The Forbidden Alpha

Yvonne let out a bitter laugh, a dull ache echoing in her chest.

The man she had loved for a thousand years was constantly consumed by thoughts of another woman...

Recalling how Ethan, severely wounded in the great battle against the demon tribes a thousand years ago, had not yet fully recovered and could not stay long in that extremely cold place.

Yvonne sighed, coiled her Meteor Whip around her waist, and rode the wind towards Memory Snow Hall.

Mist enshrouded, with layered peaks and ranges.

In front of Memory Snow Hall, flowers swayed, and birds sang joyfully.

Compared to Sky High Pavilion, where she had always lived, it was much more lively and warm.

Yvonne walked towards the palace and from afar, saw Ethan, with a long sword hanging from his waist and dressed in white, staring at the ice coffin enveloped by blue mystical light, his eyes filled with sorrow.

For a thousand years, his gaze towards Seraphina had never changed, even though it was just an ice coffin before him.

The look he gave her, however, was increasingly filled with disgust and hatred...

"Ethan," Yvonnes voice trembled slightly as she took a few steps forward.

Ethan shook his mind clear, turning to look at her with his eyes darkening: "This is not a place for you."

The presence of this woman would disturb the beautiful dream of Seraphina.

A hole in Yvonnes heart began to throb again, her humble voice mixed with a hint of choking.

"Its too cold here, its not good for your health, come back with me."

The chill of the ten-thousand-year-old mystic ice filled the entire palace; if not for the mystical arts, the area within ten miles would probably be frozen solid.

Yvonne felt her limbs growing cold not long after entering, let alone Ethan, who had been there for a night.

"Cold? Do you feel cold?" Ethan glanced at her coldly, approaching step by step.

He walked up to Yvonne, the warm breath on her face carrying a hint of warmth, but his words chilled her to the bone.

"Seraphina has lain in this ice coffin for a thousand years, do you think she is cold?"

Hearing that womans name spoken from his mouth, Yvonnes heart convulsed sharply, with a dense, throbbing pain hitting her instantly.

She took a difficult breath, her tearful eyes fixed on the man in front of her.

"A thousand years of companionship, do you really not have the slightest liking for me?"

Yvonnes voice was so humble, filled with countless pleas.

She thought, even if the man lied to herself, it would not be in vain for the nearly thousand years of giving...

Tears crisscrossed Yvonnes face, her thin and stubborn appearance causing Ethan to be somewhat mentally dazed.

A trace of pity inexplicably rose in his heart.

But in an instant, he tore apart that strange emotion.

Ridiculous, his beloved Seraphina was killed by the vicious person in front of him; he could not be deceived by her seemingly fragile appearance at the moment!

Thinking of this, the fire of anger in Ethans heart burned more fiercely.

He gathered mystic energy in his palm and swung heavily at Yvonne—

Unprepared, Yvonne was thrown out of Memory Snow Hall!

She stumbled and fell, with shattered stones and thorns piercing her, leaving her bloody and scarred.

"Get out, dont dirty this place," came Ethans warning, amplified by inner strength.

Yvonne sat on the ground in a mess, all the emotions she had been holding back collapsed in an instant, tears streaming down like rain.

Pain! Pain that corroded her internal organs and burned her heart!

Pain! Pain that blurred her limbs and flesh!

Yvonne could no longer help it, and a sweet taste surged up in her throat.

"Ugh—"

The glaring black blood gushed out, staining her plain robe.

Yvonne raised her hand to press tightly against her heart, trying to alleviate the pain there.

She had lost two drops of hearts blood, which had taken tens of thousands of years of cultivation, in order to save Ethan.

In the past thousand years, she had not rested well, and the last drop of hearts blood was not enough to protect her immortal body.

If she did not close herself for cultivation, her days were indeed numbered...