Chapter 1 The Country Bumpkin Chosen Mate

Werewolf Era Year 1980.

South Continent.

As dusk settled, a massive white cruise ship silently parted the sea, approaching the neon-lit, bustling Victoria Harbor. The cruise hall was awash in dazzling lights, the music pounding. Men and women, who donned suits in Central District during the day, shed their elegance, swaying, and entangling to the rhythm.

In a corner booth, Ethan Myers, dressed in a black suit, sat with his long legs crossed. His broad shoulders leaned slightly back against the sofa, his deep eyes showing no emotion as they fell on the lively crowd before him, akin to an emperor surveying the mortal world.

He was both noble and indifferent.

The host of the party, Samuel Perry, sat beside him with a wine glass, grinning, "Ethan, why not relax a bit?"

"See that girl in the middle? She's from West Continent, isn't she stunning?"

Ethan lifted his eyelids coolly and glanced at him, "Is this what you call discussing business? Any news on the person I asked you to find?"

Samuel swirled the wine in his glass, adopting a slightly more serious demeanor, "I've almost turned the entire South Continent upside down for you. This Miss Roberts, you could at least provide a photo. With just a name and approximate age, finding someone among over thirty million people in South Continent is like finding a needle in a haystack!"

Hearing no progress, Ethan rubbed his brow in frustration, the air around him growing heavy with tension.

"What's the deal with this Miss Roberts you're looking for? What's your connection?" Samuel asked curiously, leaning in to whisper.

Ethan, of course, couldn't reveal the real reason. No one knew that the usually aloof and highborn Future Alpha of Myers Wolfpack, Ethan Myers, had been entangled every night in his dreams with a woman for the past year.

The woman in his dreams had a soft, delicate body and an indescribable yet pleasant scent. Whenever she was beneath him, she would look at him with tearful eyes like a kitten, making pitiful noises. He, who had never been indulgent in desire, broke his restraint repeatedly for her.

Moreover, in his dreams, their roles and eras changed. Sometimes he was a general and she his lady, other times he was a warlord and she, his concubine.

Each morning, he woke, his wolf reiterated that this woman was his Fated mate from this life and past lives. Unfortunately, he could never clearly see her face in the dreams, only knowing her surname – Miss Roberts.

He vowed to find the woman who disturbed his dreams, because if he couldn't, both he and his wolf would go mad.

Unable to extract any details from Ethan, his friend didn't mind. He took a sip of red wine and turned to him with a gossipy look, "Alright, if you don't want to talk about Miss Roberts, can you at least tell me about your chosen mate from North Continent? It's all over the place that your grandfather arranged this chosen mate for you. Is it true?"

"Get lost." Ethan loosened his collar expressionlessly, never having patience for such matters.

Despite being cursed at, Samuel wasn't offended, instead, he laughed even more brightly, "Just verifying, why so serious?"

"I think you're asking for a beating," Ethan said lightly, standing up.

He wore the expensive black suit perfectly, his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and long legs forming a tall, straight figure. Coupled with a handsome yet cold face, sharp eyes, and a high nose, he had an incredibly striking bone structure.

Since stepping onto the cruise, he had attracted countless gazes, both overt and covert.

Ignoring the women holding wine glasses trying to approach him, Ethan walked briskly out of the hall.

Myers Wolfpack had started in the shipping business, now with enterprises in various industries, they were at the pinnacle of South Continent's elite circles.

Ethan was the most valued grandson of Myers Wolfpack's Alpha, Brandon Myers. Not only was he outstanding in appearance, but also capable and resourceful, holding significant power within the pack.

He was the most sought-after Future Alpha.

Just as many socialites and celebrities in South Continent were eager to win his favor, rumors suddenly spread that this young master of the elite had a chosen mate from North Continent, a match personally arranged by Brandon Myers in his early years.

In the 1980s, South Continent and North Continent were worlds apart in development. North Continent's economy was just starting, with most wolfpacks still relying on farming. Thus, a "chosen mate from North Continent" was seen as a country bumpkin in the eyes of the elite of South Continent. Many felt sorry for Ethan.

The pride of South Continent paired with a country bumpkin from rural North Continent? It was a sheer waste!