Doomsday Chat Group: Conquering the Multiverse Heroines - Chapter 606: So Can I Have a Princess?

When a satellite photo of the Arctic was sent back to the countries, the people of the earth were shocked by the content of the photo.They saw thousands of wolves in the Arctic, which even included hundreds of polar bears and Arctic silver foxes, all uniformly looking obedient.On the top of the snowy mountain, a giant Arctic wolf, whose size exceeded everyone's imagination, was looking down on the Arctic ice field from a high position.

I am a girl.But no one can know that.In Silvermoor, only men fight in the war, but House Ironfang has no more males to give.To prevent my father from sure death in the war, I wore his clothes and disguised myself as a man to take his place in the army.We won, but the enemy has taken me captive. The Demonic Alpha King who marked me as his without knowing what I truly am to punish me for losing him a war.But now, it is more than a punishment as he is now obsessed and hell-bent on seducing me. He tells me it doesn't matter what skin I wear, man or woman, he'll always want me.I hope to the Moon Goddess that it isn't true.Because I will never submit to him.

A lightning strike transmigrated Zu An into another world. In that world, he was known as the tr*sh of Brightmoon City, but for some reason, he was married to the gorgeous and highly talented daughter of the Chu clan?

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.