MTL - League of Legends: 700 Years Later - Chapter 1653 God's prejudice!

“As I said, I'm keeping you here to torture you! Don’t make me repeat myself!”Princess Laurel's eighteenth birthday turns into a nightmare—kidnapping, murder, and the revelation that her mate is the perpetrator, a revenge for her father's annihilation of his pack.Their union is fueled by hate, unwanted longing and mixed emotions. She swears to survive and escape but her mate vows to keep her besides him to torment her.With no choice left, Laurel tries to get stronger to survive the torment her mate dishes to her.The infamous Lycan Hunter hears of her predicament and hatches a plan to save but it's thwarted by her mate's brother, who finds her interesting.But even worse befalls Laurel, when the King of all Lycans goes on a rampage to destroy all of werewolves, her kind.DISCLAIMER!!~ Slow Burn Romance~ The Female Lead Gets Stronger~ Daily Updates!~ No Rape~ Has Gory Scenes

The most precious things in the world are priceless. Ordinary men tend to turn a blind eye to this fact. Apart from the treasured air, sunlight, and familial love, there is still one more thing that’s extremely valuable. It’s right beside you and can be easily obtained. But… I wonder whether you can see it?

"Lu Lijun! what're you doing?"

[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: 18+ ONLY. Contains explicit smut, omegaverse, knotting, and mpreg.]“Fuck, still so tight.”That's the first thing I hear after dying.Not a heavenly choir, not a wise guide explaining the mechanics of reincarnation, just a voice like dark honey and broken glass, breath scorching hot against my neck, and a body that absolutely isn't mine rolling its hips back like it has no objections whatsoever to what's happening to it.I have objections, so many objections.My body has apparently decided to hold a separate meeting without me.I was twenty-eight, overworked to the point of literal death, and had never so much as kissed anyone seriously. None of that seems to matter to the omega body I've just woken up in.. currently making desperate, broken sounds into expensive silk sheets, trembling around a knot that shouldn't feel this good, this full, this.. right, while my actual mind is still standing in the corner going what the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK???By the time I finally see his face, it's far too late for dignity. Gray eyes cold as a winter storm, features sharp enough to cut, the kind of beautiful that doesn't ask permission before it ruins you.It gets so much worse when I learn his name.Wuchen Bael, my sister's fiance, the man who looked me dead in the eye afterward and said, without blinking..“Round two?”And I haven't even gotten to the part where I find out I'm pregnant.