranking 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 high-ranking wolf clan palace in my previous life.

Deep within the rear mountains of the high-ranking werewolf palace lies a hidden altar, where the world's only remaining ancient, golden-striped pureblood werewolf is enshrined. This golden-striped 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 golden-striped werewolf failed to survive its once-in-ten-thousand-year 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 golden-striped werewolf, which only occurs once every ten thousand years! Pure-blooded 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 golden-striped werewolf.

Upon hearing my plan, Azhi's emerald green leaves instantly tensed, and she cried out, "What? An ancient golden-striped 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, pure-blooded 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 werewolfs 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 Elaras 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 high-ranking 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 memorythe 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.

Darius wasn't a pure, high-level werewolf at all. He was merely a mixed-blood inferior being who barely maintained his human form by consuming his mother's high-level pure-blood inner core. The power of that inner core was so domineering that his mixed bloodline couldn't possibly suppress it. Therefore, every month at the end of the month and the full moon, he would suffer a backlash from the inner core, experiencing excruciating pain as if his meridians were being severed. He had to go to the spiritual spring deep in the back mountains to absorb spiritual energy in order to barely survive the ordeal.

In my past life, I only dared to secretly follow him after I noticed his strange behavior by chance. The moonlight that night was exceptionally cold. I hid behind a boulder by the spiritual spring and witnessed him remove his magnificent brocade robe, revealing the ugly black stripes characteristic of a mixed-blood wolf on his neck. His once handsome face was contorted with pain, emitting a howl that was neither wolf nor human. At that moment, I realized with horror that the husband I had given my heart to was such a fraud. Yet, at that time, I was still blinded by his occasional tenderness and chose to keep his secret, only to end up being skinned alive and thrown into the abyss of darkness.

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 clearto find the cave of the ancient golden-striped pure-blooded werewolf, and take advantage of his once-in-ten-thousand-years 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.

I am a pure-blooded silver-furred wolf. The purity of my bloodline is unmatched among ordinary pure-blooded wolves. More importantly, we silver-furred wolves are born with the perfect fertility for high-level pure-blooded offspring, able to perfectly lock in and nourish their essence. Darius's elaborate wedding procession wasn't out of affection, but precisely because he valued my rare physique. He knew that with the stolen inner core, he couldn't possibly conceive a true high-level pure-blooded offspring, so he placed all his hopes on me.

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 mehis 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 mixed-race 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 golden-striped 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 high-ranking pure-blooded 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 high-ranking wolf clan's palace.

The night was as dark as ink, the mountain wind howled, and as I passed through the dense forest, the leaves rustled against each other, sounding like countless eyes peering into the darkness. I kept my body low, my steps light as I traversed the mountain path, each step precisely landing within the safe zone of my memory. The scenery along the way overlapped with that of my past life: the crooked old pine, the babbling brook, the moss-covered stone stepseverything reminded me of the trepidation I felt when I followed Darius in my past life, but now, it was replaced by an unwavering determination.

I deliberately avoided the direction leading to the spiritual spring, and could sense the chaotic spiritual energy emanating from there from afarDarius 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 golden-striped 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 once-in-a-millennium 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 lifeyes, it was around this time that news came of the golden-striped 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.