Alphas 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.