MTL - White-Robed Chief - Chapter 71 Redeem

Beings that create and control monsters and demons, beings that build and reign over malicious labyrinths, the chosen individuals to possess an overwhelming Unique Skill… They are the Demon Lords.

Liana, a humble omega raised in silence, awakens on her 18th birthday with the scent of her fated mate — the son of the Alpha. But the bond isn't simple. The Alpha has triplet sons, and all three begin to feel the pull toward her. Thrust into the center of political tension and pack rivalry, Liana must confront betrayal, ancient magic, and a forgotten prophecy.As she finds herself entangled with Kael, the stoic firstborn, Jace, the charming troublemaker, and Rowan, the cursed empath, Liana discovers she is more than she was told. Her wolf is the reincarnation of a Luna lost to betrayal. Her bloodline is royal, hidden in shadow. And her destiny is not to choose a mate but to unite a broken world.With Celeste, the Beta's daughter, unraveling in jealousy and Darius, a rogue Alpha with vengeance in his heart, threatening war, Liana must rise. Not as an omega. Not as a mate. But as the Luna fated to reshape the future.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.