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?

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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.