On a Full Moon Night, I Saved the Future Wolf Clan Emperor

For years of brutal warfare among the werewolf tribes, the four most powerful families have finally solidified their dominance—led by the Mo family, followed by the Gu, Yun, and Ye families. Speaking of which, these past few years have been tumultuous, and there have been no shortage of those who aspired to claim the top spot... "Son, tonight is your Awakening Night. Your father believes you will undoubtedly become the mightiest Alpha of the werewolf tribe—so mighty that all clansmen will bow before you!" These words came from the tribe’s most formidable old Alpha King, seated high above, his expression filled with pride as he looked down at Mo Han, who knelt before him. The old Alpha King had been the champion of the Alpha Battles for several consecutive terms. His son was the most anticipated new Alpha of not only the smaller tribes but also the great tribes led by them. "Yes, who doesn’t know that our Mo Han is the most promising young one?" "Exactly, exactly. Your Majesty, tonight will be the most glorious and anticipated day for our tribe. After tonight, we will stand at the forefront of all werewolf clans. Even the lowly tribes will beg for scraps—maybe they’ll get to do some menial work. Hahaha, how satisfying!" "That’s right, the Mo family will be the ultimate victors!" "...Hahaha..." The tall, golden-haired young man knelt with noble bearing. Just his simple posture made him seem several levels above ordinary werewolves. His broad shoulders were powerfully built, his wide back making the fabric of his outer garments cling without a single wrinkle. His golden eyes, matching the color of his hair, exuded an overwhelming dominance—just one glance could make enemies kneel in surrender. "Mo Han, before the sky fully darkens and the full moon rises, prepare yourself well. Your mother, I, and countless clansmen will support you until your Awakening is complete." "Yes, Father, Mother. I’ll go make my preparations now." Alwa rose to his feet, his handsome, expressionless face causing a flurry of ecstatic gazes from the female werewolves around him. They would’ve clung to him if they could, but Mo Han didn’t even spare them a glance before decisively walking toward a stunningly beautiful girl whose mere smile could captivate anyone. "Mo Han, you’ve lost so much weight. You must not have rested well these past few days. Sigh, you’re so disobedient. But I believe you’ll succeed." The delicate, beautiful woman tenderly touched Mo Han’s chiseled face. Mo Han said nothing, only using his large hand to gently hold hers against his cheek. Turning his head slightly, he pressed his lips to her soft, slender fingers, his deep voice low as he met her gaze with an intensity that could only be shared between the two of them. "Yilan, let’s go back to our room. I’ve missed you these past few days." Without another word, he wrapped one arm around Yilan’s tiny waist—easily encompassing it—and strode out of the clan hall without so much as a backward glance. "Will our son be alright tonight?" The old Alpha King’s consort, seated beside him, asked with worry and helplessness in her beautiful eyes. The Mo family’s reputation was renowned even among the other three great families. The battle for the throne was destined to be bloody. Over the years, despite their overwhelming strength, the Mo family had been forced to launch challenges against the three great families. Though they had won, the losses had been heavy, and the three families now burned with a vengeful desire to make them pay. The news of Mo Han’s Awakening had surely reached them. The old Alpha King knew tonight would not be peaceful... "Mo Han, don’t... someone might see..." At the doorway, the girl hesitated, half-resisting as a pair of strong hands roamed over her body. Her delicate skin glowed enticingly under the dim light, her dress slipped off her shoulders, and the man’s thin lips left traces of kisses from her forehead downward. His free hand pressed against the door, which seemed to open eagerly. The next second, it closed. Mo Han, seemingly displeased by Yilan’s resistance, smirked arrogantly, lifted her as if she weighed nothing, and carried her over his shoulder toward the bed. Yilan, lying on the bed, looked up at the overwhelmingly handsome Mo Han above her. Tilting her head proudly, she thought, This man is mine! "Stop, Mo Han, wait—let me check your wound first." Mo Han, bare-chested, was repeatedly thwarted, his expression darkening with displeasure, but he still paused his undressing and obediently rolled off her. "Baby, don’t test my patience. I’ll get angry." "I know you’d never be like that to me, Mo Han." Yilan spoke with practiced ease, as if certain he wouldn’t act as she feared. Mo Han didn’t respond further, almost as if he agreed. Indeed, since childhood, the woman closest to him besides his mother had been Yilan, the princess of the Yun family—one of the four great clans. The two had been seen as a destined pair since they were young. Outside, night gradually fell, and Mo Han felt an inexplicable urge welling up inside him—different from the training grounds he’d endured over the past month. But he clearly sensed this wasn’t attraction to the woman before him. It was something else, pulling him toward a place both near and distant... "Who are you...?" In the corridor, a low-ranking Omega girl was suddenly gagged. Her pupils dilated in terror before she lost consciousness the next instant. "Everything is proceeding smoothly... approaching the target..." The heavily armed figure hid the body in a secluded spot before approaching the window—only to find an even more gruesome scene below. "Please... spare me... help!" "Forget it... everyone, don’t retreat... protect the old Alpha!" "...Yes!" What had been a celebration for Mo Han’s upcoming Awakening Night was now a battlefield of corpses and anguished cries. "...Quickly, protect Mo Han... escort him out!" The old Alpha, his face covered in blood, roared at his subordinates. The next second, his veins bulged as his golden eyes glowed. His clothes tore apart as his body mutated, his sharp fangs sprouting visibly. Unafraid, he faced the fallen clansmen and charged forward, taking down enemies in seconds. But the enemies kept coming. Though he had anticipated an attack, he had underestimated the united assault of the three great families. "Mo Yan, I’m with you." "Su Ning, you stay here. I can handle this alone." "You bastard, don’t you dare leave me behind. I’m your wife. No matter what happens, I’ll never leave you." "You... Mo Han is grown. He doesn’t need me anymore. I’ve lived these many beautiful years with you, Mo Yan. I’m content. Thank you for choosing ordinary me. I love you." As Su Ning struggled to hold back tears, her crimson eyes locked onto the towering black wolf that was Mo Yan. It was said that an Alpha would never lower his head—but love made even the highest bow. Mo Yan, in his wolf form, gently lowered Su Ning onto his back before charging toward the enemies without looking back. Meanwhile, in the room, a completely different scene unfolded. Mo Han, who had been conscious just moments ago, now lay peacefully on the bed, eyes closed. "I’m sorry, Mo Han. I love you too much. I don’t want to do this, but saving your life is the only way I can help you." Yilan, under the guise of treating his wounds, secretly laced his medication with a special drug, quietly knocking him unconscious. Then, she opened the door—letting in the man who had been waiting outside. Yilan regained her haughty demeanor, frowning irritably. "Why are you so late? Is this how you work?" "Sorry, Miss." "I’ve taken care of Mo Han. The rest is none of your concern. I’ll personally speak to Father." The moment she finished speaking, Yilan turned toward her lover without another glance at the obedient man. But she didn’t notice the sudden sharpness in his eyes as he reached out, pressing a handkerchief over her mouth. "Sorry, Miss. This is the Patriarch’s orders." Before she could struggle, Yilan went limp, forced to watch helplessly as the man approached the unconscious Mo Han, fed him something, and then threw him out the window. Twenty stories down—even a werewolf wouldn’t survive that. No one can take you from me now, Mo Han. Go to hell. In your next life, be just an ordinary person. The Mo family estate was built atop a mountain, its seclusion ensured by the surrounding dense forest—cutting off contact with the human world. What should have been a brightly lit home was now lifeless, devastated beyond recognition. "So late already... should I head back or find someplace deserted to wait out the night?" A girl in thin clothes walked aimlessly, sighing as she looked up at the sky. How beautiful... the crescent moon. Wait, isn’t today the full moon? On a Night of the Full Moon... maybe werewolves really do appear. Moon Goddess, if you’re listening, please let me have just enough to eat and wear. That’s all I ask... But it’s already so late, and still nothing. Guess it’s all just a lie. Lin Ye wandered without purpose. Going back would only invite scolding and abuse. Her miserable life was laughable. Ever since being adopted by her foster parents, she’d had few good days. That was when she realized—they’d only taken her in as free labor. Even the clothes she wore were hand-me-downs from their biological daughter. As she walked, she found herself on this road near the woods. The foster parents’ house bordered the forest, usually deserted, especially in the chilly weather when people preferred to stay indoors. Whenever she was upset, she liked to come here to clear her head. It felt like her own little secret sanctuary. She stretched her arms wide, savoring the gentle breeze. How nice.