MTL - The General’s Little Peasant Wife - Chapter 2165 Wall grass

A s*ave boy, Ram, who assassinated an enemy commander to end a war.Jedrik, the great chieftain of the North.Demion, the prince of the South.Charlon, the duke’s daughter.The blood oath they forged plunges a seemingly ended war back into chaos.

Killed in the apocalyptic world and reborn as his 18 year old self, Luke Greyson was given a second chance at life. A second chance to change everything and save his loved ones. With the knowledge of upcoming apocalypse, he will fight and kill to survive and to save his loved ones. From mediocrity, he will rise to become the strongest war god and feared by gods and devils alike.

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“I know exactly who you are,” he murmured, his voice a low growl as he pressed me against the cold stone wall. His body caged mine, heat radiating from him like a wildfire waiting to consume.I lifted my chin, ignoring the way my pulse betrayed me. “Then you know why I’m here.”His lips brushed dangerously close to my ear, not touching—just enough to make my breath hitch. “Do you?” His fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down my arm, stopping just before my bound wrists. “Because you don’t look like a hunter right now.”I swallowed hard. “And you don’t look like a monster.”He chuckled, dark and amused. “Oh, little hunter, you have no idea”. In a world where humans and werewolves are sworn enemies, fate weaves a different tale.Violet, the daughter of James—descended from a long line of legendary werewolf hunters—has spent her life preparing for one mission: to kill Alpha Zain, the feared Demon Alpha. To prove herself worthy, she must bring his head as a trophy. But when she finally faces him, destiny shatters everything she’s ever known.While her sisters, April and Jade, eagerly await news of her death, Violet finds herself entangled in a fate far more dangerous than she imagined. Because the greatest threat isn’t the battle between hunters and werewolves—it’s the bond that should have never existed.