Reborn: The Female Monarch Is My Life’s Greatest Love - Chapter 1

Chapter 1: The Wedding Night

A muffled groan mixed with the shrill night wind jolted Constant from his trance. He stared blankly at the figure kneeling at the corner of the bed, a back covered in whip marks, and his own breathing began to tremble.

Nate.

That was his Female Monarch the Imperial Major General who had died under enemy fire to save him in his previous life Nathaniel.

The man seemed to hear the call, but he still did not raise his head to look at him.

In this era where females outnumbered males, their status was inherently unequal. Even with his prominent family background, if a Female truly did anything to his Male Lord, the Protectorate of Mates would undoubtedly side with the male.

Besides, he had brought this on himself.

The two of them were childhood sweethearts. Their parents had been friends for generations, and they had been side-by-side since they were young—until Constant’s family was swallowed up by Nathaniel’s family. Suddenly, Constant’s attitude toward him turned cold as frost.

They had been betrothed since childhood, and Nathaniel had always loved Constant. Even if the other man regarded him as the murderer who caused his parents’ deaths, that fact could not be changed.

As an S-rank female with an illustrious background, Nathaniel had more choices than other females or sub-females. Yet, their wedding night was not as beautiful as they had discussed as children; instead, it was filled with blood.

But he felt he deserved it. He was the one who chose to let the other man hate him in this way.

Nate how long had it been since he heard Constant call him that?

Male Lord, are you satisfied?

To prostrate oneself beneath a male despite being an Imperial Major General was a perfectly normal thing in the eyes of others. To Nathaniel, it was an act of trampling his own dignity. But because the person was Constant, it didn’t matter.

Unexpectedly, Constant—who had been hysterically wielding the whip on the bed just moments ago suddenly threw the weapon away. He practically crawled and scrambled off the bed to throw himself in front of him.

Nate!

It wasn’t a dream. His Female Monarch had returned to his side. No broken wings, no shattered wing-bones; just a whole, intact Nathaniel.

Before Nathaniel could react in surprise, his Male Lord dropped a kiss onto his brow.

The Major General’s habitually frost-like expression cracked slightly. A moment later, he seemed to realize something.

The floor is cold. Go back to bed first.

Males were a rare species in the Zerg race; they were few in number and physically frail. If his Male Lord fell ill because of him, Nathaniel would immediately face condemnation from the entire society.

But his Male Lord refused the suggestion. Instead, he began to kiss Nathaniel’s lips urgently: Nate.

He kissed him while calling his name, as if they hadn’t seen each other in a long, long time.

Nathaniel naturally would not refuse his Male Lord’s active invitation.

Following the etiquette demonstrated in the Manual of Female Decorum, he tilted his head back, his eyelashes trembling as he exposed his neck to his Male Lord’s “invasion.”

Nathaniel had originally intended to refuse such a method of seeking pleasure. But when Constant, excited by the gesture, sucked on his Adam’s apple, Nathaniel found himself in complete agreement with the manual because that single action made his bone-wings start to quiver uncontrollably.

A numbing sensation swept through his entire body from Constant’s tiny gesture.

I’m sorry, Nate.

As Constant’s hand brushed over the whip marks on Nathaniel’s broad back, he felt a deep sense of guilt, lightly stroking them with his fingertips. I treated him so poorly before, yet he still ignored his own safety to save me in such a desperate time.

Nathaniel had never betrayed him, but Constant’s eyes had been blinded by hatred, making him unable to see Nathaniel’s sincerity.

Though confused by Constant’s sudden change in attitude, Nathaniel had no time to worry about anything else.

The other man’s scent enveloped him naturally. The pheromones, laced with the fragrance of figs, pierced through his skin and directly into his cerebral cortex, leaving his mind with only one thought…

Seeing Nathaniel’s labored breathing, Constant said nothing more. He pressed his Female Monarch beneath him, and a deluge of kisses stole the other man’s breath away.

Due to the catalytic effect of the pheromones, Nathaniel was clearly controlled by the scent Constant was unintentionally radiating. Along with his breath, his logic was stolen away.

Despite the chill of the floor, Constant did not suggest returning to the bed-nest. Instead, he let Nathaniel, who had completely lost his reason, hook his arms around his neck in an intimate embrace.

Males possessed a fatal attraction for females, especially when a male actively leaked pheromones as an invitation. Even a military female with excellent self-control would inevitably be forced into a sensitive period.

However, Constant had overlooked one thing: besides having good self-control, his Female Monarch also had incredible stamina.

In the end, Constant had to use his mental tentacles to finally soothe Nathaniel. He held him in his arms as Nathaniel’s bone-wings trembled, his breathing slowing down from the previous stimulation.

Despite this, those beautiful amber eyes watched him fixedly, as if afraid he would run away.

“Nate?” Constant lay down facing him, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind Nathaniel’s ear.

After the other man blinked in response, Constant’s fingertips paused slightly at the faint tooth marks on Nathaniel’s neck. He reached out, attempting to wrap his arm around the other’s waist to pull him into his chest.

Since females were far stronger than males in every physical aspect, it wasn’t so much a pull as it was Nathaniel actively sliding closer to Constant’s strength.

After a brief moment of tenderness, Constant got up to fetch the medicine box. The whip marks on Nathaniel were still there; the vivid color was an eyesore.

While applying the medicine, Constant noticed that Nathaniel’s bone-wings were beautiful translucent and crystalline, like the sacred creations depicted on cathedral glass. This was something he had never noticed in his previous life.

Tomorrow, let’s go get our Mate Chips together, okay?

In his last life, after Constant had accepted Nathaniel’s proposal, he hadn’t accompanied him to the registration office. Thus, the two of them never had a shared chip mark.

In Zerg society, a Mate Mark signified a mutual commitment. Although the society advocated for a polygamous system for males, they had introduced this chip to symbolize the status of the Female Monarch, preventing high-status males from taking new Female Concubines without the primary spouse’s knowledge.

After a brief silence, Nathaniel looked into Constant’s eyes and shook his head: You can do whatever you want to do.

If they had the Mate Mark, the Female Monarch would immediately know whenever his Male Lord had relations with another female. To Nathaniel, it was better not to know.

To a male, it was a way to flaunt their charm. But to a Female Monarch, it was blatant betrayal yet they could not argue with their Male Lord. They would even be expected to discuss the terms of bringing those concubines into the nest.

“You won’t receive any such notifications.”

Realizing his sudden idea might mean something else to Nathaniel, Constant was anxious to clarify: Though I indeed don’t have a very good reputation.

Fine—as a fallen noble, he had quite a few romantic histories. But those were all self-staged acts from his previous life, intended to intentionally hurt Nathaniel.

Heaven knows he had only ever actually touched his Female Monarch though the process had been a bit rough. That Female Concubine was just an act to numb himself.

Constant’s reputation for being a playboy was well-known, and Nathaniel had heard the rumors for years. Yet, he had still chosen to follow the betrothal and marry this fallen dandy who only had a D-rank mental level.

But a verbal promise wouldn’t be enough for his Nate to believe him.

With his years of glorious achievements on record, no one would blindly agree to install a real-time reproductive organ monitor just because of a few words.

After a long silence, Constant temporarily gave up the idea of making Nathaniel go with him. After returning to bed, Constant kissed Nathaniel’s brow and slept with their heads resting together.

According to etiquette, a Female Monarch could spend the night in the Male Lord’s bed, but that privilege belonged only to females who were extremely favored not to a toy like him, who was just the other’s whim.

Nathaniel waited quietly for Constant’s breathing to steady before preparing to leave. However, the hand around his waist felt like it was grown onto his body it wouldn’t budge unless he literally snapped it.

Ultimately, he had to lie back down beside Constant. He could only hope that when the other man woke up, he wouldn’t kick him out of bed with a look of disgust and whip him again.

But the next day, Constant didn’t kick him out. Instead, Constant developed a fever.

The news that The Major General/Female Monarch had worked his Male Lord into a fever on their wedding night spread somehow. Nathaniel was already a Major General with a fearsome reputation.

This incident only added fuel to his violent and bloodthirsty image, and even landed him in the Male Rights Court.

“You oppressed your Male Lord to the point of physical illness on your wedding night. Such behavior is too tyrannical and power-tripping. Even as an Imperial Major General, you cannot exploit your Male Lord like this!

In the center of the court, the Chief Justice brandished his gavel, thundering at him. If you are dissatisfied with this report, you can file an appeal. For now, I shall submit the evidence of your crimes to the Empire.

Nathaniel said nothing. He stood there in his crisp military uniform, his amber eyes turning cold as they swept over the Chief Justice. But it is a fact that Constant has a fever. And the root cause was that I couldn’t resist the temptation and had relations with him on the floor without closing the window.

He had no way to refute the charge.

Perhaps, this was Constant’s ultimate goal. The man likely wanted to use this method to destroy him.

If that was the case, the other man’s sudden change in attitude last night finally made sense!