The Tyrannical Wolf King's Contract Bride-Chapter 105: Moon Priestess

Lila POV

In New York, an assassin from the Hale family on a mission was besieged by enemy forces and heavily wounded. Suddenly, he felt a warm current surge through his body. His wounds healed at a visible rate, and even his mental exhaustion and the bloodlust from the killing were cleansed away. He looked toward the temple in shock, then dropped to one knee, performing the Wolf Clan’s highest rite of submission.

An ancient Werewolf living in seclusion in the Himalayas was suffering terribly from the degeneration of his bloodline. The arrival of this power made him feel decades younger. The impurities in his blood were purged, and his strength returned to its peak. He threw his head back and howled, his voice filled with gratitude and awe.

At that moment, the entire Wolf Clan, no matter where they were or what their status was, sensed this power. They all stopped what they were doing, faced the temple, and knelt in worship, their hearts filled with an unparalleled sense of belonging and pride.

A new era had dawned for the Wolf Clan.

However, where there is light, there are shadows.

Deep within a remote desert in the Middle East lay a dark, damp underground stronghold.

Derek was hiding there in a pathetic state. He tightly clutched the stolen Tear of the Moon God, his last hope—the trump card he believed would allow him to escape the Hale family’s control and even rule the Wolf Clan himself.

’If I can just absorb this thing’s power...’ A greedy, crazed glint flickered in Derek’s eyes as he poured all his strength into his hand, trying to awaken the energy of the Tear of the Moon God.

However, at the very moment the Wolf Clan across the world felt healing and joy, the Tear of the Moon God in his hand suddenly became bone-chillingly cold.

The gem, which had been emitting a soft white glow, instantly went dark, and a layer of eerie white frost condensed on its surface. It was no longer the divine artifact containing infinite power, but a dead, unresponsive object.

"What?!" Derek shouted in terror, desperately trying to channel his Magic Power. He even bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a spray of vital blood. "Work! Damn you, work!"

No matter how hard he tried, the Tear of the Moon God remained motionless, as if it had been completely "frozen."

Immediately after, an even more intense pain shot from his chest.

It was the mark of his betrayal to the Wolf Clan. At this moment, the mark seemed to come alive, turning into countless venomous snakes that gnawed at him frantically from within. Black, thorn-like scars spread from the mark, instantly crawling across his arms and neck. The excruciating pain made him scream and fall to the ground, convulsing.

"AARGH—! Why... Why is this happening..."

Derek thrashed on the ground in agony, his eyes filled with despair and venomous hatred. He could feel the power inside him being furiously devoured by the mark, while the Tear of the Moon God in his palm radiated a merciless chill.

...

The light faded, and tranquility returned to the temple.

Jasper and I shifted back to our human forms. The weakness in my body had vanished completely, replaced by a cool, powerful aura like moonlight. I stood barefoot on the altar, my silver hair cascading down like a waterfall. The Wolf King’s mark on my neck glowed with a faint silver light, announcing my new identity as the Moon Priestess.

Jasper, for his part, stood even taller, radiating the suffocating pressure of a king. With a casual wave of his hand, a white robe embroidered with a totem of a wolf’s head holding the moon was draped over my shoulders, thoughtfully concealing my figure.

"We welcome the Priestess! We welcome the Wolf King!"

Darius and Silas kowtowed again, their voices filled with the utmost reverence.

I took a deep breath, feeling the power surging within me. I lifted my head, my gaze seeming to pierce through the temple walls, cross mountains and seas, and land with pinpoint accuracy on a corner of the Middle East Desert.

The aura there was Derek’s.

"Found him," I said softly, my voice cool, yet holding an unquestionable authority.

Jasper came to my side and naturally took my hand, lacing our fingers together. He looked into my silver eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips, and asked in a low voice, "Where to next?"

I turned to look at him, squeezed his hand, and said softly, "Home."

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Dawn was breaking. The first golden rays of sunlight pierced the thin morning mist over the sea, gently falling upon the ivy-covered stone walls of Moon Hidden Villa. A salty sea breeze rustled through the blooming roses in the garden. For the villa, it was just another ordinary morning, but for me, having just undergone a spiritual baptism, every inch of the scenery before me seemed to have been repainted, becoming vivid and profound.

Jasper held my hand as we stepped onto the stone path leading to the main house. His steps were steady, and he unconsciously traced the lines on my palm with his thumb, as if to confirm this wasn’t some fragile, beautiful dream. Ever since we completed the Moon Crown Ceremony at the temple, the faint sense of distance he had felt from me had completely vanished. I was no longer that occasionally lost and bewildered shadow nestled by his side, but his Destined Mate who had weathered storms with him, my soul imprinted with his very essence.

Pushing open the heavy, carved oak door, a familiar scent washed over us. The air was a mixture of sandalwood from the antique furniture, the fragrance of fresh morning lilies, and a faint, quiet scent that belonged to the ancient mansion itself. I stopped in the center of the spacious hall, my gaze slowly sweeping across my surroundings.

The old grandfather clock was still swinging tirelessly in the corner, letting out a steady TICK-TOCK. The worn brass ornament on the staircase banister still bore the mark from when I’d accidentally bumped into it. Even the landscape painting hanging above the fireplace was still tilted at the slight angle I remembered.

"Everything is still here," I sighed softly, a faint, indescribable choke in my voice. The memories that had been sealed away rushed into my mind like a flood from an open dam, no longer in fragments, but as a complete timeline. I remembered my nervousness when I first arrived, the first argument I had with Jasper in this very hall, and the anxious nights I had spent sitting here alone, waiting for him to return.

Jasper didn’t speak; he just turned to the side and watched me quietly. The morning light streamed through the stained-glass window, casting a soft golden halo around me. The Wolf King’s mark on my neck was partially visible beneath my collar, glowing with a faint silver light that shimmered in concert with the tears glistening in my eyes.

"Let’s go take a look upstairs," Jasper said, squeezing my hand, his voice low and gentle.

We walked up the stairs side-by-side, our footsteps echoing in the empty corridor. My heart began to beat faster involuntarily as I stood before the familiar bedroom door. Jasper pushed the door open and went in first, then turned and opened his arms to me.

Without hesitation, I rushed into his arms. The familiar scent of cedar instantly enveloped me—a scent that made me feel completely safe. I buried my face in his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat as if it were the most beautiful music in the world.

"Jasper," I said with my eyes closed, my fingers clutching his collar tightly. "I remember everything. Everything about the Goodrich family, about my mother, and... about us."