She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

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.