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?
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“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 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 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 eyes—it 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 vanished—it 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.” 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 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 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 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 halo—after 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.
