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Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1159    |    Released on: Today at 14:46

ed against her windpipe. She stayed on the mattress, her knees pulled tightly to her c

w," Terra said. Her voice

eemed to drop ten degrees. His eyes, completely human in shape now

't a question. Zev took a slow,

essing flat against the dirty mattress to push herself backward

problem," Zev said, his voice

she needed it to be his problem, or she was

act hit it from the outside. The reinforced hinge

nger at the door. "If they throw me into the wasteland without

sing his arms. Zev looked entirely too relaxed for a man standin

etonates your core anyway!" Terra y

r the contracts before you leave the gates. The Enclave doesn't wast

thing. He had been calculat

a Mason. What did she have? Nothing. Her father was ousted. Her bank accounts were frozen. Her reputati

hunted magic beasts-mutants-to harvest their energy cores, but eating the mutant meat was dangerous. It was packed with chaotic radiation. It tasted like battery acid and caused severe internal organ degradation over time. The only safe food was highly processed syntheti

k untainted food,"

ebrow twitched upward, j

g with disgust. "You don't even know how to bo

now the science behind it yet, but she knew her transmigration had to come with some sort of advantage. It always did. She just needed

mind, and she saw his throat swallow hard. These males lived on the edge of biological frenzy every single day. The

ned to another rich socialite who will treat you like a guard dog. You'll eat nutrient paste for the rest of your life. But if you

at boots touched the edge of the mattress. Zev leaned down. He was so close Terra could

oice low and dangerous, "I won't wait for the contract

off its hinges and slammed onto the concrete floor. Three Enclave Enforcers stormed into the room

and pointed it directly at Terra's chest. "By order of the Enclave Board

. Instead, he slowly turned his head to look at the Enforcers. Zev stepped di

r the hateful hiss he used with Terra. It was the co

ev. A Level 6 combat male was not someo

ghtly more cautious. "Step aside. She's

My female has not committed any crime that warrants immediate seizure of military

der!" the Enforcer argue

eformed into a massive, thick serpent tail covered in razor-sharp black scales. He slammed

en eyes flashing violently in t

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Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner
Beast World: They Hated Me, Then I Cooked Them Dinner
“Waking up with a cold, scaly hand wrapped around my throat wasn't the worst part. The worst part was realizing I'd transmigrated into the body of Terra Mason-the most despised woman in the entire Enclave. She drugged high-level beast-men and forced them into life-binding bio-contracts. She locked an aquatic warrior in a dry basement until his organs failed. She treated the most lethal males in the city like broken toys. Zev, the Level 6 serpent who's currently choking me, would rather blow up his own heart than spend another day as my slave. His affection metric? Negative ninety. His trust? Zero. Then my system activates: the Kore AI. It gives me exactly 500 credits, a medical nano-gel, and a recipe for neutralizing the radioactive poison in mutant meat. Real food. In this world, that's worth more than gold. I save Rhys, the dying aquatic male everyone left for dead. I season a slab of purple mutant steak until Sam, a battle-scarred grizzly shifter, groans at the taste-and his trust points finally tick above zero. When my backstabbing ex-best friend tries to steal my males and destroy me, I don't scream or throw a tantrum like the old Terra. I dismantle her with the truth. But earning their trust means more than grilling meat. A scorpion swarm ambushes us at midnight. Sam throws himself between me and a stinger the size of my arm. As he stands over the corpse, fur receding from his claws, he stares at me and whispers, "You were testing me." Yes. I was. Because in this world, the weak don't survive. And I refuse to be weak again. Four beast-men. Four contracts. One system. And a whole lot of steak. Let this dystopian wasteland know-I'm not the monster they remember. I'm worse. I'm the one who's going to feed them until they'd kill for me.”