My Vengeful Husbands Demand A Remarriage

hell is

, her vision struggling to cut through the oppressive red haze of the ambient lighting. A wave of vertigo hit her

to find a weapon. But the muscles in her legs, belonging to a body that was not her own, seized in a spasm of profo

t a pained grunt, a sound

something cool and braided. A sticky, slick wetness coated her palm. She lifted her hand into a

r fingers uncurled instantly, as if the whip had burned he

s creaked and strained against the metal headboard. His wolf-like ears, a feature her br

ng with a feral, green light in th

to keep this up?" he s

was a brutal, overwhelming data dump-memories, emotions, names, faces. A sharp, splitting pain s

mance. He saw her distraction as an opening. With a surge of raw power that defied th

n from the bed

carrying her until her back slammed into the sharp corner of a nightstand. Pain exploded

th ease. Freeing one hand, he quickly unbuckled the other. The tall, powerfully built figure rose from the bed, a predator unsh

t was sandpaper-dry, the words barely audible. It was a lie, of course. She h

his back on her, his broad shoulders stiff

ornate wall sconce to flicker, casting dancing shadows across the room. Janna was left a

m, but directly inside her skull. It was

ted. Welcome, Host, to the

ing to pinpoint the

laws, a single female is legally entitled-and expected-to take multiple beast-men as husbands to ensure the continuation of their bloodlines. Unfortunately, that re

ng them like a horror film on the inside of her eyelids. She saw this body's original owner, a woman with her face, screaming insults at six different, handsom

in her stomach. A wave of nausea washed ove

m wasn't

ends in two months. At that time, you will lose all legal protection. Your six hus

r, cold and final. Two m

y she couldn't afford. She pushed it down, replaced by the ice-

this?" she subvocal

ower, currently stagnant at Level Three, to Level Four within the two-month period

dual-ability wielder who could command forests and bend reality. S

und no

he backlash from the failed attempt was immediate. Her vision went black at the edges, and a wave of dizziness forced h

ly failed to advance but has also squandered the entire family trust fund. Your cu

ead broke, to

ling mirror. The reflection that stared back was a stranger. A face with delicate features, but caked in garish, clown-like ma

layers of foundation, eyeshadow, and lipstick came away, revealing a pale but finely-boned face underneath. As the

not the execution in two months. It is the beast husbands outside your door. Any

a soft, bitter curse in English, a habit from her ol

rule number one: Liv