Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

Chapter 6

Word Count: 751 | Released on: 12/05/2026

crevice for a long moment. She didn't tr

down onto the mattress, burying her face in her

er than dwelling on the individual wounds she had already witnessed, she focused on the pattern of the original Jayla's cruelty. The files were a catalog of systemic dismantling-the gouged crystals, the snapped wings,

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.

just a domestic dispute; it was a catalyst for a genocide. Forcing them to accept her,

e smoking when stressed. She unwrapped it and stuck it in her mouth, the artificial sweetn

non-interference. By removing the threat of her presence, she could

s tools of manipulation. She needed to provide tangible, undeniable ben

s-Jordi's scales, the wolf's crystal. Recovering these wouldn't just be an ol

slightly. She turned her head to look at the crevi

nsion again and pulled out a thick, soft wool

careful to keep her body language open and non-threatening. She

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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“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.”