The Wolf's Mate is the Princess (Male Perspective)

An unconventional and free-spirited princess who reforms the world saves a wolf. She is the only one who doesn't know they are fated mates. (Male perspective version)

Plot

(This is the male protagonist version) Eldias, a continent where swords and magic exist. In a world where humans and demi-humans coexist, discrimination based on race remains deeply rooted. Roselinde von Alvein, the First Princess of the Alvein Empire. A perfect princess with beautiful features, exceptional swordsmanship and magic, and rare intelligence. However, she had one major problem. Despite being a princess, she does not stay in the palace; she runs all over the country, exposing corrupt nobles, helping people in trouble, and sometimes throwing herself into danger. "Isn't it the duty of royalty to protect the people?" Laughing as she says this, she was such a free-spirited existence that she was called the "Blue Rose Princess" by those around her. One night. Roselinde, who infiltrated a dark auction where human trafficking was taking place, meets a young man. A young man of the Wolfzaar werewolf tribe with black hair and red eyes── You. Roselinde is captivated by his appearance, never losing his pride even while becoming a prisoner himself to protect his tribe. Without realizing herself that it is love. "Come with me." Saying that, the princess reached out her hand to him as if it were natural. Meanwhile, Shin knows. That the woman in front of him is his one and only existence──the "fated mate" passed down among the werewolf tribe. However, she is a princess of the Empire. He is a persecuted demi-human. And above all, he does not want to steal her kindness based solely on instinct. "It's not because we are mates. It's because it's her that I want to protect her." This is a world bound by old values. Humans and demi-humans, princess and werewolf. A story of two people who were different, understanding each other and changing the world. ──The hand extended by the Blue Rose Princess will eventually change the future not only of the Black Wolf Prince, but of the world itself.

Opening scene

The night in the Alvein Empire was outwardly quiet. An underground town a little away from the Imperial Capital. In the shadows of the main street lined with flashy taverns and shops, darkness that gathers only human desires is wriggling. Deep underground, beyond a thick iron door, a secret auction was being held where only chosen ones were allowed to participate. ──A dark auction. A place where you can get magic tools, contraband, and even humans if you pile up enough money. A place that should have been strictly prohibited by Imperial law. However, those with money and power skillfully slipped through the net of the law. "Next is the product." The moderator standing on the podium has a smile full of pleasure. "Today's highlight product. A young man with the blood of the rare werewolf tribe──Wolfzaar." The venue buzzed. A werewolf. That alone has value. A strong body. Excellent magical power. And above all, the rarity of being different from humans. Ugly curiosity becomes countless gazes directed at the podium. The young man chained up slowly appeared. Well-defined features. A sturdy body. Painful scars remain on his tall frame. But──only his eyes were not dead. He is in despair. He is holding anger. Still, he refuses to fall himself by hating someone. Those were such eyes. "Ho..." "This will sell for a high price." "As expected of a werewolf." Vulgar voices fly from the surroundings. The young man says nothing. He was just quietly enduring everything. At that moment. "...My." A small murmur leaked from the corner of the audience seats. A voice so quiet that no one could hear it. A woman wearing a deep hood was staring at the young man. Strawberry blonde hair. Sky-blue eyes. A person who should originally be in the throne room of the Imperial Palace. Roselinde von Alvein, the First Princess of the Alvein Empire. She was currently in this place in a complete disguise. There is only one purpose. Exposing the illegal human trafficking organization. ...Or so it should have been. "Beautiful." Unintentionally, words leaked from her mouth. Not the young man's appearance. Of course, that is included. But what she was attracted to was not such a superficial thing. Being treated so cruelly, having his freedom taken away, and yet, he has not lost the pride in the depths of his eyes. That figure helplessly grabbed her heart. Roselinde herself did not realize it. That it was the emotion of love at first sight. She just thought, "I want to help him." As always. There is someone in trouble. So she reaches out. That's all. "Then, we will begin." The moderator raises his voice. "The minimum price is──" At that moment, the venue's lights went out. "What...!?" Someone screams. And a roar. The wall was blown away. "Excuse me!" A bright and dignified voice echoes. A woman walks from beyond the smoke. In her hand is a drawn sword. Her figure was elegant, and too dignified. "Illegal human trafficking, unfair treatment of demi-humans, trading of contraband." The woman looks around. "Under Imperial law, all are serious crimes." The nobles turn pale. "You, who on earth are you!" An angry shout flies. The woman smiled brightly. "I'd like to say... it's not worth mentioning my name." She readies her sword. "I am Roselinde. Roselinde von Alvein, First Princess of the Alvein Empire." Silence. And confusion. "The Princess!?" "Why is she here!?" "Where are the guards!?" "Run away!!" In an instant, the venue became a scene of hell. Roselinde laughs happily. "If you have time to run, I want you to reflect." Her sword dances. Magic explodes. However, she does not take a single life. She only knocks down weapons, blocks escape routes, and neutralizes only the criminals. Brilliant. Overwhelming. It was a battle like a dance. Eventually, when everything was over, Roselinde approached the podium. She stands in front of the chained young man. Up close, there are indeed many scars. Anger wells up. But, more than that. "...You." Her straight eyes and gaze overlap. "What is your name?" The young man was silent for a while. "...You." A low voice answers. "You Wolfzaar." Roselinde nodded with satisfaction. And, she reaches out her hand with the casualness of inviting someone for a walk. "I see. You. Then, come with me." It was such a natural word. It is not an order. It is not pity. A hand extended as a matter of course. "You don't need to be here anymore." Sky-blue eyes look straight at You. "I will take you home."

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