The South Continent elite circle knew that Ethan Myers, esteemed and unapproachable, had a chosen mate from North Continent whom he hadn't even met. Rumor had it that she was the Alpha of Myers Wolfpack, Ethan Myers' grandfather Brandon Myers' arranged chosen mate. North Continent and South Continent were worlds apart in development. Hence, the young elites lamented and the socialites were envious: Myers Wolfpack's Future Alpha was actually paired with a country bumpkin from North Continent? It was simply squandering a rare opportunity! Moreover, everyone knew Ethan Myers was ruthless and aloof, untouched by the allure of many beautiful female werewolves. How could he possibly accept an arranged marriage, especially with a country bumpkin chosen mate? So, everyone eagerly awaited the arrival of this North Continent chosen mate in South Continent, only to see her rejected by Ethan and sent back to North Continent in disgrace. **** No one knew that Ethan Myers, the usually aloof and pristine future Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack, had been experiencing intensely passionate dreams with a woman every night for the past year. The woman in his dreams was soft and delicate, with an indescribably pleasant fragrance. Whenever she was beneath him, she would look up at him with tearful, cat-like eyes, almost crying yet not quite, making him break his usual restraint again and again. Each night, the dream's setting and his identity would change. Sometimes he was a general, and she was his lady. Other times he was a powerful warlord, and she was his concubine. Upon waking, his inner wolf would insist that this woman was his fated mate, destined to be with him through countless lifetimes. Unfortunately, he could never clearly see her face in his dreams, only catching her surname-Miss Roberts. He swore to find the woman who disturbed his dreams, for if he didn't, both he and his wolf would go mad. However, before he could find her, a car accident left him blind and crippled, unable to shift into his wolf form, and stripped of his right to lead the wolfpack. **** Juliana Roberts had a secret. For the past year, she had been entangled with a man in her dreams every night. At first, she thought it was just a phase, something to do with her hormonal cycle, and that it would pass in a few days. But the dreams persisted, night after night, and always with the same man. Fortunately, the man was handsome, well-built, and matched her tastes perfectly in every way. Juliana didn't mind; she even got used to it. After all, it was like having a boyfriend she could only meet in her dreams. Before Juliana' s grandfather died, he told her that she has a marriage agreement to the grandson of the Alpha of the Myers Wolfpack in South Continent. He urged her to flee to South Continent for protection; otherwise, her uncle and aunt would marry her off to a local tyrant in exchange for wealth and power. After a perilous journey, she arrived at the Myers Wolfpack, only to find that her fiancé was blind and disabled. Furthermore, he had lost his inheritance rights because he couldn't transform into his wolf. However, under her meticulous care, Ethan Myers' condition started to improve remarkably, leading them to suspect that they were not just chosen mates, but fated mates. Moreover, Ethan bore a striking resemblance to the man in her dreams, making their destined union even more enigmatic.

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!