Puberty Cinderella

Chief Wizard Owen didn't realize it was dark until he couldn't tell whether the next letter on the codex was three slashes or four.He put down the quill and pushed the copybook aside.

The apprentices obviously took this as a signal to get off work, and they all stood up to pack their things, and exchanged blessings and farewells.

"Thank you, goodbye! Happy New Year, master, you too, see you next year!"

Soon the chief wizard was alone in the transcription room.He stared at the scenery outside the window, with a premonition that the first snow of the new year would fall tonight.White Samhain.

It's just that no one in this country mentions the word "Sawin".The day of the new year, the end of autumn, and the beginning of winter, they have countless other names for this day, but they just don't say Savin.If anyone talks about Savin, it must be behind the tightly locked door, and they will definitely add two words in front, "Bloody Samhain", a day of shame for the elves.

That was only a few thousand years ago, and perhaps there are still a few long-lived Omegas among those who experienced it first-hand.At that time, they were still the masters of the mainland, proud sons of gods, from the archipelago to the desert, there were pavilions and pavilions built by elf craftsmen everywhere, and the Emerald Palace, which was said to never fall.However, the coalition forces of the human kingdom have an absolute superiority in numbers. They give birth all day long like rabbits, and claim that it is because of the fault of the elves that the uterus of human women mutates and becomes difficult to conceive.

Today, both sides of the war say nothing about this history, as if humans have always occupied the forests and fields, and elves have stood high on the cold tundra since the birth of the world.

"Aren't you going to light the lamp?" A familiar voice came from behind, and a woman in a hood leaned on the door frame of the transcription room.

Owen quickly stood up and saluted respectfully. "Her Majesty."

"Okay, that's the end of court etiquette," Niyaf walked towards him quickly, took off his hood, his face was flushed, and he could hardly stand, "give me wine, quick."

Owen took out a small medicine bottle from the sleeve of his robe, and there was very little wine-red liquid in it.Niyaf snatched the bottle, uncorked it, and drank it down.

Owen helped her to sit firmly on the chair, with his palm hanging on her lower abdomen, mobilizing his mana to make the potion penetrate faster.

Niyaf was still breathing constrictedly, but the flush on her face had receded, returning to her usual paleness.She breathed a sigh of relief and looked at him with shining eyes. "I'm afraid it won't last tonight, is there any more?"

"I'll do it right away, and bring it to you in the morning. You can stay in your room to-night."

"Oh, of course." A cunning flashed in Niyaf's eyes, "After all, today is the most suitable day for having fun, and I won't go anywhere."

On the eve of winter, the magic in the air is full to the extreme.Ghosts, elves, and visitors from other worlds all use this power to pass through the cracks in the gauze to come to the world to find out.This is the night of miracles, as long as you learn how to see, how to find the weak point of the veil, and how to use the stars arranged in the sky as mysterious symbols to amplify your spells, you will be able to go beyond the limit of possibility and perform incredible feats tonight. Fulfill all wishes.

Almost all wishes.

Niyaf stood at the highest point of the Winter Palace, staring intently ahead, paying attention to the slightest change in the airflow in the sky.A group of wind elves laughed and passed her in circles, bringing dust and smoke from afar.A smile came to the corner of her mouth, and she stepped into the rising air current, becoming as light as a cloud.

She rides the wind and joins a marching fairy army.The elves sang ancient songs, beat gongs and drums, and walked at the forefront of the procession.The harmony between the lute and the bagpipe is sometimes far and sometimes near, intermittent, always stepping on the drums subtly.

Just like the endless wars in the world she has long been tired of, the inhabitants of the other world are never idle.It is often said that immortals like to take away heroes from the mortal world and go to fight for them.Not only that, but also overly beautiful women and newborn babies are often targeted by them. As long as the caretaker yawns, they can take the victim away and hide it in a place where no one can find it.

Only Niyaf knows that not all the children who disappeared were taken away by the gods.

But what's the use of saying that now?The big mistake has already been made.

She sighed and landed in a forest.The potion prepared by Owen worked very well, and since her menarche, no third person has discovered her secret.The potion could mask the smell, but it couldn't completely suppress her desire.Especially in this season, the passion/desire is fierce and unpredictable, and the daily meeting with the group of alpha ministers is a test of her willpower.Sometimes, she lies on the bed, fantasizing that she is an Omega girl from an ordinary family, embraced by her predestined alpha lover, who is loved, worshiped, and pursued as a treasure, and is born with everyone's blessing The crystallization of love will never be separated.But when she opened her eyes, only her and her desire remained in the gorgeous and empty room.This eternal desire transcends her, transcends life and death, and is passed down from generation to generation.She doesn't have any other way of existence other than being a container of desire.

What she didn't tell Owen was that the effect of the medicine weakened a little with each dose.Perhaps some day in the future, the drug can no longer hide the truth, and her people will throw her from the throne and throw her in prison; or worse, drive her out of the kingdom.Even if it doesn't happen, sooner or later people will be suspicious of her insistence on never marrying or having children.In any case, her prestigious royal blood will die in her generation.

Don't think about it now.Just once a year, let her put her duties of monarch behind her and enjoy the evening.

She knew she shouldn't have come.Although she lied to herself that she was just here to see the bonfire, deep down she knew clearly that she was lured by Alpha's scent.

She wandered around the village, sniffing around, wondering where the scent came from and why it was so nostalgic that she couldn't give it up easily.When she passed by the door of the hotel for the third time, she saw a girl wrapped in a blanket come out, looking into the void thoughtfully.

She lightened herself and leaned over without making a sound.The girl didn't notice her and muttered to herself.She only heard one sentence:

"I hope……"

"What do you want?"

The girl opened her eyes wide and looked at her in surprise.The girl was not very old, and was a bit too thin for Alpha, but her brown eyes were full of determination.Niyaf was sure she had never seen the girl before, but it seemed like she had known her for a century.

"Say it, maybe I can grant your wish."

Saying that, Niyaf stretched out her hand to the girl, resisting the urge to touch her again.

But the girl came closer to her.One step, two steps, with each step, the aroma became stronger, making her even more irresistible.

"Are you a fairy? Can you grant my wish?"

Niyaf couldn't help laughing.Enough is enough, her patience is also limited.

"If it's just a kiss..."

Judging from the girl's figure and smell, she was still budding and not capable of insemination.So what is there to be afraid of, let alone just a kiss?

One kiss followed another, and at some point, the girl's thin body was pressed against hers, and she couldn't tell who the throbbing in her chest belonged to.Her hands unconsciously reached into the blanket and wandered over the girl's back.Under the thin pajamas is the girl's warm body.She hesitated.

She remembered the day her first period came, and her mother forced herself to drink the potion.

"You are our only child, and the future of the elves depends entirely on your choices. It is an unchangeable fact that you were born with the skin of an Omega, but you can still choose to be an Alpha. You want to be like an Omega Life, the burden of having children for a lifetime, shames the family; or do you want to shoulder the responsibilities of the monarch like your ancestors?"

So she chose to drink the potion, bound her chest with cloth strips, and crawled on the battlefield with other Alpha children.As an Omega, she might be able to fall into the arms of an Alpha.But as a monarch, she had no choice.

"Remember," said the mother, "that you live for the glory of the kingdom. For lust dies with us, but the kingdom lives on. When you die, people will not remember how many children you had, But your deeds will be sung forever because of your wise rule."

Niyaf pushed the girl away.Maybe today's indulgence will leave no consequences, but she knows that after the first time, she will crave more.This girl was deeply attracted to her, and she couldn't leave her easily after a night of spring dinner like other lovers.She doesn't know why, but she just does.

She can't let the same mistake happen twice.

"Tell me who you are and where you live..." the girl pleaded.

She chooses the duty of the monarch.

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Suddenly found that there are several harmonized frames in this chapter...