Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

The palace of the werewolf clan in the frigid northern region.

Flames roared, and distorted heat waves blurred the air.

The burning object was vaguely visible as a "human-shaped" thing, emitting a burnt and charred stench.

A handsome young man was being held by elders on both sides and forced to kneel behind the flames.

Dried bloodstains still lingered at the corners of his mouth, his eyes were bruised and purple, and his pale skin appeared translucent in the glow of the red fire. His eyes, like poisoned nails, were fixed firmly on the palace throne—

The werewolf chieftain, who commanded respect without even raising his voice.

The wolf king looked down at him from his high position, his large palm slowly stroking the wolf head carving on the throne, the rings on his ten fingers gleaming coldly, symbolizing supreme power.

He was twice the size of an ordinary werewolf, with cold and contemptuous eyes, as if the other werewolf before him was nothing more than an overconfident ant.

"The werewolf clan values ​​strength above all else." The wolf king's voice was deep, yet every word was like a knife. "Every successor must accept a challenge from their own clan three days before the ceremony begins. The victor is the true next leader. If you are dissatisfied, you can challenge him during those three days. Why resort to such despicable means?"

"Ha, challenge him? Hahahaha—"

The young man seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world, and laughed briefly, his voice thin and strained, like a wild beast driven to the brink of despair.

"He's a chosen one, the savior of the werewolf clan. How could I possibly challenge him? Once he wins that human's love, only he can become the leader. To break the werewolf curse, who will care who the true strongest werewolf is?!"

Who cares how much he sacrificed to revive his subordinate clans and for the position of head of state?!

The wolf king watched his howls and madness silently, then slowly stood up. His black iron boots stepped onto the stone steps, and the entire hall fell silent under his oppressive aura.

"A true powerhouse..." His voice was low and menacing, as if it came from hell, "Interesting. You dare to utter such arrogant words before even challenging him? You're seriously underestimating the pure wolf king blood flowing through my son's veins."

The young man's breath caught in his throat; the surging hatred in his chest almost tore him apart.

The wolf king continued to stride forward until his tall figure completely enveloped the youth.

He leaned down slightly, his voice almost gentle, yet carrying an undeniable cruelty: "However, you did say one thing correctly."

His fingertips gently lifted the young man's chin, yet the force was enough to crush bones: "If it weren't for the rules passed down from our ancestors, do you think you'd even be worthy of fighting him in this lifetime?"

"..."

"He is my only son, and the only heir to the Wolf King's bloodline. As his father, I can do as much as I can for him. Killing you would be as easy as crushing an ant. However, I will not do that, because you will be defeated by him in front of everyone at the enthronement ceremony. Then you will open your eyes and see clearly what a true strongman is."

"..."

The young man clenched his fists so tightly that blood seeped from between his fingers, dripping onto the ground with a dull thud.

His chest heaved violently, and the taste of blood churned in his throat.

But after the wolf king turned and left, he laughed, a chilling and insane laugh.

Did he really think that burning the puppet would prevent him from leaving the palace?

He won't let Hati get that human's love!

Absolutely not!!!

*

The royal family wouldn't dare to make a big fuss about losing a princess.

Firstly, the approaching wedding date would damage the reputation of Baholli and the royal family; secondly, the successive problems involving royal princesses could easily cause panic among the public.

Baholli did try to pick a fight with Hati a few times, but each time Hati deftly deflected his attacks, so he gradually stopped trying to provoke Hati.

Although Xia Yangyang had seen all sorts of potential suitors, she had to admit that Hati always brought her a completely new and unique experience.

To avoid the royal family's thorough search, there was nowhere in the imperial city where one could live in peace, and one had to change residences every few days.

When her shoulder injury improved slightly, Hati took her to a different location, a process akin to walking on the edge of a storm.

As the horses' hooves kicked up mud, the Royal Cavalry's armor shimmered like fish scales in the moonlight.

Hati suddenly buried his face in Xia Yangyang's neck and rubbed against her: "Quick, call me your alcoholic husband."

The human princess blinked rapidly, at a loss for what to do.

"Hurry up," he urged in a low voice, and bit her ear.

"You...you damned drunkard!"

The noble princess uttered a vulgar word for the first time in her life, and her face burned with shame.

In the darkness, Hati's deep laughter seemed to pierce through her rapidly beating heart.

The mounted guards glanced at them, disgustedly bypassed the "poor" couple, and rode away.

Hati looked up, his eyes gleaming with the satisfaction of a prank: "Seriously, my sister's insults sound like she's reciting a Bible prayer."

*

Although Hati helped her hide from the search, the capital city was so big that even if they searched every house, they would eventually be caught.

The pursuers' torches seared countless holes into the night. Blair pulled his horse to a halt at the head of the cavalry, shouting, "Xia Yangyang! Have you caused enough trouble? Do you want to ruin the honor of your father and the entire royal family? Come back with me now and apologize to King Baholis, begging them to forgive you, you unchaste harlot!"

The human princess stood before the precipice, stepping backward onto a tumbling mass of rocks, her skirt blooming in the wind like a crimson datura flower.

Two lines of resolute tears slid down her cheeks, which she wiped away with her sleeve.

"You might die if you jump," Hattie whispered in her ear, his long eyelashes fluttering, more like a seduction than a warning.

The princess took a step back and missed her footing: "So what if I die?"

As they fell, she heard him chuckle in her ear: "You've already died once for Saint Sveta, shouldn't your next life belong to you?"

She kept her eyes closed and did not reply.

*

At night, the two of them temporarily rested by the lake at the bottom of the cliff.

Xia Yangyang removed the broken arrow that had pierced Ha's chest from his back and wiped it with hemostatic herbs.

To be wounded only once amidst a hail of arrows, I wonder where such good fortune came from.

Without any anesthetic, Hati remained silent on her lap the entire time, his large tail quietly wrapping around her wrist like some kind of warm shackles.

When Xia Yangyang examined his body closely for the first time, she discovered that his scars were a mix of old and new, and there were even many burn marks.

The natural selection process is always brutal, and it must be different from the process of growing plants in a greenhouse.

She felt a little uneasy.

She extended a finger and poked the tip of his nose, asking softly about the wound on his back: "Was this a mark left to protect your companions?"

"No, it's to snatch the best wild boar meat."

Hati's lazy voice made Xia Yangyang's rare feeling of heartache instantly disappear.

Her lips twitched: "...This one?"

"Trying to cut my hair during the full moon."

"What about this one?"

"I secretly wore my mother's dress, but I never expected the petticoat to be made of steel wire."

"..."

The person tending to the wound suddenly became very quiet. Hati turned his head in confusion and saw the once stern and noble princess covering her mouth with both hands, her body trembling slightly, revealing only a pair of beautiful, watery eyes that were almost curved into semicircles.

She tried hard to suppress her laughter, but it still leaked out through her fingers: "You... how could you be so unlucky... to get injured like this from childhood to adulthood... and you even wear werewolf clothes... what kind of fetish is that... pfft—hahahahaha."

The princess's cheerful laughter startled the little squirrel that was searching for pine cones.

The night was chilly, but the campfire warmed people's hearts.

Hati crossed his arms, his golden eyes reflecting the moonlight and her smiling profile, unsure whether to be angry or amused.

*

For wolves, evading capture in the forest is as easy as breathing. Hati sent a message to his men in Saint Sveta, but it would take them time to arrive.

During this waiting period, the most unbearable thing for werewolves is the night of the full moon.

"Scared?" Hati grinned maliciously, his sharp teeth gleaming white in the moonlight, and drops of blood trickled from his drooping paws to the ground. "This is nothing, little princess."

Xia Yangyang had just returned when she saw this scene. Holding a bamboo tube full of water, her knuckles turned white, and she unconsciously took two steps back.

Hati leaned lazily against a tree, the moonlight casting a long shadow of his half-wolf, half-human form. Beside him lay the carcass of a tiger, twice his size, its belly ripped open, a gruesome sight.

She had never seen Hati exude such a dangerous aura, like a wild beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood.

He suddenly walked towards her, but her feet seemed to be nailed to the ground and she couldn't move.

His breath, tinged with the stench of blood, brushed against her ear: "Do you know what's most dangerous about a werewolf full moon?" He licked his fangs. "The smell of blood excites me."

"..."

"I still remember the taste of the princess's flesh and blood. It was sweet, smooth, and delicious. It was the best-tasting prey I had ever eaten."

"Prey?" The human princess's voice rose eight octaves, her eyes filled with disbelief. "Are you kidding me? This is not funny at all."

"It's this spot, isn't it?" Hati gently blew away the stray hairs covering her neck. The spot where he had bitten her was completely bare, causing him to frown. "There's not even a marking scar. How can this be? Without a mark, how will others know you're my prey?"

The hot, moist breath sprayed on the side of her neck, and her knees began to tremble, not from fear but from anger.

She suddenly took two steps back and slapped him hard across the face.

"Snapped!"

"You bastard!!"

Hati remained frozen, touching her left cheek. Compared to the impending out-of-control rage within her, the force of the slap was even less than the fragrance emanating from her hand as she waved it.

She turned and ran away in anger.

Hati stared at the tears that had fallen to the ground for three seconds, then turned around and sat back down under the tree.

The forest was eerily quiet.

The dark clouds dispersed, and the bright full moon was about to reach its highest point.

"Have you had enough?" A clear female voice suddenly rang out.

Hati's body jolted violently, and he suddenly looked up, his golden vertical pupils widening slightly.

The human princess, who always blushed when he teased her, stood in front of him, scrutinizing him with an all-knowing look in her eyes:

"First, he deliberately made himself look bloody to scare me, then he said offensive and hurtful things to me. Was he actually afraid that he would lose control and hurt me during the full moon?"

Hati felt her words pass through his ears but didn't register in his mind; all he could see were her glistening lips moving slightly: "You know?"

"Before raising a werewolf, I'd at least try to understand their habits..." She narrowed her eyes, then suddenly walked over and grabbed his wolf ear: "Have you seen enough?"

But before she knew it, her waist went limp, and she was pulled into a pair of iron-welded arms.

Hati's sticky, hot breath sprayed into her ear: "Not enough, not even a thousand times. According to the rules of our werewolf tribe, those who come to us on the night of the full moon are responsible for staying with us until sunrise."

"The rules of the werewolf clan?" Xia Yangyang raised an eyebrow.

Hati hugged her tightly: "It's Hati's rule."

The moon's silvery light grew even brighter.

A muffled groan of pain escaped Hati's lips, his back arched, and his bones creaked and groaned. He pressed her head down, forbidding her to look up, but she could clearly feel his whole body trembling.

A large hand covered in white down hung at her side, its sharp nails digging deeply into its palm.

The human princess forcefully pried open the bloody hooks and gripped them with her own fingers: "You used to watch me act tough, now it's my turn to watch you."

This night was tough, yet also blissful.

A lullaby drifted intermittently from the forest.

Whenever Hathi convulses in pain, he can't help but bare his teeth, and this human princess is actually counting his teeth.

"Thirty-nine... one more canine tooth than last month?" She pried open his mouth to check, her eyes sparkling with laughter. "He's still a growing child after all..."

At dawn, Hati, now back in human form, opened his eyes and found himself nestled in her arms, while she had fallen asleep from exhaustion.

The size difference between the two people made the embrace seem very crowded.

He stared at their clasped hands for a long time, his lowered eyes revealing a complex mix of emotions and struggles.

Finally, he propped himself up and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Thank you, brave little princess.

System: [Environmental risk level -10%, current environmental risk level 10%.]