Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

Chapter 6

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crevice for a long moment. She didn't tr

down onto the mattress. She buried her face in

e. Her voice was calm again, the cold logic of an operative reasserting control. She sifted through the data she had already absorbed

uthority as the Chief of the Oasis Tribe to forcibly m

his chest. An eagle whose wings had been snapped and tied, his feathers

e timeline. The pro

They had allied with the rival Aberdeen Hold tribe. Fire raged across the Oas

n apart by the seven men she had abused. They didn't just kill he

cold sweat covered her back. "Jesus.

ncer that had metastasized. Forcing them to accept her, or trying to se

she used to replace smoking when stressed. She unwrapped it and stuck it

eir defensive instincts cool down. Pushing

to prove she could provide what they desperately needed-heali

ower sources-Jordi's scales, the wolf's crystal. If she could fi

slightly. She turned her head to look at the crevi

nsion again and pulled out a thick, soft wool

idn't get too close. She simply laid the blan

t he didn't scream this time. He just w

, setting up a simple Aether alarm array around the cave

emories, the fight-had drained this bod

s covers. Before she closed her eyes, she glanced at the cave e

he had forced herself into a deep, restorat

ly the soft hum of the ener

came from the crevice. Jordi poked his head

ternal struggle was evident in the twitching of hi

a trembling hand and dragged the blanket into the crevice. He wrappe

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Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

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“My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.”