Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

But why? Wasn't this a perfect opportunity for her to call for help? Even if it would hasten his killing of her, at least he wouldn't get away unscathed, right? Why did she just let the maid leave like that? What was she thinking?

"Yes, Your Highness, but are you really alright?" Angie was still worried.

"I'm fine. I'm washing the wolf cub's fur. I'll be out in a bit."

Upon hearing this, Anji outside the hall fell silent.

Hati could easily picture the old woman turning pale with anger upon hearing such words; it was quite amusing.

Taking advantage of a pause in her speech, he slowly hooked a strand of her long hair that was hanging down to her chest with his fingertips, and twirled it around.

"Please come out as soon as possible," Angie said, clearly dissatisfied.

Seemingly realizing that such a statement had no real effect on urging the princess, he quickly added two more sentences: "By the way, the daily necessities that you asked Eric and the others to prepare for that orc have all been delivered. They are all the best mutton and beef that orcs eat, as well as several new outfits made for it by the palace tailors, a ball, a groomer... and other miscellaneous items. The remaining large items for daily living need your decision so that we can make the necessary arrangements."

Angie was a godsend, proving that luck can sometimes be a part of the strategy.

As Angie spoke, Xia Yangyang could feel the gaze falling on her face becoming increasingly intense and venomous, as if it wanted to pierce through her skin and flesh, striking straight at her heart.

"When did you get these things done?" His nose touched her cheek.

"Um...I...I understand." The human princess turned away with a stiff face, tilting her neck back as she tried to avoid him.

The beautiful, slender neckline combined with a wild, masculine energy was an explosive attraction for Hati.

Anji's footsteps outside the hall gradually faded into the distance.

The sound of huge waves returned to the pool. This time, it was Xia Yangyang who pushed hard, and Hati was pushed away by him.

"No way? Poor human princess..." He stared intently at the disheveled human princess before him. Her hair and clothes were a mess, and she was barely managing to stay upright in the pool by supporting herself against the wall with her slender, weak arms. "Did she really believe that my words of unwavering devotion last night were true?"

These words seemed to be the final blow that stripped her of her dignity.

Her face suddenly turned pale, and the half of her leg that was clinging to the pool wall and trying to escape slipped, causing her to fall into the pool.

Water from all directions, carrying a faint smell of blood, instantly flooded my mouth and nose.

She didn't even have the strength to stand up.

The oxygen was becoming increasingly scarce, and the pink warmth before my eyes was replaced by an endless expanse of black.

Just as she was about to drown in the bath, becoming the most shallow and shameful princess in the history of Saint Sveta, she felt a tightening around her waist, and the next second she was pulled out of the water and thrown onto the damp shore.

"Cough cough cough... cough cough...!"

"Are you that desperate for love?" she heard Hati's mocking voice.

Due to blood loss, Xia Yangyang's body was extremely cold, and her dripping eyelashes trembled.

She wanted to speak, but because she had no strength, only her lips moved, and her voice was so faint that it was almost inaudible.

Hati remained standing in the water with her eyes downcast, arms crossed over her chest, her waist slender and upright, her expression showing not only her usual alluring and eccentric nature but also an unusual air of irritability.

He stared at her for a long time, his back slowly bending, his water-soaked wolf ears twitching, and then he pressed his lips to hers.

The moment he heard what she said, his expression became unpredictable.

He heard her say that.

"You should be grateful to me, because I forgave you... I won't care about your betrayal and lies, and your mockery can't hurt me... because I'm stronger... more sincere... and braver than you think. I've encountered countless scumbags like myself since I was a child, and you're no different from them."

"..."

"You should run away."

"..."

"If it weren't for my leniency, you wouldn't have been able to escape the capital..."

Her gaze remained fixed on Hati, as if declaring her victory, even as her vision began to blur and her body gradually lost sensation.

Before she was completely plunged into darkness, the last thing she saw was Hati's sudden upturn of the corners of his mouth and the elusive light in his eyes.

"We will meet again."

System: [Target environment danger level -40%, current environment danger level 70%]

*

The extremely cold regions of the North.

In an ancient castle, despite the passage of time, one can still see how magnificent it once was.

The towering towers point straight to the sky, and the mottled stone walls are covered with vines. Although the huge archway is broken, one can still imagine the magnificent scene of nobles riding through it in the past.

The castle gates opened from the outside, and a tall male figure swayed in. Snowflakes wrapped in a black cloak rushed in, only to be blocked by the immediately closed door.

The man, chilled to the bone, slowly walked to the candlestick, picked up the tinderbox from the mahogany table, and with a flick of his pale, slender fingers, drew a leaping flame onto the wick.

The warm yellow firelight illuminated the man's face, revealing deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge, and a perpetually upturned smile at the corners of his mouth—a reflection of his arrogant disregard for everything.

This is Hati, who left Saint Sveta.

Hati, with one hand bent behind his back in a gentlemanly manner and the other holding a candlestick, walked through the shelves displaying armor and weapons on both sides to a sofa by the window, where he knelt down on one knee.

"Mother, you're reading without lighting a candle."

The night was so dark that, if it weren't for Hati, one would never have guessed that a refined and beautiful noblewoman was sitting there.

The candlelight illuminated the exceptionally beautiful lady, who looked to be under forty. Her skin, thin and pale with a bluish tinge, had been deprived of sunlight for a long time.

She leaned against a deep red velvet backrest, her left fingertips holding a meerschaum pipe for smoking, and her right hand holding an old, yellowed book with intricate writing that seemed to be from recent centuries.

The noblewoman's eyes remained glued to the pages of the book, ignoring Hatti as if he were invisible. Just as she brought her pipe close to her red lips again with her left hand, the cigarette sticking out of the pipe was snatched away by a hand.

"I've never liked you smoking; it's bad for your health." Although Hati's behavior was outrageous, his tone was no different from any child pleading with an elder.

He blinked his beautiful eyes, stubbed out his cigarette in his hand, and leaned against his wife's chest.

The noblewoman stared at him for three seconds, then finally sighed helplessly, her hand, clad in a black lace glove, stroking the top of his head: "These long and meaningless years must find an outlet... You know what I'm angry about."

"No matter what it is, I can give you a satisfactory answer."

"You didn't eat that human princess's heart." The noblewoman's tone hardened as she placed the scroll on her lap. "Hati, why? I should have stopped you when you made that dangerous decision to break the curse!"

The stories of werewolves, hunters, and witches were most popular in the last century, but gradually disappeared by the end of the last century, becoming distant legends that no one believed anymore.

However, few people know that this turning point came from a witch named Taya.

Taya possesses powerful magic. During a battle, she falls in love with the werewolf leader. To be with him, she betrays humanity and becomes an enemy, sacrificing everything before being deeply betrayed by the werewolf leader.

Finally, in a state of utter despair, Taya used all her magic, her life, and her hatred to create a curse that could seal away werewolves for generations to come.

This curse, short lifespan is secondary.

Every night when the moonlight shines on them, their skin begins to rot, revealing their bare bones.

To imprison tens of thousands of werewolves in the castle for eternity.

Loneliness, coldness, death... tormented every nerve of theirs on countless nights, driving them insane.

Many werewolves chose to mate with humans so that their offspring could gain freedom. This would reduce the effect of the curse on their offspring, which is why the trade in orc slaves became increasingly popular.

Hati is the only purebred werewolf who can move freely, not because of any special talent, but because he couldn't bear the life of a caged beast and made a deal with the witch.

Hati's obedient and adorable expression remained unchanged; he simply pressed his mother's hand reassuringly into his own palm: "Mother, do you still remember how to break the curse?"

"You are my only child, of course I remember. You must find the heart of a woman with an extremely yin constitution before you come of age, and eat it in order to break the curse on you forever."

If he cannot do that... he will turn into a handful of snow in the northern region the day after he comes of age.

Thinking of this, the noblewoman gripped Hati's hand tightly once again.

"Not this on me." Hati shook his head, his golden beast eyes bright and dazzling. "I'm talking about the method to break the seal and curse on our entire werewolf race."

She remembers, how could she not remember?

If the leader could win the truest and deepest love of such a woman, using her flesh and blood as a catalyst, along with relics from the werewolf ancestors…

Hati took his mother's hand and gently kissed the back of it: "When I bring her back, let Father pass the throne to me."

A glimmer of hope appeared before the noblewoman's eyes, but it vanished in an instant.

Not to mention how difficult it is to find women with extremely yin constitutions, how could humans, such cunning, treacherous, and selfish creatures, possibly sacrifice their lives for the love of werewolves?

She'd probably be terrified the moment she found out he was a werewolf, right? Besides, Hati only has a year left until he comes of age. In such a short time, you can't even build a deep bond with a dog.

"Do you have a way to make her fall in love with you?" the noblewoman asked.

"Of course." Hati seemed to see that beautiful human princess again, who refused to bow down even on the verge of death. His smile widened as he commented, "She is simple yet stubborn, with a sharp edge hidden in her heart yet bound by external constraints. A human like her was born to fall in love with me."

*

Five months later.

"Hey, newbie, do you even know?"

"What?"

Seeing that no one was around, the maid sweeping the snow on the stone path grabbed her broom and ran to another maid who was spreading sand. She lowered her voice and said, "That assassination attempt on the princess that made Saint Sveta tremble."

"Yes, everyone in the city knows..." The maid spreading the sand said without looking at her, "It's said that the king was furious and sent out three thousand elite cavalry just to hunt down that orc. Saint Sveta was ablaze with fire for ten nights straight..."

"Do you know the details about that orc? It wasn't bred in any slave market at all."

"Huh?!" The maid spreading the sand looked up in shock, then realized she had exclaimed too loudly and quickly covered her mouth.

"It was a slave trader in the market who saw that she was beautiful and picked her up from the roadside out of greed. He trained her for less than three days, and then the princess happened to choose her."

"This... could it be... oh! I see, from the very beginning, this assassin orc was using the slave market to get close to the princess!"

"Of course! You wouldn't believe it, it was Manager Angie and I who pushed open the bathroom door together. That horrifying scene is still my nightmare. The window leading to the outside was wide open, and the wind was howling in. Our noble princess was lying in a pool of blood, her clothes disheveled, with two huge gashes on her neck. The whole bath was blood red..." The maid gesturing exaggeratedly with her arms.

"This...this is too terrifying...Let's talk about something else. I heard that another delegation has arrived from the north. They're quite mysterious; they haven't revealed their purpose at all. But the king seems to be very afraid of them."

Another maid complained, "How strange, what a time of year! It seems like all the delegations from around the world are coming to Saint Sveta..."

The two maids whispered to each other in the midst of a heavy snowfall, and the falling snowflakes carried their conversation to the princess's ears at the window on the third floor of the palace.

She wore a heavy velvet gown with exquisite gold embroidery on the hem, symbolizing royal nobility; however, the magnificent dress could not conceal her slender figure.

Her skin was as white as snow, almost blending into the world outside the window, and her long, pale golden hair cascaded down like a waterfall, smooth and glossy.

Her amber eyes were as deep as a lake, like ice crystals in winter, exuding a cool and serene beauty.