Betrayed By My Mate, Claimed By His Lycan King Uncle - Chapter 67: His Lips...

The messengers of destruction have once again been sent by their god, bearing the promise of apocalypse.Fire consumes everything, heralding the end of worlds— from Asgard to Atlantis, from heaven to hell. Once again, the fist of the god of destruction is poised to crush the very dimensions of existence, drawing ever closer to its goal. Amidst the chaos, a humble foot soldier—an insignificant speck on the grand stage—struggles to survive, fighting to climb towards the top.This is the combined story of Global Demon King: Starting as the Abyssal Dragon—Stronghold Legends and writer creativity

Some cubs are not only well-behaved and sensible, but also obedient and promising, but they are not valued or favored.

The boss who broke out from the counterattack mission was forced to retire early and happily lived a comfortable life of raising cubs.

[Gloomy and withdrawn, a junior high school student who died saving someone who fell into the water – the actor’s father thinks that pampering children should start from an early age]
[A loveless scholar who divorces his wife—how can a mere slave talk about his wife]
【A Rebellious Adopted Son—On Inheritance】
[The female supporting role in the story of retiring marriage counterattack—the male lead, you will be able to touch my daughter’s heels in thirty years if you counterattack again]
[After the daughter and the prince made an engagement, the prince moved on – who said that the royal general would not dare to withdraw the engagement? 】
[The playful ex-husband of the heroine of the time-traveling novel—come and work for me. 】
[The virtuous fiancée that the scumbag wants to make up for after being reborn→Forget about harming my daughter for the rest of her life, and want to continue rambling after rebirth? 】
[The gambler father who only knows that he sucked blood from the actor’s son → what? The biggest investor in the crew is my dad? 】
It doesn’t matter if the child is not perfect, Dad will always love you.
Read the guide:
1. To determine the gender of negative characters based on the setting.
2. Involving ancient tactics and so on are all superficial, and various private settings refer to a hodgepodge of history.
3. Although the protagonist is a retired tycoon, he behaves mildly, and the role of raising cubs is the majority.

Content tags: system fast travel cool text growth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Xie Hui ┃ Supporting role: Cub ┃ Others:

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Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her.But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target.The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead.But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate.Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse.Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient.And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes.Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen.Will Meredith break free from her fate?Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war?—Excerpt:“You may have claimed me,” Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, “but you will never own me.”Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating.“Own you?” His voice was velvet and steel. “Little wolf, I don’t need to own you.”He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine.“Because whether you like it or not…” His breath ghosted against her skin. “Your body already responds to me.”Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be.“I hate you,” she forced out.“Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.