After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me
Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone.
But death? Just her intermission.
She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down.
And her?
Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status.
But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power.
Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer:
Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world.
Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge.
Sounds simple? Think again.
A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him.
A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart.
A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure.
A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark.
A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her.
They all need her mark. They all want her.
And sharing? Not in their vocabulary.
Too bad for them-
She's not here for love stories.
She's here to survive.
To climb.
To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones.
And one day.
To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.
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Chapter 1
"Elena, honey, we're so sorry we can't be there for your delivery."
"Come on, Mom. It's your thirtieth anniversary honeymoon. Nobody expected the baby to drop in early and crash the party."
Elena lay against the hospital bed, smiling tenderly through FaceTime at her parents, who were thousands of miles away in Italy.
"Yeah, well, a month early isn't 'dropping in,'" Clayton fretted. "What if he isn't strong enough?"
"Dad, relax. Marcus got me all the best doctors. It's gonna be fine," Elena reassured, rubbing her rounded belly.
Daisy chimed in with optimism. "That baby's just in a hurry to see us. He'll be causing trouble soon."
Elena felt the baby stir inside her, a wave of sweet happiness flooding her chest. This was the child she had craved for three years since marriage. It was a healthy, energetic boy according to the ultrasounds.
"Where's Marcus anyway? Tell me he isn't hiding out in the cafeteria when you could go into labor any minute." Clayton grumbled.
"He forgot my hospital bag. He'll be right back, Dad." Elena jumped to defend him.
No denying Clayton's dislike for his son-in-law. He never missed a chance to criticize, always thinking his only precious daughter deserved better than some handsome, scrappy man from poverty.
But Elena had been stubborn. Marcus was her first college love, who'd stayed up nights caring for her through illness. She'd never questioned his devotion.
After Elena married Marcus, Clayton compromised. He handed over major control of the family business to groom his son-in-law, then took his wife away to enjoy their golden years.
Just then, the door banged open. Marcus walked in, looking rushed but empty-handed.
"Clayton, Daisy-hey, so sorry for making you worry." Marcus nodded respectfully at the camera before leaning down to kiss Elena's forehead.
Elena caught a whiff of unfamiliar perfume.
Confused, she frowned. "Did you get the bag?"
Marcus's gaze flitted away. "Yeah, uh-"
Before he could answer, a gut-wrenching pain suddenly tore through Elena's abdomen.
"Elena! Are you alright?" her parents cried out through the phone.
Marcus slammed the call button. "Doctor! She's going into labor, now!"
Minutes later, a woman in a white coat entered. Golden curls. Mask covering her face, but her eyes were striking.
"I'm Dr. Victoria Harrison. Relax, Elena. I'll take a look."
On the phone, Clayton and Daisy were panicked.
"We're booking flights right now!" Clayton yelled, an inexplicable terror gripping him.
"Dad, Jesus...I'll be fine. I have to focus, okay?" Elena gasped through gritted teeth, not wanting to ruin their trip.
Cold sweat beaded her forehead. Her abdomen twisted like a vise, each contraction ripping through her core.
Dr. Victoria spoke gently. "You should hang up now. You need to focus."
"Mom... Dad... I'll call after the baby comes... I love you." Elena's eyes stung with tears as she hung up. How she wished they were here, like when she was sick as a child.
Time stretched on, endless and agonizing. The hospital felt tomb-quiet in the dead of night.
"It hurts so much... Marcus... I'm scared..." Elena grasped Marcus's hand, seeking comfort.
"Don't be afraid. Dr. Victoria will handle everything." He replied calmly.
Victoria examined her, then said. "The baby's position isn't ideal."
"What? What do you mean?" Elena's eyes twitched.
"C-section is safer. We can go in right now."
Elena shook her head, voice shaking. "No... no, I want to try. I can do this, please..."
"Elena, listen to the doctor." Marcus sounded irritated. "Do you want to kill the baby?"
His words hit like a slap to the face.
Elena stared at him, speechless. She had never heard him sound like that. Her heart froze under his icy, accusing stare.
"I. I didn't. I just."
"Into the operating room," Victoria interrupted.
The lights in the OR were harsh. Elena's gaze swept over the room-Victoria was the only one there.
"Is it. really just you?" Elena asked, feeling panic crawling up her spine.
"Night shift. We're short-staffed." Victoria prepared the anesthesia. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you and the baby stay together."
Elena, too weak to fight it, looked desperately to Marcus. She hoped for love and encouragement. Instead, she saw cold detachment and something that looked almost like... impatience?
"Marcus.?"
The drugs entered her system. Everything blurred.
And then she heard words that froze her blood:
"The medication's working faster than expected. She won't last much longer."
"And the baby's dead, right?"
"Been dead. Three months of dosing took care of that."
Dosing? The prenatal vitamins Marcus gave her every night?
Elena's world shattered. She fought to open her eyes, to scream, but could only manage a weak moan.
"No... no... my baby..."
Marcus leaned close, the face she once loved now malicious and cruel.
"Elena, did you really think I could love a stupid woman like you?" He scoffed, his mask finally dropping. "I married you for your family's gold, not your boring personality. My heart belongs to Victoria."
"And now I'm back." Victoria pulled off her mask. Beautiful smile. Evil eyes. "You can die now."
Elena's world caved in. The pain of betrayal ripped through her heart and shredded it.
"The prenatal vitamins. what the hell did you put in them?" she whimpered.
"Something special," Marcus sneered. "Enough to slowly kill your precious child. He had no heartbeat two weeks ago, but you've been talking to a corpse every day. Pathetic."
"No... You're lying! I felt him..."
Victoria snorted. "Those were death spasms. We needed you alive until tonight. Premature birth, surgical complications, tragic accident. Marcus needs to be the grieving widower, everyone will eat it up. Even your snobbish father."
Tears ran hot and silent down Elena's cheeks. She remembered her parents' warnings about Marcus.
Dad.Mom.I'm sorry.
Guilt crushed Elena's chest as she apologized to her parents. They would never know their beloved daughter was murdered.
"Why. would you kill your. own child." she whispered with her last strength.
Marcus rolled his eyes. "A kid screws up the inheritance. With an heir, that old bastard would leave the company to his grandson. My position would be worthless."
Despair stole the air from her lungs.
Three years of loving this man completely.
Every kiss.
Every whispered "I love you."
Every tender moment.
All fucking lies!
"If I get another shot at life. If there's any fucking justice." Elena's voice was just a rasp, but her eyes burned with hatred. "I'll make you... pay..."
Victoria's laugh was icy. "Another shot? You're barely making it through this one."
The surgical lights blazed brighter. Elena felt life slipping away drop by drop. Before consciousness faded completely, she saw her father's worried face, her mother's gentle smile, and the child who would never be born.
"Dad... Mom... I hope I can be your daughter again in the next life..."
Darkness swallowed her whole.
Elena Reed died in what should have been a delivery room filled with joy and new life, carrying infinite hatred.
Beside the operating table, Marcus and Victoria embraced, wearing victorious grins.
The moment Elena's heart stopped, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly spoke in her head-
[Detecting host's maximum resentment level and pure maternal instincts. Binding conditions met...]
What was that voice?
Elena's head throbbed like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. Her consciousness, foggy and scattered, was somehow returning.
[Beast World Prosperity System initializing... 10%... 50%... 100%! Activation successful!]
[Host: Elena Reed, bound to Beast World Prosperity System. Initial benefits granted: unlimited mental power enhancement, beast world language comprehension, basic self-defense abilities unlocked! As a welcome bonus, you're entitled to a one-day beginner tutorial.]
A rush of warm energy filled her body, pushing out the cold and pain. She could feel her strength coming back. But then dizziness hit, and Elena passed out again before she could figure out what was happening.
When she awoke again, the cruel voices were gone. Instead, two deep, male voices were talking-
"Only one female volunteered to comfort the General this time?"
"Yeah. The others were too terrified."
"Scan complete. Send her in."
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8.9
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9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
7.0
Kael Draven died in the most humiliating way possible.
Run over... while trying to save a piece of fried chicken.
But death was not the end.
When he opens his eyes, Kael finds himself reborn in a world of magic, monsters, and powerful mages. There is only one problem.
He is the weakest mage in the academy.
No talent. No skills. No magic that actually works.
But just when everything seems hopeless, Kael discovers something strange.
His luck... is completely broken.
Spells miss him by accident. Enemies defeat themselves. Disasters turn into miracles. Every mistake somehow becomes a perfect victory.
People start to notice.
A genius. A hidden master. A terrifying prodigy.
The more Kael tries to explain, the worse the misunderstandings become.
"I tripped," Kael insists.
"They call it flawless execution."
As rumors spread and powerful enemies begin to watch him, Kael is pulled into conflicts far beyond his understanding. From academy duels to world-shaking wars, his so-called "luck" begins to reveal something far more dangerous.
Because this power is not random.
And Kael might not be its first owner.
Now hunted by those who fear him, trusted by those who believe in him, and followed by a mysterious silver-haired mage who refuses to look away...
Kael must survive a world that thinks he is a genius.
Even if he knows the truth.
"I am not strong," Kael says.
The world disagrees.
7.7
My six-year-old twins, Liam and Lily, begged to go to Disneyland.
But my husband, Julian Vance, planned to take his mistress to a prenatal clinic.
Annoyed by the twins' crying and deeming them "too delicate and spoiled," Julian drove them out to the Mojave Desert, demanding they learn how to survive on their own.
I couldn't even fathom it. I begged him desperately.
"Julian, please! Give me the coordinates! Tell me where my babies are!"
"They're only six! They'll die out there! I promise I'll discipline them. I'll never let them bother you again. Please, just let me go get them back!"
The only answer I got was the sound of him having sex with his mistress.
By the time Julian found out the truth, it was already too late.
He knelt before me, crying and pleading for forgiveness, but my children were no longer around to forgive him.
And I could never forgive him on their behalf.
9.5
I joined a brutal wilderness survival reality show, playing the perfect role of a pathetic, uneducated girl from a trailer park.
I needed the five million dollar prize to fund my revenge against the wealthy family that drove my father to his death.
I played everyone flawlessly. I outsmarted the arrogant contestants, ruined a corrupt restaurant owner, and secured enough food to guarantee my absolute victory.
But just as I was dominating the game, a massive black helicopter landed in our camp.
The show's new billionaire sponsor had arrived, and he immediately ordered his tactical guards to confiscate every ounce of food I had earned.
My hard-won advantage was wiped out in seconds. The other contestants cheered, pointing at my empty hands.
"Take that, you greedy bitch!"
But the real nightmare wasn't the stolen food or the sudden rule change. It was the man who stepped out of the chopper.
Glenn Ryan. The ruthless CEO from my past life as an elite heiress.
He took off his sunglasses, his dark eyes locking onto my muddy shoes and frayed flannel shirt with a terrifying, obsessive smirk.
Why was he here? Why did he instantly target me the moment I started winning?
He didn't just know my true identity.
He had bought this entire game just to hunt me down.
9.1
After waking up from a five-year coma, I expected a warm embrace from my Fated Mate, Alpha Caleb.
Instead, I was greeted with disgust.
Standing beside a woman named Hailie, Caleb accused me of being a traitor. He claimed I had sold pack secrets and faked my coma to escape punishment.
My own brother, Fitz—the boy I had sacrificed my wolf spirit to save—stood by and let them condemn me to protect his own stolen power.
My life became a living hell.
Caleb locked me in a sauna filled with toxic Wolfsbane vapor.
He burned my skin with silver-laced water while Hailie laughed.
And finally, he watched me fall from a roof, leaving me to die broken and alone on the concrete.
It was only after my death that he discovered the truth: Hailie was the real spy, and I was innocent.
Consumed by guilt, Caleb burned to death beside my coffin, praying for a second chance.
The Moon Goddess heard him.
Time rewound. Caleb woke up back to the day I opened my eyes.
This time, he banished Hailie instantly.
He treated me like a fragile treasure, filling my room with roses and vowing to protect me from the world.
He thinks he has been given a miracle to fix his mistakes. He thinks he can make me fall in love with him again.
But there is one thing my "perfect" mate doesn't realize.
I didn't lose my memory in the reset.
I remember every single way he killed me.