She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

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.