Quick Transmigration and Childbirth: The Target is Not Human

Hati's Palace.

On the bed, the light from the window shone into her eyes, and Xia Yangyang reached out to shield her eyes uncomfortably, but she couldn't even muster the strength to lift her arm; her whole body felt as if her bones had been broken apart.

Her delicate, snow-white shoulders and collarbone were covered with tiny red plum blossoms, exposed to the air.

Xia Yangyang's limbs felt weak, and she trembled for a while while supporting herself on the bed before finally getting up and sitting up.

Xia Yangyang: [Do you know what pose werewolves like best?]

System: [What?]

Xia Yangyang: [Have you ever seen dogs mating?]

The system spat out a mouthful of water: [Do I really need to share such a detail?!]

Xia Yangyang was satisfied and sneered: [Heh, I can't suffer alone.]

She looked around; the vast, white palace was empty, the bed curtains billowing in the wind, like a dream.

Having been soaked in the icy pool for too long, her throat felt like it was on fire. With no servants around to command, she got up and dressed after a short while.

The so-called clothing was not formal court attire; it was merely a loose white nightgown.

She pushed open the door and stepped out of the palace, her hand resting on the corridor, her fingertips brushing against ancient murals that had survived for hundreds of years.

As Xia Yangyang walked, she asked, "Why is there no one here? Where's Hati?"

System: [Do you know how long you've been asleep? It's been six days now. The werewolf clan is holding a succession challenge, and all the werewolves have gone to watch.]

Xia Yangyang exclaimed in surprise: "[How come I slept for so long?]"

System: [Before your target left, they fed you a sleeping potion. It's strong enough to keep you asleep for seven days and seven nights.]

No wonder she was thirsty and hungry when she woke up... Wait, the challenge!

Xia Yangyang: [What day of the challenge is it now?]

System: [Don't worry, it's only the first day.]

Xia Yangyang breathed a sigh of relief. There was still time. Lorne and Hati's challenge match was on the third day, and she still had a chance to undergo a blood transfusion.

She bought some food and water in the system shop to replenish her health, went back to the side hall to get her things, and when she returned, the challenge was nearing its end.

Through the corridor, one can see the open space directly in front of the main hall in the distance, where cheers are deafening. Without a doubt, no one is a match for that guy.

"Your Highness, the eldest son of the Sebastian family will be in tomorrow's challenge. He is one of the young leaders with the most supporters. His grandmother and the Queen's mother were sisters from the same mother, so he also has a quarter of the Wolf King's bloodline. His strength should not be underestimated."

"understood."

The sound of hurried footsteps came from behind, and Xia Yangyang was startled. How could they have returned so quickly?

She looked around but couldn't find anywhere to hide, so she opened the door of the palace next to her and crawled under a long table covered with a floor-length tablecloth.

The next second, the palace door was opened from the outside.

A line of heavily armed werewolf leaders filed in.

The voice that led the conversation was Hati's, but it was completely different from the one I remembered.

His usually nonchalant tone was now suppressed to an extremely cold level, exuding an unyielding and authoritative aura.

What kind of person is he really?

After everyone had entered, the palace doors were closed.

For some reason, Hati, who was sitting in the main seat at the front, suddenly fell silent and frowned.

The hall fell silent instantly.

The minister closest to Hati asked quietly, "What's wrong, Your Highness?"

Hati waved his hand: "It's nothing."

It was an ordinary military meeting. Ever since his father gradually handed over his real power to Hati, old-school generals would occasionally join in to make things difficult, mainly concerning troop quotas, winter supplies, the division of hunting grounds, and power struggles among various factions.

Hati always gets to the heart of the matter and solves problems succinctly. His rules are simple and ruthless, but absolutely fair, and everything is decided by strength and merit.

Over the course of several hours, the atmosphere inside the hall gradually shifted from its initial undercurrents to a solemn and efficient one.

Everyone clearly sensed that a new, stronger, and more direct order was being established by this young new leader.

The meeting lasted for several hours before it ended.

The minister beside Hati was the last to leave. Before leaving, he looked troubled and said, "There is one more thing, Your Highness. The chief asked me to pass on this to you. The chief said that the competition should be stopped when it is just right. Going too far would not be good for the unity of the tribe and would easily cause controversy."

Hati rested his chin on his hand, too lazy to even look up: "In the challenge, there are no eyes for the enemy; the victor reigns supreme. I spared their lives out of consideration for our kinship; do you think we can survive on the battlefield by relying on the enemy's humility?"

"Yes……"

It seems their new leader is very good at retorting; what was clearly friendly advice was interpreted as shortsightedness and cowardice.

The minister, having been rebuffed, also withdrew, and the palace doors were closed from the outside.

Hati rubbed his temples, and the lingering coldness of his judgment vanished instantly.

He leaned down, his leather half-finger gloved hand gripping the edge of the tablecloth curtain, and gently lifted a corner.

The sight under the table startled him for a moment.

In the brightly lit but dimly lit cramped space, his lover was curled up on the floor, her back against the legs of a round wooden table, fast asleep.

She wore a pure white nightgown, the hem of which spread out like blooming petals. Her glossy golden curls cascaded down her back, and the cuffs were embroidered with five-colored patterns, covering half of her slender hands.

She rested her head on her arm, breathing lightly, her profile delicate.

Beauty, and more than just beauty.

She was like an angel who had been accidentally left behind here.

She was so pure that she was incompatible with herself and with any power struggles.

A tenderness, unnoticed even by himself, flashed in Hati's eyes. He gazed at her quietly for a moment, then slowly knelt down on one knee.

Xia Yangyang felt warmer and warmer as she slept, and when she woke up groggily, Hati's handsome face came into view.

"What are you doing here?" She saw the familiar tablecloths all around her, and then looked at herself, where she was wearing a black and white tiger skin.

"I'll stay here with you," Hati said with a smile.

The floor was carpeted, so it wasn't cold.

His attire today was quite different. He wore a dark black double-breasted velvet battle suit, made of heavy and expensive material, with a high stand-up collar that hugged his chin. A black and white tiger skin with thick fur was elegantly draped over his shoulders.

Her curly hair, which always hung down in front of her forehead, was tied back with a golden hair clip, revealing her forehead and completely removing her childishness.

He blinked: "Why is my sister staring at me like that? She confessed her feelings to me first, and now she's doing this... I get shy too."

"..."

I can't see through it.

Xia Yangyang withdrew her gaze; after the intimacy, she could no longer distinguish which one was him.

She spoke calmly: "Last night... no, a few days ago, I did that not to save you, but as part of a conspiracy. My goal was to break up your marriage. I wanted the pure-blooded werewolves of your clan to die out with your generation."

She observed his expression, and Hati, who was also watching her, suddenly sighed softly, "Do you remember the two maids who were talking to the side prince back then?"

Xia Yangyang's expression froze.

"I arranged for them to go and say it."

"..."

"And at the bottom of the pool, I rejected you again and again, trying to confirm your attitude, until you took the initiative to prevent me from becoming a wolf."

"..."

"I did it on purpose." Hati showed an expression that was hard to tell whether it was dejection or helplessness. "It's so hard to get you. I've never met a wall harder than you. I really can't do it without using some tricks... Sister, your revenge is exactly what I wanted."

System: [What a coincidence!]

His scheme played right into his master's hands.

After Hati finished speaking, he picked up her hands and placed them on his chest to warm them, saying sweetly, "Although spring has returned, the Northern Region is still very cold due to being covered in snow all year round. Wearing so little, your hands are freezing. It breaks my heart to see you like this."

Their gentle demeanor seemed to have forgotten all the past entanglements; the two were simply a couple who had been together for many years.

Xia Yangyang was so angry she almost laughed. She pulled her hand away and patted his cheek, then pinched his cheeks: "What if I hadn't gone, and your plan had failed?"

"Then I'll design another one." Hati's features were squeezed to the center, making him look somewhat comical.

"What if it still doesn't work out?"

"I'll design ten, a hundred, a thousand."

"So patient?"

"The nature of a predator."

"Alright, alright... It's a pity you're about to die." She released her grip, as if she had picked up some dirt, and clapped her hands. "Otherwise, I would really admire you."

She got up to get out from under the dimly lit table, but was suddenly grabbed by the waist and pulled backward, falling back onto the carpet.

Hati suddenly captured her lips, roughly biting at her soft lips, forcing his way in.

Xia Yangyang paused for a moment, then grabbed the back of his head and responded to him.

The two kissed passionately and fiercely, as if they wanted to devour each other.

He was no longer satisfied with just the touch of his fingers; his large hand slid down, with an air of absolute possessiveness.

"Are you crazy... Stop it!" She yanked hard on his braided hair.

She could sense the revenge in the kiss, so why was she angry? Are werewolves who've lost their virginity really this petty?

Hati raised his head, his eyes dark and menacing, exuding an intense sense of oppression: "Why did you stop? Didn't we make up?"

"Who's going to try to reconcile with you?"

"You've confessed your desire for revenge, and I'm more than willing to accept it. We're in complete agreement, so how can this not be considered a reconciliation?"

She never imagined that this could be distorted.

Xia Yangyang frowned: "Do I look like a masochist? Trying to reconcile with someone who schemed against me, hurt me, and even tried to kill me?"

"I can't deny what you've said," Hati said, his golden eyes narrowing, but his voice softening. "But I have a way to make you temporarily forget the unpleasantness between us."

"What method?"

He licked his lips: "Make love."

Didn't he fight all day? How does he still have energy?

She was secretly relieved—what the heck? Luckily, humans and werewolves still had something in common: they called this kind of thing "making love" instead of "mating."

Otherwise, she really would break down.

"Are you an animal that thinks with your lower body?" Xia Yangyang's tone suddenly turned cold.

"No." His kisses moved from the corner of her lips to her chin, to the back of her neck. Seeing her breathing become more rapid, he followed her wishes and continued downwards. "I just feel that when it comes to expressing myself, my lower body is more honest than my mouth..."

……

A werewolf experiencing its first taste of meat is indeed more terrifying than a werewolf in a berserk state.

His most primal genes were awakened, and only one instruction remained in his mind: to possess relentlessly, to make his partner's entire body reek of his scent and his mark.

They overturned the conference table, leaving marks all over the palace.

The two embraced each other, his forehead pressed against hers, the tip of his nose touching the tip of her delicate nose, and his lips brushing against hers.

Her eyes were unfocused and glazed due to lack of oxygen.

This appearance is absolutely insane.

The two were simultaneously immersed in a beautiful illusion, as if the whole world consisted only of endless pleasure and each other.