Rebirth Of The General's Granddaughter - Chapter 172.2 - Bite You to Death, You Lecher!

Miss Witch's 'warm' daily life in the Cyber Interstellar Era, occasionally epic and impassioned.————She was a timid girl who grew up in the cyber metropolis.She was a crying child trudging through the mud.She was a Legendary star admired by the vulgar masses for her transcendence.She was a dark songstress who brought sorrow and tears to the world.She was a cold-hearted Witch who could not speak of false hope.She was a bloodstained Angel singing the finale...

It’s not always the Asians who get isekaied. Very rarely does an American get chosen, though the lords of isekai have reasons for that. It’s time for John to remind them of those reasons.This story started as a gag. It is no longer a gag.

“You’re ours,” Varen whispered, his voice a velvet threat, “and we don’t share unless it’s with each other.”I was never supposed to matter.An omega raised in the shadows, hidden behind my warrior family's shame, I only ever wanted to survive. Maybe, if I was lucky, find love with someone like me— someone quiet. Gentle. Unseen.But the moon had other plans.And under its eerie blue glow, three impossibly powerful, dangerously beautiful Alphas—triplets— claimed me as their mate.Varen. The charming firebrand with a wicked tongue and a sugarcane smile.Kiel. The silent forest poet who sings to wolves and kisses like moonlight.Thorne. The battle-scarred leader who doesn’t believe in fate... yet burns when I walk away.They were meant to lead the pack.I was meant to be nothing.Now I’m caught between them — between chaos and devotion, between savage protection and secret longing. I should have run the night they called me “mate.” But when my bloodline reveals a rare power the world thought extinct, I become the key to a storm that could tear our world apart.Betrayal bleeds through every shadow.My family sold me.My enemies want to own me.And love? It was never supposed to look like this.But maybe fate didn’t get it wrong.Maybe I was never made for one mate.Maybe I was made for them all.

Back in 1998, an ordinary person who has been through, tired, cried, and fought, hopes to run down-to-earth and keep up with the trend of the times.

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