MTL - Almighty Little Secretary, She is Flirtatious and Arrogant - Chapter 436 welcome home (2)

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.

A part-time job contract. He became the cold CEO’s imitation boyfriend. He merely wanted to earn a few small bucks and live a comfortable life, but a pity, he was in constant turmoil since then. Well, life had something else for him despite his wishes.“That… beauty, will there be an increase in wages for conversion from ‘boyfriend’ to ‘husband’?”

Because of an accident, Max transmigrated to the Lous Land and became a newborn red dragon.

He could’ve just grown up and matured normally, and he would already be at the top of the food chain, but then he obtained the Discipline Makes You Stronger System.

“Congratulations to the host for completing 20 push-ups daily and persisting for one week, bonus reward Red Dragon Physique +100.”

“Congratulations to the host for completing daily swims in the lava and persisting for one week, bonus reward Dragon Breath damage x10.”

“Congratulations to the host for kidnapping one princess a day and persisting for one week, bonus reward Never-falling Golden Gun.”

“Cough, excuse me System, I’m a Dragon, I’m fine without this reward!” Max said hurriedly. Many years later, the name of Max the Red Dragon echoed through the multiverse. Only the mother dragon standing beside tilted her head and said with a puzzled face, “What, what in the world did I give birth to?”

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.