Draconius’s mother’s voice echoed throughout the hall:
“You have defiled the sacred mate contract! Our Flame Wolf Clan will not acknowledge this child!”
Other clan leaders joined in.
“A woman bonding with multiple Alphas simultaneously is a desecration of the mate bond!”
“The child in her belly can never become the ruler of the Human–Wolf Alliance!”
“Mixed bloodlines will bring disaster!”
I turned my gaze to Rosalind, who was looking at Draconius with pleading eyes.
But he only turned away coldly, dangerous light flickering in his golden eyes.
‘You chose this path, bear the consequences yourself.”
The meeting ended in chaos.
I stood to leave, Obsidian silently following behind me.
On the way home, Obsidian gently touched my shoulder from behind, “It’s alright. Whatever happens, I’ll always be by your side.”
I wasn’t shaken by tonight’s farce–I’d expected worse.
But Obsidian’s unwavering support still moved me beyond words.
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Those words struck the syftest part of my heart. I rued on my liptoes and kleed lips.
At that monsent, the mark on my neck suddenly heated.
Obsidian’s pupils dilated rapidly as he let out a low growl
He buried his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply.
This teeth lightly bit the mark, and I couldn’t help but gasp. That electile sensation traveled down my spine through my entire body.
“Obsidian…
His palms caressed my waist: “My mate… you make me completely lose control.”
Our tongues intertwined as moonlight witnessed this passionate moment,
A month later, Rosalind appeared at the Nightshade Wolf territory.
She knelt before me, covered in wounds.
“Everyone is torturing me…” she sobbed, ‘Only you can save me now, sister.”
Looking at her painful state, my emotions barely fluctuated.
After all, memories from my past life told me that any mercy toward her would be cruelty to myself.
Back then, Rosalind claimed she was being expelled by the Earth Clan due to the Blood Moon Curse and she wanted to see me one last time.
I had softened.
But what awaited me there was a massive moonlight ritual array.
“Sister, you came.” Her expression instantly twisted into madness, “Do you know how much I envy you? Why do children, and everyone’s respect? While I… I have nothing!”
I tried to escape, but found my body couldn’t move. She had drugged the tea I drank.
to have the perfect mate, healthy
The moonlight array began operating, silver light cutting through my soul like blades.
“No… please… spare my child…” I cried and begged.
But she only laughed more maniacally: “You think I’ll soften? I’ve already lost everything! My mate abandoned me, my clan expelled me, even my womb no longer conceive due to the Blood Moon Curse! Since I’m destined for a life of suffering, why should you be happy?”
That soul–tearing pain was worse than any torture. I watched helplessly as my child died before me, powerless to stop it.
Finally, I too lost my life. Before dying, I saw her standing in the center of the array, her eyes holding no remorse, only twisted satisfaction.
That pain of being betrayed and destroyed by the closest person cannot heal completely, even through rebirth.
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spoke calmly. It would be extremely difficult for you to conceive, Rosalind
What do you mean? She was stunned.
‘Draconius’s wolf file runs ton hot, his sperm survival rate is extremely low.‘
Impossible! He’s so strong, sn…” She shook her head in collapse.
But quickly, her expression shifted from breakdown to anger. She shot up, suspicion flashing in her eyes,
“You’re lying! You just don’t want to help me! You can’t stand to see me happy!
“Evangeline, you think I can’t see through this? You’re just jealous that I chose Draconius, jealous that I can hear the Alliance heir! So you’re making up
these lies to curse me!”
I’m stating facts. I remained calm.
“Facts?” She sneered, “If that were true, why has the Flame Clan’s physician never mentioned this problem? Why doesn’t Draconius himself know? What right does an outsider like you have to understand Flame Clan secrets better than they do?”
“You just don’t want me to succeed! You’d rather watch me suffer than tell me truly useful methods! I should have known – how could a hypocritical sister like you genuinely want to help me?”
“Since you don’t believe it, forget it.” I turned to leave.
Behind me came Rosalind’s hysterical shouting: “Evangeline! Come back! You can’t just abandon me like this!”
Draconius’s wolf fire was indeed too intense, actually damaging his own fertility.
My ability to conceive in my past life was entirely due to the Moon Goddess Witch bloodline flowing through my
I discovered my true heritage by accident when I was thirteen.
veins.
I was organizing my mother’s belongings when I found a diary hidden in
a secret
compartment.
Faces on the continent, possessing the miraculous ability to help
The diary recorded that the Moon Goddess Witch clan was once one of the most power any male sire offspring.
But precisely because of this special reproductive ability, we were seen as a threat by other races. They feared our existence would disrupt the existing reproductive order, ultimately uniting to carry out a bloody purge of our clan.
Every pregnancy of the Moon Goddess Witch clan would burn our life essence. The more powerful the offspring, the more life force needed to be burned. This was both the blessing bestowed by the Moon Goddess and the curse we had to bear.
My mother was the last High Priestess of the Moon Goddess Witch clan. She chose to hide her identity for love and unite with my father. After giving birth to me, she sealed away my Moon Goddess Witch powers.
In my past life, I forcibly awakened my Moon Goddess Witch bloodline for Draconius. This life, I would never again foolishly burn
my life
away.
But when my hand unconsciously touched the mark on my neck, a voice deep inside whispered: But for him… perhaps it would be worth bearing this price.
Robern The Land Noha, Uncen
Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
