I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes - Chapter 111 - : (103) The Urge to Kill, Eliminate the Roots! (Seeking monthly tickets, recommendations, and subscriptions)_1

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked.Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed.In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider.But now, she's done playing by wolf rules.She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page.“You're angry?” he growls.“Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost.A silent war brews under the roof they once called home.Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion.With every cold glance and calculated step,she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved.And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke...It may be far too late to win it back.

Chiyuki Hoshino, a beautiful otaku girl, traveled to the world of Yu-Gi-Oh! with her Fate/Grand Order Heroic Spirit deck.“Blue-Eyes White Dragon!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“My most loyal servant, the Dark Magician!”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!”“I…”“Activate the effect of Arash! Stella!!!”Amid the ruins and countless corpses (thanks to Arash), Chiyuki wiped her forehead and smiled brightly. “Playing cards is so damn interesting.”For those interested in reading this fanfic, please note that I am not the original author. I have only translated and edited it to make it as readable as possible.

She was the most unpopular female wolf in the New Moon Pack, as lowly as a blade of grass. Eight years ago, her mother went missing, her father was killed, and her entire pack was exterminated. Thus, she had been demoted to the lowest servant level by her father’s murderer. For eight years, she had been beaten, cursed, and starved, but she kept her identity a secret.

This year, she turned eighteen years old.

He was the alpha of the largest werewolf pack in all of America and shone like the sun. With his perfectly sculpted face and a tremendous amount of money, no werewolf didn’t know his name, and he was the dream lover of every woman. Everything seemed perfect, except for the fact that he didn’t have a mate yet.

This year, he turned twenty-six years old.

What kind of spark or conflict would there be when they meet by chance?

“Rose, I can give you everything you want. In exchange, you have to be mine.”

“Alpha, the truth is, I’m—”

“Oh, Jesus f*cking Christ! Now, you will never escape me, my Luna.

In this world, there is the beautiful mutual and telepathy love.