The General's Wife Wants to Leave - Chapter 242: As cold as winter snow

A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance---Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence.Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved.But fate was never kind to her.When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world.But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation.That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday.Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead.Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran.But her escape led her straight into a nightmare.The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started.But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant.She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world.What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store.They were her mates.Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child. And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.

“The Earth was chosen by the gods, and all humans were sent to another world, participating in a 'Dark Lord and Hero's game'.Billions of humans played the roles of 'Dark Lord' and 'Hero', each needing to choose their initial race at the beginning.Ethan Jackson was matched to the 'Dark Lord' faction and became a Dungeon King.To his surprise, he found that he could see hidden information that others couldn't...[Goblin Dark Lord] Low-level Bloodline, not recommended.[Stone Giant Dark Lord] Mid-level Bloodline, not recommended.[Magical Treant Dark Lord] High-level Bloodline, recommended.[Golden Divine Dragon Dark Lord] Top-level Bloodline, highly recommended!...Heroes coveted Ethan's dungeon, and the treasures within it attracted numerous adventurers.Among them, there were young Lady Knights, the saints of the royal capital, tsundere female magicians, and innocent but naive female priests...Ethan could never have anticipated that.As the game had just begun, the dungeon's Goblin guards caught a Lady Knight and offered her to him as a tribute.”

Zarah is nothing but a lowly runt in Howl Creek who is bullied relentlessly. She wants nothing more than to leave the oppressive pack. When it is revealed who her mate is—none other than her greatest bully, Alpha Damon—she is humiliated and rejected.She leaves for the human sector and lives her life with her son, only for the past to come knocking. Alpha Damon is back, and he wants his son.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.