Protect Our Clan Leader - Chapter 1569 - 91: I Won Big at Mahjong! I Want It All_4

Mature Content- Rated18+ (No rape)“You look lonely and well...”“Well?” The Alpha gave her a condescending smile.“Broken. Like someone who has fought a lot of battles. Someone who has been hurt.” She said.“It's true. And thus, I am ready to fight even more battles if it promises what I want,” Alpha Maverick said.“And what do you want?” She asked with a sweet smile.“Death. Death of all the rogues for what they did to me,” Alpha Maverick said, looking at the girl who became stiff beside him.“You are not a rogue, are you?” Alpha Maverick looked into her enchanting eyes, his hand caressing her cheeks, making her smile awkwardly.She was indeed a rogue, and not just any normal rogue, but one wanted by the entire world.~~~~~~“I, Valencia Brooklyn, reject Tyler Anderson as my fateful mate. I would rather accept death than a disloyal mate.” These were the exact words that changed her life.Since this werewolf world couldn't accept her for being an omega and not having a wolf, she decided to do the exact same thing.She became a rogue that everyone started fearing and looking for. A rogue who killed other rogues, stole from people, rejected an alpha, deceived the council, and most importantly, lived among humans while breaking all laws and norms.What will happen when someone from the council gives her anonymous case to the strongest alpha in the world? An alpha even stronger than the Alpha King's son?How will she save herself from an alpha who has vowed to kill all the rogues to avenge what they did with him?How will Maverick Aurelius catch this mysterious rogue who doesn't have a scent?When they first meet, he should've killed her, but how was he supposed to recognize her when she was a mere cat?Valencia never turned into her wolf because she was cursed to be a shapeshifter.How will the alpha recognise the rogue in the cat who has developed a weird habit of coming into his room and playing with his things?

# little idiot # frivolous # two-faced # fondnessovertime

Eighteen-year-old Liu Li had just entered freshman year. But during her winter vacation, she inexplicably became a married woman?!

Ah, wait. That was a mistake. She became engaged.

What?! They’ve been engaged since childhood! Wouldn’t it be more convincing to say that she had made that decision in her previous life instead?!

Who would believe a story like this? Did they think she was a kid that was born yesterday?!

But then…

Why does she have a love token from the Tang family? And it was something she had worn since young till now.

Can she not get married? No! What to do? She was only eighteen years old.

The law states that girls can only marry once they reach twenty years of age! Oh, they’re not going to register here, so they didn’t need to wait till she reached twenty!

Highlight 1:“Hello, may I know how to get to the Tang family residence?”

With a smile on her face, Liu Li looked at the address on her phone as she asked a driver who had stopped at the side of the road for directions.

Then, her gaze traveled upwards. A man had opened the car door and gotten out of the car, standing in front of her.

He was almost 30cm taller than her! Liu Li couldn’t help but stare. Finally, the kind hearted driver personally escorted her to the Tang family residence.

Wait a minute, he’s the Tang family’s eldest son…

Her fiance!!! Highlight 2: “Do you know that I’m only eighteen years old?”

With an indifferent look on his face, the man glanced at her cooly but didn’t respond. Liu Li puffed up her chest, summoning her courage as she continued, “So, you can’t force a little girl to do something she doesn’t want to do! “I have a list of rules so that we’ll get along after marriage, and we’ll abide by them together. “

First, I sleep on the bed, and you sleep on the couch. If you’re not happy with that, we can do it the other way around too!

“Second, we’ll pretend we don’t know each other if we see each other in public. Of course, you can’t call me ‘wife’ or ‘darling’ either. “Third, this marriage will go on for two years. We’ll sign the divorce agreement first in case you regret it when the time comes.

“Fourth, you have to give me an allowance every month. If you can’t give me one thousand, five hundred is fine too!”

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“Coming live to you, from Cerou Street, this is MBP News, and we have an unfolding situation to report. Late last night, at approximately 3:00 AM, an explosive-like sound reverberated through this area, disrupting the sleep of residents and instilling fear in their hearts,” the news anchor, a striking figure, delivered the report with poise, standing before the camera amidst a bustling scene.

In the background, the blaring horns of ambulances and police vehicles disturbed the serenity of the beautiful morning light. Two individuals wearing protective suits, presumably forensic experts, held a stretcher carrying a charred body.

The news anchor, who had been reporting earlier, placed a hand on her ear, fitted with an earpiece, and looked visibly surprised. Her voice filled with urgency as she continued, “We have just received an update from our headquarters regarding the sole fatality in this unexpected incident. The victim of this tragic event is none other than Norman, the famous gigolo of Night palace.”

“My colleague, who was set to cover an event today at Nightplace, obtained this information firsthand from Countess Maria, who held a special place for Norman in her heart. Our focus this morning is on this breaking news,” the female news reporter continued amidst the chaotic scene, while Norman's charred body lay alone in the ambulance.

Meanwhile, in a different world, a young boy lay fast asleep with his head on the table. The sun, seemingly displeased with the boy's carefree slumber, cast its rays directly onto his face. Annoyed by the intrusion, the boy shifted his head in another direction, unwilling to be roused from his deep sleep.

*ZZZr Zzrz Zzrzzr* However, an additional source disturbed his sleep, filling the room with a buzzing sound. The boy furrowed his brows in annoyance, his eyes still closed. He searched his surroundings and discovered a glass-like slab. With closed eyes, he slid his finger across it and placed it near his ear.

“Hello...” he mumbled in his drowsy voice, which carried a hint of depth.

“Hey, Pissed-up Prat, where are you?” a voice laced with disdain emanated from the slab.

The boy, referred to as the “Pissed-up Prat” by the irritating female voice, recognized it as a voice he heard frequently but couldn't recall its owner. With his eyes still closed, he inquired, “Who is this?”

“What do you mean, 'who is this'? Wake up, come home, or eat shit for breakfast if you prefer!” the voice behind the transparent slab retorted before falling silent.

The boy, still not fully awakened, gazed at the half-opened glass slab with a mixture of confusion and surprise. As his eyes darted around the room, he became increasingly shocked.

As he recollected the fragmented memories from the night before he lost consciousness, his gaze fell upon the entrance of the shop. Once old and damp, it now bore a different appearance. While not transformed into a luxurious space, it had undergone improvements compared to its previously dilapidated state.

The shop took on a rectangular shape, with one longer side adorned with wooden shelves intricately patterned. Rows of empty glass jars lined these shelves. On the opposite side, there was another wooden shelf, also displaying empty jars. Towards the beginning of the counter, where the boy had been sleeping, there stood a peculiar machine.

Confusion etched across his face, he murmured to himself, “Whose shop is this?”

In response to his question, a mechanical voice resonated in his mind.

[The Omnistore belongs to you, host.]

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My GPA is lower than a slime’s mana.My name is Atheron il Ataraxia, and I’m the walking disgrace of the Royal Academy of Magic.I’ve been held back twice, my essays are used in class as examples of how not to cast spells, and professors sigh in relief when I don’t blow something up during morning lectures.Truth is? I don’t even like this world.I was summoned. A girl from this world pulled me in like a card from a cursed deck, and now I’m stuck living here. Attending classes, battling evil spirits, and dealing with stuck-up nobles whose names are longer than my backstory.But something’s off. My mana doesn’t behave like theirs. The world listens when I speak. And the whispers I hear at night? They’re getting louder.They say evil spirits wander through Ashgrad under the light of the moon. And I think they’re looking for me.They think I’m a failure.Maybe I am.But if this cursed academy wants to survive the next full moon, they might just have to rely on me — the last-ranked summon with a dangerous secret.