Choosing Between a Vampire and a Werewolf Chapter 1

Preface：（The king ordered me to choose a mate between a vampire and a werewolf.

I fell in love with the werewolf Darian at first sight and chose him without hesitation.

On our wedding day, Darian marked me in front of the entire tribe, making me his mate.

His childhood sweetheart, Faye, ran out of the territory in a fit of rage, only to encounter hunters who brutally killed her.

Afterward, Darian arrived at the scene and said nothing as he looked at Faye's mangled corpse.

He simply carried her away himself to bury her.

He continued acting like nothing happened, playing the loving husband with me.

But the moment he unified the tribes, he drove a blade through my throat, his eyes full of hatred.

"If not for your voice calming my people during the full moon, why would I be forced to marry you?"

"Faye wouldn't have been heartbroken, wouldn't have run from the tribe to be killed by hunters. Now I'm sending you down to apologize to her!"

Sharp pain struck. When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to the day the king made me choose a husband.）

Two portraits lay before me. On the left, Darian smiled wildly and arrogantly.

But I only felt a bone-chilling cold, the pain of a blade piercing my throat surging back.

My face pale, I quickly looked past him and raised my hand to point at the vampire.

"Your Majesty, I choose Cillian."

The king's tone was hesitant: "Bella, you're not choosing Darian?"

"This alliance is no joke. Once you choose, there's no going back."

The king knew of my feelings for Darian, so naturally he was puzzled by my choice.

But rebirth was too bizarre to explain. I simply nodded firmly.

"I will not regret it."

Seeing this, the king asked no more questions. He put away Cillian's portrait carefully.

"I'll send for the shaman immediately. Tomorrow we'll open the altar to the heavens and announce your alliance with the vampire clan."

The shaman came from the witch tribe, able to commune with heaven and earth. All interracial marriages required him to write the marriage contract and present it to God.

I nodded, bid farewell to the king, and rose to leave.

Walking out of the palace, my personal maid Aria rushed up to me, winking suggestively.

"Holy Maiden, did you get your wish?"

I was about to shake my head when I saw Darian hurrying over.

He stopped before me, undisguised disgust in his eyes.

"Holy Maiden, I already have someone I love. I'm afraid I cannot marry you."

I looked up in surprise. In my last life, when the shaman announced our alliance, his eyes were full of reluctance but he hadn't refused.

Now he couldn't even wait for the shaman to emerge before rushing to get rid of me.

It seemed Darian had also been reborn.

Seeing my continued silence, Darian grew instantly agitated.

"Bella, can you have some self-respect? After what I just said, you're not still going to force yourself on me, are you?"

I glanced at him, my tone mocking: "Where do you get the confidence that I'd definitely choose you?"

"You can rest easy. I didn't choose you. Who you love is none of my business."

Darian's expression paused slightly, then he frowned.

"How could you not choose me? Bella, stop being childish. Go back to the king and choose someone else. Once the shaman arrives, it'll be too late."

I felt extremely irritated. Thinking of how he'd deceived me in my past life, then killed me to repay kindness with enmity, I was furious.

I had no interest in idle chatter with him. I left just one sentence: "Believe it or not."

Then I stepped aside and quickly walked away.

Maid Aria puffed up indignantly on my behalf.

"Holy Maiden, Darian is too much. You constantly sent him treasures, which he accepted without question."

"You showed your affection, he never refused, and he'd engage in little flirtations."

"Now he suddenly says he has someone he loves—this is pure manipulation of your feelings!"

I let out a mocking sound. Yes, Darian had countless opportunities to refuse me.

I wasn't the type to cling desperately. If he loved someone else, I would have left.

But he coveted my siren clan's abilities, wanted me to use my voice to help calm the wolf tribe's agitation during the full moon.

Yet didn't want to let down his childhood sweetheart Faye.

How ridiculous. He was the one who needed me, yet he acted so proud.

The wolf tribe wasn't harmonious. The newly appointed leader of the northern snow wolves was fierce and skilled in battle. Darian's clan was being beaten into retreat.

And on full moon nights, all wolves became irritable and angry, losing their senses.

Darian used my voice to keep the tribe in optimal condition, then launched a surprise attack on the snow wolf pack during the full moon, successfully unifying the wolf tribe.

The moment the tribes unified, he didn't come to thank me, his greatest contributor.

Instead, he chose to kill me to avenge his little sweetheart.

This life, I wanted to see how he could defeat the snow wolf tribe without my help.