THE LYCAN KING-S SECOND CHANCE MATE

Dark clouds loomed, signaling an impending downpour.

Suddenly, a wild wind arose, churning up thousands of leaves.

A petite figure hurried along the path, her pretty face alight with joy.

In her bag were her summer job earnings, 2600 dollars, enough to send back to her mother and sustain her for a long while.

"Ah, its so cold... Its not even September, how can it be this unusually cold?" she muttered.

The weather was acting up.

Nora Dream wrapped her thin clothes tighter around her and quickened her pace.

The secluded road was nearly devoid of pedestrians.

Boom...

A deafening thunderclap made the sky even darker.

Nora couldnt help but look back at the sky, and she gasped.

Heaven above! From the pitch-black horizon, a fierce lightning bolt seemed to split the earth and sky.

And that terrifying, ghostly lightning was sliding towards her!

"Ah! Nora, youre a sprint champion, run fast!" she encouraged herself and took off running.

An unspeakable fear enveloped her.

It felt as if the sky was falling.

Cursing the wretched weather, she suddenly found herself surrounded by an incredibly bright firelight, trying to run forward only to horrifyingly realize her feet had left the ground.

The beam of fire, from the sky, wrapped around Nora, lifting her into the air.

"Help! Someone, help me! I dont want to die!" Nora continued to ascend, her body rigid, screaming desperately.

She feared death, fearing that her ailing mother would be left unattended if she died.

She was only twenty; to fall from such a height would be too undignified, wouldnt it?

Boom!

Another tremendous, terrifying thunderclap split the world with brilliant light, as if the sky had indeed been cleaved.

"Ah——!" There seemed to be a girls shrill scream, but in the sky, there was no longer any trace of her.

She had vanished.

The wind continued to howl.

The world was plunged into darkness.

Pitter-patter, the raindrops grew denser.

A cold, heavy rain suddenly assaulted the earth.

An inexpensive bag was left on the ground.

The wind picked up, the bag fluttering like a leaf, and...

Whoosh... Banknotes spilled from the bag, dancing in the wind like graceful butterflies.

Night deepened.

Majestic buildings stood in a row.

The door creaked open.

A tall and imposing figure silently entered.

His long hair fell like a waterfall, his eyes like cold stars, his face intense with a murderous aura.

The man looked towards the large bed inside and, sure enough, there lay a woman.

He sniffed the air and snorted coldly, "Is it her?"

A dark figure immediately bowed in response, "My lord, it is her. She is currently the most favored."

The tall and robust man let out a cold laugh, "Well then, Ill take everything that the third brother likes! You may leave and wait outside for my summons."

As the dark figure bowed and retreated, saying, "I obey," the man in luxurious robes, with a wide belt highlighting his strong waist, slowly approached the bed, frowning as he examined the woman.

Her eyes were closed, making it impossible to discern her beauty, but her small, upturned nose was slightly wrinkled, and her round little mouth was like a little fish, tempting a man to taste.

"Humph, indeed a seductive creature!" the man mocked as he stepped forward, lifting the womans chin to examine her.

Her skin was like condensed cream, rosy and flawless.

Her complexion was incredibly fair, without a single blemish.

Such provocative lips, yet she had a baby face with pink baby fat.

The babyish look was still very pronounced.

"So, the third brother likes this type," he sneered coldly.

A girl未曾开发, around fourteen or fifteen. Different from the elegant women he usually associated with.

He dropped her chin and began to unbutton his clothes.

Leaning over the bed, the coldness in his eyes grew denser, his thin lips devoid of any warmth.

The woman was as docile as a sleeping porcelain doll.

However, due to the drug, her cheeks were unusually flushed, and her lips seemed to be congested with blood, red and vivid.

Ethan Lin was taken aback for a moment, then he suddenly lowered his face and fiercely kissed those vermilion lips.

With a force as if harboring deep hatred, he aggressively kissed her, infusing all his coldness into her lips.

Looking again, her lips were wet and even more rosy.

His narrow eyes were fierce, a cold, venomous smile hidden deep within.

Suddenly, he felt a playful mood, something he hadnt felt in a long time, like a cat playing with a mouse.

The handsome man, with light lips, swept his hand, gently undoing her clothes.

Unlike usual, when facing women, he was not rough and direct but couldnt help being gentle, peeling away the womans coverings layer by layer.

His index finger browsed her lips, whispering, "Is this the treasure of the third brother? Ill take it!"