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.

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 doing—after 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.