Bound By Contract To The Beast Warlord
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
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Chapter 10
Dax pressed the glowing green Tier-3 crystal directly into the center of Cora's palm. He wrapped both of his massive, calloused hands around hers, locking the stone in place.
He leaned in close, his voice a low, urgent rasp. "This is going to hurt like hell. But I will wrap my fire around your heart to protect it. Do not let go, Cora. Your husband commands you to survive this. "
Before she could nod, a tidal wave of violent, untamed life energy erupted from the crystal. It smashed into her palm and ripped up her arm.
Cora screamed. It felt like boiling acid was being injected straight into her veins. The pressure was unimaginable; her blood vessels bulged against her skin, threatening to rupture.
Just as the pain reached a breaking point, Kay Lake's mechanical voice sliced through the agony.
High-tier energy intrusion detected. Activating Assisted Absorption Protocol. Converting energy to host's Mental Resonance frequency.
Instantly, the chaotic, tearing energy was hijacked by the system. The violent flood was forcefully separated into smooth, manageable streams. One stream was diverted straight to her womb, feeding the starving triplets. The other stream began to aggressively rebuild and widen her fragile energy channels.
Outside her body, Dax felt the sudden shift. The wild, destructive energy he was fighting to control suddenly became docile and perfectly ordered.
His ice-blue eyes widened in shock. This level of perfect energy manipulation... it was impossible for a defective rabbit-mutant. It felt exactly like the ancient, mythical "Life Catalysts" from the deep Northern legends. His female was special. Chosen.
But he shoved the thought aside. He poured his own energy into her, shielding her organs as the crystal drained. He would give her everything he had.
Ten minutes later, the glowing green stone crumbled into a pile of gray ash in Cora's hand.
Cora's eyes snapped open. A brilliant, emerald-green light flared in her pupils.
A sudden gust of wind exploded outward from her body. In the corner of the ruined clinic, a dead, withered medicinal plant suddenly sprouted a vibrant, glowing green leaf. Life responded to her. She was no longer defective.
Dr. Clarke, still slumped on the floor, pointed a shaking finger at the plant. She looked at Cora as if she were a god. "Tier-2... you actually broke through to Tier-2! The defective female has ascended! "
Ding.
Congratulations to Host. Tier-2 achieved. Energy backlash crisis averted. Female authority ranking restored. Basic Farming Store unlocked. Additional husband slots now available.
Cora's clothes were soaked in cold sweat, sticking to her skin. But beneath the exhaustion, her body felt incredibly light. A new, pulsing strength flowed through her muscles. She slumped forward, resting her forehead against Dax's chest, and gave him a weak, triumphant smile. She had done it. She had claimed her power.
Dax caught her, burying his face in her hair. The crushing terror in his chest finally evaporated. He pressed a hard, trembling kiss to her sweaty forehead. His female was alive. He had not failed.
After catching her breath, Cora stood up. They thanked a still-stunned Dr. Clarke and pushed open the splintered door of the clinic.
The moment they stepped into the street, they ran straight into a crowd of onlookers. Standing at the front was Kim Travis, the settlement leader's daughter, dressed in pristine, expensive furs.
Kim crossed her arms, her eyes sweeping over Cora with pure disgust. She sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "Well, if it isn't our famous genetic defect. I heard you dragged some wild beast back from the wasteland. What, were you so desperate not to freeze to death that you opened your legs for the first stray you found? You think having one male makes you a proper female? "
The crowd of mutants snickered. Kim lifted her chin, reveling in the chance to crush Cora's dignity in public.
Dax's eyes went dead. A lethal, freezing aura locked onto Kim. He stepped forward, fully intending to snap the arrogant female's neck. No one insulted his female.
Cora slapped her hand flat against his chest, stopping him. This was her battle. She stepped around him, her spine straight. She looked Kim dead in the eye, a cold, mocking smile twisting her lips.
Cora raised her right hand.
A vibrant, swirling orb of green Wood magic ignited at her fingertips. In the wasteland, that green light was the absolute symbol of life and power. The mark of a true dominant female.
Kim's smug smile vanished instantly. The laughter in the crowd died. Every eye was glued to the impossible green magic in Cora's hand.
Cora's voice rang out, sharp and clear, echoing down the muddy street. "My first husband is a Tier-9 apex predator. And I am a Tier-2 Wood magic user. I am a female of this settlement, and I demand the respect I am owed."
She took a step closer to Kim. Her eyes were like shards of glass. "You are nothing but a parasite feeding off your father's title. You don't have the right to breathe the same air as me, let alone judge me. Know your place."
Kim stumbled backward, her face turning a sickly shade of gray. The oppressive weight of Cora's new magic choked the words in her throat. She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. A defective female had just asserted dominance over her. The shame was absolute.
Cora didn't waste another second on her. She turned her back on the trembling girl and faced the shocked crowd. She dropped her final bomb.
"Starting today, I am taking over the abandoned sandy plot on the east side of the settlement. I know this sandy plot is considered dead wasteland, but from today, I am going to use my Wood magic to heal this soil and make it yield food! I will let everyone know we don't have to starve! I am going to change this settlement. And any male who wishes to join my household and serve me may present himself for consideration."
Leaving the crowd in stunned, absolute silence, Cora grabbed Dax's hand. Like a queen walking through her conquered territory, she strode down the street, never looking back. Her first husband at her side. Her household begun. Her reign just starting.
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9.1
My family and fiancé begged me to donate my last remaining kidney to my twin sister, Kyleigh. They didn't know I was already dying.
My fiancé, Axel, gave me an ultimatum.
"Donate the kidney, or I'll break our engagement and marry Kyleigh. It's her dying wish."
I agreed, only for them to frame me for plagiarism with my own thesis, forcing me to confess on camera. They never knew I was the one who secretly saved our father with my other kidney five years ago-a sacrifice Kyleigh had stolen all the credit for.
As they wheeled me into the operating room, they celebrated with Kyleigh, promising her a future built on my death. I was already a ghost to them.
But I died on the table. The surgeon, seeing the old surgical scar and the poison riddling my body, walked out to face them.
"This wasn't a donation," she announced, her voice cold as steel. "This was murder."
9.3
She thought their love could survive anything. She was wrong.
For five years, Amara Hayes was the perfect wife - loyal, gentle, and endlessly forgiving. She believed her husband, Ethan Blackwell, when he said his late nights were for business. She trusted him when he swore his heart was hers.
Until the night she walked into his office and saw him making love to another woman.
Humiliated, heartbroken, and betrayed, Amara left without a word - leaving behind her wedding ring, her identity, and the man who destroyed her faith in love.
Three years later, she returns to New York as a powerful businesswoman with a new name and a cold smile. She's no longer the naive wife he controlled - she's his rival, his downfall, and his punishment.
But Ethan isn't the same man either. He's haunted by the woman he lost and desperate for redemption. And when fate throws them together again, old flames reignite amid a storm of revenge, pain, and forbidden desire.
He once broke her heart. Now, she'll make him wish he never did.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.
9.3
Ginny was chained to a concrete pillar in an abandoned warehouse, bleeding and betrayed by the two people she trusted most.
Her fiancé, Brant, and her adopted sister, Coretta, had just slashed her face open. Brant coldly admitted she was nothing but a disposable key to a vault, right before he tossed a lighter onto the gasoline-soaked floor.
As Ginny burned alive in the roaring inferno, the heavy iron doors were violently smashed open. Bedford Parks—the notoriously ruthless, germaphobic "monster" of Silicon Valley whom Ginny had always feared—charged straight into the flames. Ignoring the blistering heat, he shielded her charred body with his own. A massive steel beam collapsed, snapping his spine.
"I love you."
He coughed up blood, whispering his final words against her blackened skin before dying to protect her.
Hovering as a ghost, Ginny's soul screamed in agonizing realization. She had spent her life terrified of Bedford, yet he was the only one who truly loved her, while her supposed family laughed at her gruesome murder.
Suddenly, a blinding white light swallowed the warehouse.
Ginny gasped for air, opening her eyes to find herself sitting in the back of a luxury Maybach. She was eighteen again, wearing the humiliating clown makeup Coretta had tricked her into wearing on the day she was brought back to the wealthy Steele estate.
Ginny stared at her reflection, her dark eyes turning cold and sharp.
This time, she would tear her betrayers apart piece by piece, and she would protect her "monster."
8.9
I died in the apocalypse, only to wake up as Kenzie Banks, a bankrupt high-society monster in an interstellar beast-world.
But before I could even process my new reality, a cold AI voice informed me of my impending death.
"Your contract beast-husbands possess the legal right to execute you at the end of the two-month trial period."
I rushed to the basement and saw the horrific truth. The original Kenzie had starved them, whipped them with thermal blades, sent their brothers to die as cannon fodder, and framed the youngest to rot in a maximum-security prison.
Now, these lethal, broken men were methodically planning to rip my organs out the second the contract dissolved. To make matters worse, she had squandered her fortune on a man who despised her, leaving me two million credits in debt and facing imminent exile to the deadly wastelands.
I had survived rotting zombies on Earth, only to be trapped in a weak, universally hated body, doomed to be butchered by the very people I was supposed to call family. Why did I have to pay the ultimate price for a psychotic woman's deadly sins?
I refused to just sit around and wait for my execution.
Tapping into my apocalyptic subspace inventory, I hauled out military-grade rations, healed their bleeding wounds, and slammed a legally binding divorce contract on the table.
If I wanted to survive this sixty-day countdown, I had to turn my executioners into my loyal allies—starting with breaking the husband she framed out of prison.
9.2
Celestia woke up heavily sedated, her wrists bound tightly to the legs of a grand piano in a cold, opulent room.
Before she could even process the panic, a towering billionaire named Sterling Sinclair IV stepped in, looking at her like a possessed piece of art.
The head maid then handed Celestia a thick surrogacy contract with her perfectly forged signature.
"You are here to bear an heir for Mr. Sinclair," the maid stated flatly.
Celestia screamed that they had the wrong person, but her desperate cries bounced uselessly off the soundproof walls.
Stripped of her clothes, phone, and identity, she was trapped on an isolated island surrounded by high-voltage electric fences and armed guards.
When she furiously fought back, Sterling physically overpowered her, punishing her resistance with brutal, terrifying dominance until she lost consciousness on the marble floor.
She didn't understand who had kidnapped her from her normal life.
Why was her biometric data perfectly faked in a classified dossier?
Who had framed her as a willing, ten-million-dollar premium product for a ruthless billionaire?
Driven by pure survival, Celestia began aggressively consuming raw garlic and bathing in harsh white vinegar to destroy her fertility and repel his touch.
And when Sterling finally reviewed her bizarre, self-sabotaging dietary logs, the terrifying truth hit his calculating mind like a physical blow.
The broken, innocent woman he had been brutally tormenting all week was never his hired surrogate.