Choosing Between a Vampire and a Werewolf Chapter 8

Darian was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly explained.

"We've known each other for some time. I can't bear to see you marry and suffer!"

I found it laughable and laughed accordingly.

"Darian, I remember yesterday you threatened me multiple times not to choose you, saying even if I chose you, you'd refuse without mercy."

"So now isn't my choice exactly what you wanted?"

"Did you suddenly discover you're in love with me? Or does my not choosing you hurt your ego and make you unwilling to accept it?"

Darian's eyes flickered, his tone evasive: "It's nothing like that. I said I just can't bear to see you unhappy."

"If you really want to marry me, I can marry you too. You're the Holy Maiden—I can make you the legitimate wife and Faye the concubine."

"This is already my biggest concession, not making you a concubine and humiliating you."

My expression instantly turned cold, anger burning fiercely in my heart, disturbing my peace.

"Ha, so I should thank you?"

"Darian, you're way too confident. Why would I give up Cillian who's devoted only to me, to choose you and share a husband with another woman?"

Darian also grew agitated, apparently seeing no problem with his words.

"Don't you like me? I'm giving you the chance to marry me. You should be grateful, not forcing me to make more concessions."

"Faye is devoted to me. I can't abandon her."

I pressed my temples wearily, not wanting to hear more of his nonsense.

"Sure, sure. You can give this opportunity to someone else. I forfeit. You have no business here—you can hurry back to wolf territory and continue with your three wives and four concubines."

"Aria, show him out!"

Ignoring the furious Darian, I quickly walked back to my chambers.

In my last life, Darian was good at pretending. With Faye also dead then, I couldn't see his true face early enough.

Otherwise I wouldn't have ended up dying so miserably.

Exhausted in body and mind, I lay down to rest.

The next day, Darian bid farewell to the king and hurried back to the wolf tribe.

I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately he still had some dignity as a tribal leader and didn't shamelessly cling to me anymore.

The next half month was relatively peaceful. I spent my days in the palace embroidering my wedding dress.

And visiting the king's palace to pay respects and chat.

This day when I came to pay respects, the king suddenly mentioned Darian.

"Bella, Darian is being beaten into retreat by the snow wolf tribe. He's at the end of his rope now."

"A defeated wolf king is either executed or expelled from the pack. Will you go help him?"

I shook my head decisively: "If he can't defeat the snow wolf tribe, it means he's not a good leader and isn't suitable to unify the wolf tribe."

"Survival of the fittest, victor becomes king—that's the law of survival."

In my last life with my help, Darian defeated the snow wolf king.

The opponent was straightforward—defeated was defeated. He killed himself, only asking that Darian treat his people well.

As fellow wolves, incorporating the snow wolves would expand Darian's power—all benefit, no harm.

But he was insane enough to massacre the entire snow wolf tribe.

Such a person was never suitable to unify the wolf tribe.