She Was Cast Aside, Until She Carried the King

Upon hearing the words "cannot give birth to a pure-blooded werewolf," Elara's smug expression instantly froze .

She then raised her head, feigning composure, and said firmly, "Stop talking nonsense! My husband is of the most noble and purest bloodline of the high-ranking pure-blooded werewolf clan, and our child will naturally be the most powerful high-ranking pure-blooded werewolf. I will definitely give birth to an heir for him, and through my son, I will forever secure my position as the Crown Prince 's consort! As for you, you are destined to be lonely and miserable for the rest of your life, only able to be jealous of me in the shadows!"

She was full of confidence, but she didn't realize that when she said those words, Darius's hand on her waist tightened slightly, and a hint of gloom and panic flashed in his eyes.

That was an instinctive reaction to being hit where it hurt—he knew best that he wasn't a purebred high-ranking pureblood wolf at all.

I caught that fleeting look in his eyes, and sneered inwardly. I deliberately looked Darius up and down with a knowing gaze, my eyes filled with inquiry and scrutiny.

The longer I stared at him, the more unnatural Darius's expression became. Feeling guilty, he tugged at Elara's hand and urged, "Elara, stop arguing with her. Let's go back to our room and rest."

After saying that, he stopped looking at me and quickly left with Elara. I stood there, watching their backs as they walked away hand in hand, their intimate posture like a thorn piercing my eyes.

The tenderness of my past life and the humiliation of this life intertwined in my mind, and hatred grew wildly like vines, entwining my heart and making it almost impossible for me to breathe.

I unconsciously clenched my fists, my nails digging into the skin of my palms, drawing blood, but I didn't even notice.

"Lunessa, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over these two scoundrels." A voice suddenly rang in my ear. It was Azhi , the wolf companion in my body. He was clearly worried about me.

“It’s not like Darius is the only one in this world who can give birth to high-ranking pureblood werewolves,” Azhi said indignantly, puffing out his round cheeks. “Even Elara, that half-blood, dares to dream of giving birth to a pureblood heir. You are the purest silver-haired pureblood werewolf. As long as you find a real high-ranking pureblood werewolf, you will definitely be able to give birth to a pureblood werewolf too! Then, let’s see how arrogant they will be!”

Azhi's words struck like a thunderbolt, instantly cleaving my chaotic thoughts and illuminating my mind. Yes! How could I not have thought of that? If I could give birth to a true high-ranking pureblood werewolf, not only would I completely wash away my stain, but I could also deliver a resounding slap in the face to Darius and Elara—what they schemed so hard for, I could possess effortlessly. This would be the best revenge against them!

The gloom in my heart instantly vanished, replaced by an overwhelming joy. I carefully picked Azhi up, placed him in my palm, and spun him around three times, my voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement: "My dear Azhi, you're truly my lucky star! Your words have awakened me from my slumber!"

Azhi was dizzy from my spinning around, but she still pouted and said worriedly, "But... nowadays, all the high-ranking pureblood wolves are led by Darius. The others either don't have pure blood or they're subservient to him. Where can we find a truly pure-blooded high-ranking pureblood wolf who is willing to help you?"

Seeing his worried look, I couldn't help but laugh. I reached out and gently rubbed his little head, messing up his carefully styled hair: "You don't need to worry about that, I have a brilliant plan!"

This ingenious plan is a secret I only learned by chance after I married into a high-ranking wolf clan palace in my previous life.

Deep within the rear mountains of the high-ranking werewolf palace lies a hidden altar, where the world's only remaining ancient, golden-striped pureblood werewolf is enshrined. This golden-striped werewolf is of extremely high seniority and possesses unfathomable strength. Even the current chieftain must bow respectfully before it, daring not to overstep his bounds in the slightest.

However, not long after my wedding to Darius, I heard that the ancient golden-striped werewolf failed to survive its once-in-ten-thousand-year mating season, and its internal power went out of control, causing it to explode and die.

At the time, I regretted it for a long time, but now I think it was a godsend.

I secretly pondered for a moment, and based on my memories from my previous life, I deduced that these few days happened to be the mating season of that ancient golden-striped werewolf, which only occurs once every ten thousand years! Pure-blooded werewolves are at their most unstable in terms of power during their mating season, and they also need the most comfort from their own kind. Going to him at this time would undoubtedly have the highest success rate.