Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate - Chapter 129: Meeting Her Mother

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.

Lin Ling, who had wood-type abilities, died in the first year of the end of the world, and it has been ten years since he opened his eyes again. After ten years of turmoil, zombie siege, and natural/natural/disaster/disasters, the city has all become In the ruins, very few people survived.

At this time, in order to rebuild their homes, to resettle the surviving people, and to encourage planting, the country allocated land according to the head, and each person allocated a large piece of land.

Holding the land use right certificate, Lin Ling rushed to the land allocated to her by the state. Along the way, she was planning to plant rice first, then raise chickens, and raise two big fat pigs.

When she was full of fantasies about the abundance of grains and flocks of chickens and ducks, she rushed to her new home and looked at the scorched black hills with no grass growing, um… she should start by planting trees.

Year after year, as far as Lin Ling could see, there were green hills and green waters, gurgling water, flocks of chickens and ducks…a piece of scorched and desolate land became full of vitality.
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Looking at the vibrant village, the only downside is that Lin Ling is alone for ten miles around, so lonely!
She looked at the golden wheat field, spent ten catties of wheat generously, and bought a companion, who was su and handsome, but a little clingy, and always wanted to meet her.
Lin Ling looked at the wheat field, um… She has reason to suspect that the chatter is coveting the wheat in her field!

PS:
1. Daily farming + infrastructure.
2. Daily update, update at nine o’clock in the morning.
3. The author’s writing style is average, there are bugs, super overhead, everything is for the plot, enjoy reading the text and pictures, please don’t delve into it.

Content tags: farming culture infrastructure
Search keywords: Protagonist: Lin Ling ┃ Supporting role: Please bookmark! ┃ Others: Farming Literature, End Times,
One-sentence introduction: I am engaged in infrastructure construction in the last days
Conception: Work hard to live a happy life Daily farming + infrastructure.

- Description from novelbuddy

This game has two choices: become a reincarnated hero in another world or receive a duty as a god who guides such people. A man chooses the latter and becomes Raymund, the god of hope. He was tasked to send heroes to grant people's prayers in the mortal world.

After his heroes complete various missions, Raymund can choose a new one from the afterlife. That means he can make a harem of badass women!

A gorgeous formidable warrior? A cute loli wizard? A sexy ninja, maybe? Or perhaps a lovely woman with a unique job class? The possibilities are endless.

However, getting his heroines to complete missions is no easy feat. Raymund still had to think hard and make the right decisions.

So, will Raymund and his women be able to answer those prayers?

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