Chapter 30: Princess, so beautiful.

Chapter 30: Chapter 30: Princess, so beautiful.

Amy snorted stubbornly. "I will never do that."

After causing such a scene, Loki had no face left to stay. He picked Amy up and walked toward the clan gates.

Miche hesitated in place for a long time before leaving. She wouldn’t be able to cozy up to Klein today; she would have to take it slow and plan carefully.

"Clay Clan Leader, I apologize for letting you see such a joke. I’ll have someone take you to rest, and I will formally apologize to you tomorrow." Leon’s pale golden eyes glistened with unshed tears, his voice low and hoarse.

Klein nodded. "Leon Clan Leader, there’s no need to blame yourself."

Leon waved his hand, ordering someone to escort Klein and his sister to their resting quarters. The rest of the clan members left in silence, leaving only Ophelia and her family behind.

"Tyler, come with me."

"Yes, Clan Leader."

Ophelia anxiously shielded Tyler behind her. "Father, I was the one who told him not to tell you. Don’t blame Tyler."

"Hmph. You come with me too."

Seeing her father’s stern expression, Ophelia felt a flutter of panic in her heart.

Rebecca wiped her red, tear-stained eyes and gently comforted her. "Don’t worry. As long as your mother is here, your father won’t dare yell at you."

"Mother is always the best to me."

Inside the clan leader’s stone house, Leon sat upright on a wooden stool, his expression freezing cold. "Speak. What exactly is going on?!"

Ophelia crouched down, her expression serious. "Father, Loki already liked Miche even before he mated with me. He only became my mate because young females of the Dragon Clan have strong reproductive abilities, and because of my noble status..." Word by word, she recounted everything she had suffered over the past four years.

The tears Rebecca had just managed to stop began to fall again, streaming down her face like pearls from a broken string. Under the weight of those heart-gouging words, Leon’s normally straight back gradually hunched over.

Laxus clenched his fists until his knuckles CRACKED, his eyes bloodshot. "That damn Loki! I’m going to kill him." He was about to charge outside when Tyler reached out and stopped him.

"Brother, I will deal with Loki myself." After the heart-wrenching betrayal in her past life, how could she possibly let him off the hook? He cared about the position of the Snow Wolf Clan’s clan leader more than anything, didn’t he? Then she would make sure he never got to be Clan Leader in this lifetime. Miche was greedy for comfort, wasn’t she? Then she would make sure the female would never have enough to eat or warm clothes to wear for the rest of her life. And Amy—she liked her ’Auntie Miche’ the best. Then Ophelia would just let the two of them live together as ’mother and daughter’ for the rest of their lives.

"But..." Laxus was afraid his sister would go soft on him.

Leon spoke up. "Laxus, trust your sister. Starting tomorrow, take a team of our clansmen and disrupt the Snow Wolf Clan’s hunting parties until the rainy season arrives." He intended to cut off the Snow Wolf Clan’s livelihood. He refused to believe that the members of the Snow Wolf Clan had no idea how Loki was treating Ophelia. Since they chose to turn a blind eye, he would teach them a little lesson.

"Yes, Father," Laxus nodded heavily.

"Ophelia, what are your plans for the future?" Rebecca worried that her daughter would lock her heart away and refuse to ever take another mate. Her poor daughter was still so young!

"Mother, I plan to mate with Tyler. Once the rainy season passes, I want to establish a new clan."

"Your mother completely supports you taking Tyler as a mate, but why do you want to establish a new clan? Are you unhappy living in the Golden Dragon Clan?"

Ophelia shook her head. "Mother, as a Princess, lowering my status to mate with a Wolf Beast damages the Golden Dragon Clan’s prestige, and it will make it hard for Father to hold his head high in front of our clansmen. My return has already stirred up the old rumors again. I don’t want you and Father to be gossiped about, so it’s best if I move out. Besides, I want to rely on my own abilities to build a clan of my own." She had been thinking about establishing her own clan for a while now. Her ultimate goal was to annex the Snow Wolf Clan and completely shatter Loki’s dream of becoming Clan Leader.

"Have you thought this through? It is incredibly difficult for a young female to build a clan and become the Clan Leader." Leon furrowed his brows. He didn’t outright reject or shoot down Ophelia’s idea, but rather astutely pointed out a very realistic problem.

"I know, but what could be a heavier blow than having their clan annexed by the very young female they once looked down upon? I want them to live in my shadow for the rest of their lives." Ophelia’s attitude was resolute, faintly radiating the aura of a ruler.

"Alright. Since you’ve made up your mind, as your brother, I will fully support you." Laxus patted his chest, guaranteeing that he would protect and escort his sister’s ’career’.

After reassuring her parents and brother, Ophelia and Tyler walked out of the stone house side by side. The moonlight filtered through the treetops, illuminating the path ahead for them. The two of them silently and tacitly walked back to Ophelia’s stone house.

"We’re here. I’m going in."

Ophelia had barely taken two steps when she was suddenly pulled back. Tyler wrapped the soft and delicate figure in his arms, his nose gently rubbing against her small, exquisite one.

"Princess, I am so happy. I’ve finally waited until this day, haven’t I?"

"What? Do you still not believe me even now?" Ophelia reached out and gave Tyler a pinch on his muscular waist.

Her touch was like a fuse that flipped the switch on the male. His wheat-colored skin grew scorching hot. The deep affection in Tyler’s eyes was like an abyss, bewitching and intoxicating. The male lowered his head and kissed the young female deeply, one hand pressing against the back of her fair neck, leaving no room for her to retreat. Like lightning striking dry wood, the atmosphere ignited. Their breathing grew heavy with intimacy, and Ophelia could feel her heartbeat accelerating.

Ophelia sensed the surging desire in Tyler’s eyes. She swallowed nervously and extended an invitation. "How about... you stay over tonight?"

"May I?" Tyler’s attractive Adam’s apple bobbed, the fiery passion within him ready to burst forth.

"Stop talking nonsense." Ophelia stood on her tiptoes and bit the male’s lip.

"Wait for me." Leaving those words behind, Tyler ran off like a gust of wind.

Ophelia was stunned for a moment. With a helpless smile, she walked into the stone house.

Steam soon filled the stone house as Ophelia comfortably soaked in a bathtub carved out of stone. Carving a bathtub out of stone was no easy feat, nor was it easy to move. Ever since she mated with Loki, it had been a long time since she had enjoyed such a luxury. Slouching in the tub, she sighed at how foolish she had been in the past.

Just then, the door was opened and quickly shut again. The moment Ophelia heard the noise, she grabbed the nearby animal skin skirt and wrapped it around herself.

"Who is it?"

The very next second, a pair of burning lips descended upon hers, and a familiar scent drifted into Ophelia’s nose. It was Tyler.

Ophelia raised her arms to wrap around the male’s neck, her eyes silky and alluring. Drops of water from the ends of the male’s hair dripped onto her fair, slender arms.

"Should we change locations?"

Tyler steadied his breathing, then bent down and swept her into his arms, carrying her toward the stone bed in the room.

Two burning bodies intertwined with one another. Soft, delicate pants composed a beautiful symphony in the dark of the night.

Tyler’s brown eyes were filled with deep affection. He gazed fiercely at his beloved young female as she bloomed before him, layer by layer, like a tenderly nurtured flower. He leaned down, panting lightly, his voice husky. "Princess, you’re so beautiful."

Ophelia tilted her neck back, her chest rising and falling unsteadily as she panted delicately. "No talking." Her sharp nails trailed down Tyler’s back, leaving behind a series of red marks.