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 4
Ares pulled his cock from her vagina, his eyes darkening as he admired her pulsing entrance still contracting after her climax.
Her thighs trembled uncontrollably, but his desire was far from satisfied-his cock remained hard, jutting upward demandingly.
Without warning, he pressed down on her again, folding her legs back against her chest, exposing her completely. This time, there was no hesitation as he drove his entire length into her in one brutal thrust, slamming against her cervix.
"No-wait-AH!" Elena's pleas shattered into broken cries.
Holding her nearly folded in half, Ares began ruthlessly pounding into her. After several savage thrusts, her cervix gave way, allowing him even deeper access.
"AAAGH!" Elena screamed, her voice breaking. Her stomach visibly bulged with each thrust, letting her feel every movement of his cock as it ravaged her deepest parts. Ares placed his palm on her flat stomach, as if wanting to feel himself moving inside her.
He varied his angles and depth-sometimes withdrawing completely before slamming back in, sometimes grinding against her tender inner walls with quick, shallow thrusts. The mixture of unbearable pain and primal pleasure threatened to tear Elena's consciousness apart. Every impact forced broken whimpers from her throat.
When the pain seemed endless, Elena had only one thought left: make it stop.
Now, the only way to end this torment seemed to be making him come.
Fighting through the aching soreness that threatened to tear her body apart and the dizziness clouding her mind, she struggled to move her hips on the rough fur beneath them. Her slick inner walls contracted desperately around him as she begged between sobs, "Cum inside me... please... fill me up..."
Ares paused briefly before unleashing an even more violent assault. After dozens of merciless thrusts, he growled deeply and flooded her newly opened womb with hot spurts of cum.
At the exact moment of his release, Elena felt the base of his cock swell dramatically inside her-a hot, hard knot rapidly expanding, locking her in place as it stretched her entrance beyond what she thought possible.
"No! Too much... AH!" She cried out at this new, more intense pressure. Massive amounts of semen pumped into her deepest parts with nowhere to escape, visibly swelling her lower belly.
Ares released a satisfied, low whimper, trembling as he pulled her closer. Even after finishing, his instincts drove him to press forward, ensuring his knot was buried as deeply as possible, trapping every drop of his seed inside her.
Now!
With their bodies completely joined and locked together, Elena fought through the stretching pain and dizziness. She turned her head sharply and sank her teeth into Ares's exposed neck, her small fangs breaking his skin.
A sharp pain made Ares's body stiffen. A rumbling growl vibrated in his throat, but instead of pushing her away, he held her tighter, as if accepting this deeper confirmation of their bond.
Simultaneously, Elena closed her eyes and concentrated every remaining ounce of strength to thrust her mental power into Ares's chaotic mental consciousness.
In their shared mental consciousness, her spiritual form manifested as an agile, alert leopard cat. At the center of the primal, storm-like mental terrain crouched a massive, majestic black wolf with burning eyes.
The leopard cat ran directly toward the wolf. Instead of the expected violent clash, the wolf simply lowered its head, touching its wet nose to the smaller cat, then extended its rough, broad tongue to lick the cat's fur with intimate, soothing strokes.
An indescribable comfort and sense of connection washed through Elena's entire body with each mental contact.
As their mental power began to intertwine uncontrollably, Elena felt Ares's immense, furry wolf tail possessively wrap around her body.
"Mmm..." A deep, satisfied sigh rumbled from Ares's throat, echoing directly in her ear and throughout her mental consciousness.
The sound was almost magical. Elena's mind went blank as she sank into a warm, soft cloud of sensation.
Intense pleasure exploded from the depths of her soul, washing away most of the pain and exhaustion.
Sweat dripped down her face as her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes showed exactly how she felt. She couldn't help gently licking the bleeding bite mark she'd left on his neck, a permanent sign of their bond.
After they joined both physically and mentally, Elena's mental power deliberately left a small piece of itself in Ares's mental consciousness. That tiny, warm, playful light lovingly rubbed against the black wolf's chin before curling up next to his huge form and making itself at home.
The marking was complete.
Elena slowly pulled the rest of her mental power back. As the last connection to Ares's mental consciousness broke, crushing emptiness and weakness hit her. Her body went limp, too weak to even lift a finger, only able to lie in Ares's still-burning embrace, feeling his knot pulsing deep inside her.
Just then, the familiar robotic voice of the system spoke in her head.
[Congratulations, host. First mission objective successfully completed.]
[Mission evaluation: Perfect. Successfully soothe and mark Ares Hayes.]
[Skill unlocked: 'Self-Healing Ability Lv.1.' Host's physical damage can now self-repair, physical constitution greatly enhanced to B level. Skill can be upgraded through further mission completion.]
[System authority unlock progress: 10%. Function Unlocked: Active Conversation Mode]
Elena sighed with relief. She would live.
About fifteen minutes later, Elena felt the knot inside her gradually receding as Ares's body temperature slowly returned to normal.
Still dazed, she noticed Ares suddenly stiffen beside her as he carefully moved away.
His green eyes still held traces of desire, his tanned skin flushed and sweat trailing down his muscled chest. But when he looked at her, his expression hardened with anger.
"Damn it! You marked me?!"
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8.9
Jason's life was a canvas of broken colors, painted by the harsh brushstrokes of his reality. Craving connection, craving love, but stuck in a home that felt like a prison. So, he broke free, embracing the unknown. New streets, new faces, new demons... and a new lease on life. Little did he know, some encounters would leave scars, while others would expose him to the raw truth."
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.