The Earth Is My Dantian - Chapter 486 - gathering of both sides (third update)

“Greatness comes after third death”.

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Joanna Anderson, had nothing except the empty title of being the King's mate, making her a foe to everyone in the kingdom.

Losing her mother in infancy, despised by her father and having suffered so much for years, she was pushed down a cliff and left to die.

Kayden Greyson, fifth King of Twipera, was a gentle and loving soul until the day he lost his beloved and everything changed.

With the bitterness of heart and the mysterious death of all kings in their sixth year of reign, bothering him, he is helplessly faced with death.

Can he find out the true cause and save himself or would he fall prey? And what has her survival had to do with his life?

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The wind howled in response as its sweetness, welcomed the body that was thrown into its embrace.

“I have suffered too much all my life to end up like this. I don't want my life to end like a joke. I deserve more than what I got from life. I, Joanna, refused to die.”

Tears rippled through her face as she closed her eyes waiting for the final destination at death’s door. But… it never came.

No one has ever entered the Ancient Forest of No Return and come out alive but this powerless werewolf girl did.

Not only coming back alive but with a system, making her powerful through completing missions.

The last thing on Joanna's mind after returning was having a relationship or anything that has to do with love but the first mission she got changed everything.

[Main mission: Seduce and make your mate hard and say I LOVE YOU]

[Reward: 50 exp]

[Failure: returning to level 1]

Almost pulling out her hair or crying, the mission remained unchanged? She needed to seduce the king either way.

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Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.

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