Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife

Chapter 3

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the howling wind outside. Isolde clutched the rough clo

p, the skin torn and ragged. Dark red blood was still seeping fr

ere a mottled, bruised purple. It was the aftermath o

a trembling finger at Brennan's arm. "Your arm," she whisper

"Are you mocking me?" he snarled. "You thin

tears again. "I just... it looks like it hurt

ng at her like she was a clown. "He walked into a thorn b

ad ever heard. That wound was clearly f

e of sudden understanding, mixed with a naive sympathy. "

at her as if she had grown a secon

, clearly unsettled by her wide-eyed, foolish gaze. It was li

loss and the cold were taking their toll. Her visio

g up at Dangelo, who was standing cl

"Why would a noble lady like you drink the d

her eyes misty and pleading. There was no comma

art skip a beat. He frowned, annoyed by

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at they used to collect melted snow and picked up a wooden bowl with a chipped rim. He scooped out some freezing snow wa

bling hand. She didn't flinch at the cold or

ennan stopped pacing. Dangelo's hand, whi

solde never said "thank you." She

slid down her throat, making her cough slightly,

lay pot, and a crude stone hearth filled with cold ashes. The windows were just

l down. She looked up at Dangelo again, offering

He stepped back like she had the plague. "Don't thin

d in, bringing a blast of cold air with him. Behind him stood an elderly beastman draped in a

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“Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining. Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her. She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip. And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them. Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death. "Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free." "If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males." To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her. She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her. She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind. But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic. She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time. Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.”