Sovereign of the Ashes - Chapter 317: Nostalgic Flavors

She always knew there was a woman hidden in his heart, so when that woman appeared, she obediently withdrew. However, unexpectedly, he abandoned his 'beloved' and instead frequently invited her.“Mr. Fu, didn't you say there was a contract to discuss?” He pressed her against the cold wall, continuously approaching: “If you were a bit uglier, perhaps I would want to talk contracts and drink tea with you, but you're so beautiful, I only want to talk love with you.”To him, Qiao Mo was like his most cherished treasure, and whenever others looked at her, he felt they were trying to steal her.

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?”She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary.“What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.”He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power.Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light…The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air.“No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli.They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man.…A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal.However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…”

After an unexpected romantic encounter with the newly appointed beautiful county magistrate, Xu Qianli, who originally faced setbacks in both career and love, begins to turn his fate around.He rises steadily, gaining success in politics.“Power, wealth, and beauty are all within my grasp!”

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.