MTL - Marriage of the Di Daughter - Chapter 161 restore

She was floating.. no, hanging! On what?! She struggled to get back on her feet but was pulled into something so.. hard and warm.And It smelt so damn good...She tried looking back to see what was holding her but the 'thing' wasn't having it.She looked down to see a very large pair of strong and hairy arms, wrapped around her torso, sending jolts of unexpected pleasure to her nether region.“Let me go, you dumb brute!!” She screamed, squirming in his arms, trying to slip out of his unyielding grip but stopped when she realized his grip was getting tighter.“What is this?! Tell him I do not want him! I reject mphh...” Her words were cut off by one of the men surrounding her.“I'll only release you so long as you promise to listen to 'us'.” The man holding her said.Who were the 'us' he mentioned?They were none other than the three sons of the Alpha. And I... Who was suddenly caught by them, was an Omega.They wanted to talk, huh? Well, so be it. There was only so much an Omega like her could do anyway.“Fine,” she said, relaxing her stance. “But you have to give me some space. Please,”“Not a chance, princess,” he said, his face bearing a smug that made her sigh in annoyance.“Fine,” she said and he relaxed his grip on her, giving her a chance to at least stand to her feet.As soon as she stood firmly on her feet, she looked up at all three of them and the most crazy thing happened.She heard her wolf purr in her mind.'MATE'What?************Bethany Sage.Your average everyday Omega, had never really liked her average, mediocre life. She loved the peace but had always been one to love more..She had been envious of Audrey-The Beta's beloved and only daughter-whom everyone envisions to be the future Luna of Black River Pack.She always dreamt of having a mate with so much power and not because she thought Audrey was a aggravating - She kinda did- and on her 18th birthday, her dream comes true!!But of course, Selene-The Moon Goddess-has never been one to do things the normal way.. including assigning a mate..or mates..

I’m an imperial uncle; his imperial majesty’s uncle.

Once, someone with nothing better to do took a comprehensive survey of the current dynasty, and summed up the imperial court’s three great cancers.

Wang Qin leads in corruption; the treasury is never full.

Yun Tang favours a few, forming cabals; leading to corruption in our politics.

Prince Huai plays with power, and serves as the head of a hundred poisons — thus causing instability to the throne.

When they talk about the most venomous of vipers, the wicked one who plays with power, the biggest cancer of them all, they’re talking about me: this insignificant prince, Prince Huai, Chengjun.

I can only say that I feel rather hapless in the face of these theories.

In truth, I have been ever dutiful, ever devoted, devoid of intention to monopolise power, and possess even less of a heart to covet the throne. In the entire imperial court, I dare say there is no loyal subject more loyal than I.

But, most tragically, in all the realm, the matter of my being a loyal subject is something that not many would believe.

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**Updates Paused Temporarily to Resume on the First Week of March; Check Chapter 292 Author’s Note For More Information.[Warning: Contains Mature Content]“Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world.”Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’.The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods?Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.****Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…“…today is the day you will die.”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.