Cast Out, I Carried the White Tiger Lord’s Supreme Heirs

Seven years as queen, mocked as barren. The Lion King bled my heartblood for a rabbit shifter and threw me into the chasm. The White Tiger Lord saved me. I carried his supreme heirs. Divine punishment struck. The Lion King knelt begging. I touched my belly: “Get lost. Don't wake my little white tiger.” —It was never me who was barren.