Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster
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Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class.
Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open.
Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed.
"I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust.
The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot.
To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days.
A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty.
But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken.
Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.
Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster Chapter 1
A sharp pain shot through Halie's body, forcing her awake. Every muscle screamed in protest as she tried to sit up, a gasp tearing from her throat. She fell back against the pillows, the sheets a tangled mess around her.
Her vision was a blur. The dim light of the bedroom did little to help, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw it. A single, silver feather resting on the pillow beside her.
A fragmented image flashed through her mind-piercing red eyes and a cascade of silver hair. The lingering trace of an unfamiliar spiritual power felt like a blade slicing through her brain.
CRACK.
The bedroom's heavy mahogany doors were kicked open with brutal force. The sound shattered the silence, echoing off the walls.
Seraphina Avila sauntered in, her expensive heels clicking arrogantly on the floor. Her makeup was perfect, a stark contrast to the venom in her eyes.
Jett Mercer followed close behind. His gaze swept over Halie's pathetic state, and he didn't bother to hide his disgust.
"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family," Seraphina sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Fallen all the way to D-Class. What a waste." She flicked her wrist, and a silver-framed hand mirror flew through the air, aimed straight at the bed.
Halie's hand shot out, snatching the mirror from the air. The impact sent a jolt of pain up her arm, but it was nothing compared to the sight that greeted her. The face in the mirror was her own, but it was covered in a terrifying web of scars.
A flood of memories-not hers, but the original owner's-crashed into her. The despair of being framed, of her face being ruined. Halie's mind finally aligned with her new, tragic reality.
A heavy silence settled over her as the sheer weight of the original owner's despair threatened to pull her under.
So this is it, she thought, the gears of her brilliant scientist mind beginning to turn. A ruined face, a treacherous family, and a world that wants me dead. A pathetic end for her, but a fascinating starting point for me.
In this interstellar beast-world, females were the absolute dominant gender, revered for their rare and vital spiritual power.
A female's psychic energy could soothe the violent rampages that plagued every male, making her the cornerstone of survival and civilization.
Because females were born at a fraction of the rate of males, high-ranking females were priceless treasures, with the law and society built entirely around their supremacy. A single female was entitled—often expected—to bond with multiple males, forming a matriarchal household where her word was absolute.
Males, regardless of their own class, existed to serve, protect, and compete for a female's favor; their status depended entirely on being chosen.
To be discarded by a female, or to be bound to a weak one, was a male's deepest shame. This was a world of female rule and male submission, and even a ruined D-Class female still held the innate right to command.
If they think I'll just sit here and rot, they are severely mistaken.
Jett let out a sigh, a pathetic attempt at sympathy. "I'm sorry, Halie," he said, his tone dripping with condescension. "But I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement."
A cold laugh escaped Halie's lips. She ignored the screaming pain in her bones and threw back the covers. Her bare feet hit the cold carpet, and the air around her seemed to drop several degrees.
Seraphina's face twisted in fury. How dare this waste ignore her? She strode forward, her hand raised, ready to slap the insolence out of Halie's face.
But the slap never landed.
Halie's hand shot up, catching Seraphina's wrist in a grip of steel. The faint sound of grinding bone was followed by Seraphina's pained shriek.
Without a moment's hesitation, Halie twisted her arm and delivered a resounding slap of her own. The force of the blow sent Seraphina's perfectly styled hair into disarray.
"You bitch!" Jett roared, a weak pulse of spiritual pressure emanating from him as he lunged forward to protect his new prize.
Halie felt the crushing weight of his S-Class pressure trying to force her to her knees. But her mind, forged in the relentless discipline of her past life, refused to break. She saw the opening instantly as his arrogance left his physical guard wide open. Using the momentum of his own clumsy, overconfident lunge against him, she sidestepped, grabbed his extended arm, and drove her knee hard into his unprotected stomach.
Jett cried out, stumbling backward and crashing into the massive glass vanity. Expensive perfume bottles shattered, their cloying scents filling the air.
Seraphina crumpled to the floor, clutching her swollen cheek as tears streamed down her face. "You're a psycho!" she screamed.
Halie pulled a silk robe from a nearby chair and draped it over her shoulders. She looked down at the two pathetic figures on the floor as if they were insects.
"You," she said, her voice a blade of ice, her words sharp and fluent. "You live off the scraps Seraphina throws you. You leech off her family's name because your own is worthless. You are nothing but a well-dressed parasite."
Jett's face went white. Every word was a direct hit, a truth he tried so desperately to hide. His lips trembled, but under Halie's piercing gaze, he couldn't form a single rebuttal.
Seraphina shrieked, "I'll tell Dad! He'll cut you off completely! No accounts, no medical care! You'll have nothing!"
Halie just shrugged, a gesture of pure indifference. She pointed a single, elegant finger toward the open door.
"Get out."
Jett, trying to salvage a shred of dignity, spat a weak threat before helping a sobbing Seraphina to her feet. They stumbled toward the hallway, a mess of tears and wounded pride.
They were moving too slowly.
Halie snatched a heavy crystal paperweight from the nightstand and hurled it. It smashed into the doorframe just inches from their feet.
Splinters flew. The two of them screamed, scrambling out of the room like the vermin they were.
Halie strode to the door and slammed it shut. The heavy thud was followed by the click of the electronic and physical locks engaging.
Finally safe, the strength drained from her. She slid down the door, her back pressed against the cool wood, and gasped for air. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she took stock of the pathetic limits of her new body.
She closed her eyes, trying to sort through the chaos in her mind.
Ding.
A sharp, emotionless, mechanical sound echoed not in the room, but deep inside her skull.
A holographic screen, glowing an ethereal blue, materialized in her vision, impossible to look away from.
A cold, synthetic voice announced, "Kismet System binding successful."
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Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
7.5
To save my family's dying company, I was forced to marry a billionaire I hadn't seen in fourteen years.
But right outside the City Clerk's office, he tossed our marriage certificate at me like a cheap receipt and shoved a four-year-old boy into my arms.
"Your new life has begun. You're on babysitting duty now."
He sneered and left me stranded on the sidewalk. I realized with absolute horror that my new husband was Ellsworth Marshall, the sickly boy I had relentlessly bullied in middle school.
He didn't spend five billion dollars to save the Bradford family. He bought me to execute a slow, suffocating revenge.
He used his orphaned nephew as a pawn, explicitly threatening my father that if I failed to play the perfect, compliant nanny, he would instantly destroy our family's legacy.
He even had his guards lock me out of his Long Island estate on my first night, forcing me to stand in the cold dark just to prove he owned me.
I was trapped in a gilded cage, suffocated by the guilt of my past and the terror of my present.
Why did he involve an innocent child in his twisted vendetta? How much humiliation was enough to pay for my childhood cruelty?
Looking at the terrified little boy clinging to my skirt, I tightened my grip on my suitcase.
If he wanted to destroy my will piece by piece, I had to find a way to survive the monster I created.
8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
7.9
In my past life, I was the naive surrogate who fell desperately in love with Karson King, an untouchable Wall Street billionaire.
I thought my blind devotion would earn me a place in his family. Instead, his cruel mother forced me to sign away my parental rights to my three-year-old daughter.
I was locked in a dark, freezing basement. I watched helplessly as his arrogant relatives tormented my child, pushing her down a flight of marble stairs and shattering her tiny arm.
When we finally died in a horrific car crash, my face covered in blood amidst the shattered glass, Karson didn't shed a single tear. To him, my death was just the convenient erasure of a cheap mistake.
I sacrificed my dignity for his approval, but they treated us worse than stray dogs. Why did my innocent daughter have to pay the ultimate price for their ruthless arrogance?
Opening my eyes again, the harsh glare of a massive crystal chandelier pierced my vision. I was back in the grand foyer of the King estate, exactly five years ago.
"Sign it. You are nothing but a gold digger."
My soon-to-be mother-in-law slammed the thick legal contract onto the marble table, demanding I give up my daughter.
This time, the paralyzing fear evaporated, replaced by absolute, icy clarity.
I didn't cower. I picked up the pen, looked right at the billionaire who despised me, and prepared to manipulate his entire empire.
8.2
In our beast world, females are treated as nothing more than precious breeding stock to keep the pack strong. As the pack's best Mender, I spent all my time focusing on my healing herbs, completely ignoring my maturity ritual.
But tonight, the blind pack elder grabbed my wrist and delivered a chilling ultimatum.
If I don't choose my mates by the next Full Moon, the Council of Elders will force a match and assign them to me.
The threat is already suffocating. Arrogant, elite warriors like Caleb Quinn are pacing outside my door like starving wolves, stalking my porch and using pack business to corner me. At home, the reality of multiple mates is even worse. My mother has two mates—my father, the strongest Alpha, and my cold, intellectual step-father. Their toxic, murderous jealousy turns our house into a daily war zone. They literally unleash suffocating killing intent on innocent cubs just for hugging my mother.
I am disgusted by this sick, possessive obsession. I refuse to let my life become a battlefield of jealous males fighting over who gets to guard my door, and I absolutely refuse to be forced into a harem by the Elders.
So, I made a declaration that shocked my entire family and broke every pack tradition.
"I will only ever take one mate."
And to make sure none of those predatory warriors can touch me, I set an impossible trap.
"Whoever wants me must defeat my father first."
