Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife
Isolde woke up in a freezing, ruined stone house with a splitting headache and only five percent of her life signs remaining.
Before she could even process the mechanical system voice in her head, a flood of violent memories slammed into her.
She had transmigrated into the body of a cruel noblewoman who mercilessly tortured her beastmen husbands with a barbed whip.
And right now, she was lying in a pool of her own blood, having been shoved against the stone floor by one of them.
Outside the rickety door, her husbands were coldly discussing her death.
"Just go in and finish her. One stab, and we're free."
"If she hit her head and died on her own, then it's an accident. We walk out of here as free males."
To test if she was faking her sudden amnesia, the snake beastman Dangelo even ground his heavy military boot into her injured hand, waiting for her to snap so he could legally end her.
She was poisoned, freezing, and entirely at the mercy of the men who deeply despised her.
She was bearing the deadly consequences of a monster she never was, with a red system warning of imminent death flashing in her mind.
But they didn't know the new Isolde had awakened a survival system and Life Magic.
She swore a blood oath to the Beast God to buy herself three months of time.
Then, she turned her sights to the dying wolf beastman chained in the shed, deciding to pull him back from hell to become her very first shield.
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Chapter 4
Heath shook the snow from his cloak and walked over to Isolde. His cloudy eyes held a flicker of undisguised disgust. He didn't like this tyrant either.
Cameron gave a brief explanation. "She fell and hit her head. She woke up and doesn't seem to recognize anyone."
Heath nodded. His bony fingers pressed against Isolde's wrist. A faint green energy seeped from his fingertips into her body.
Isolde panicked internally. "System! Hide my soul signature and the magic I just awakened!" she screamed in her mind.
[Acknowledged. Generating interference barrier. ]
The system quickly threw up a chaotic mess of energy on the surface of her consciousness, mimicking the disruption of a severe brain injury.
Heath's brow furrowed deeper. He pulled his hand back and moved to inspect the gruesome wound at the back of her head.
The three men in the room held their breath.
Heath turned around and sighed. "Her brain has suffered devastating trauma," he announced. "Her mental sea is a chaotic mess. She has indeed lost her memories."
Brennan let out a long breath, his eyes shining with undisguised joy. Cameron's jaw relaxed slightly. Dangelo chuckled, clearly pleased with the diagnosis.
Heath left a small pouch of herbs and added, "With this level of damage, unless she receives a significant shock, she may never recover."
After the healer left, the atmosphere in the room shifted. The three men looked at Isolde differently now. They weren't looking at a threat; they were looking at prey that had walked right into a trap.
Cameron walked over to the rickety table. He pulled out three yellowed pieces of parchment from his coat and laid them out neatly.
He turned to Isolde, his tone deceptively gentle but hard as steel underneath. "Since you've lost your memory, there are some legal matters we need to attend to."
Brennan stepped forward and shoved a quill dipped in red ink into Isolde's uninjured hand.
Dangelo explained coldly, "These are annulment agreements. You sign them, press your blood seal, and we are strangers. We owe you nothing."
Isolde looked at the dense text on the parchment. The system instantly translated it for her. It wasn't just an annulment. It was a complete forfeiture of her title as lord and all her property. She would be left with nothing.
[Warning! Signing the annulment will result in mission failure and immediate host termination. You will not survive the night without their protection. ]
Isolde's fingers tightened around the quill until her knuckles turned white. She couldn't sign.
She looked up, tears instantly filling her eyes. She stared at them with absolute terror and abandonment.
"Are you... my husbands?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Why do you want to throw me away? What did I do wrong?"
Brennan was struck dumb. He couldn't exactly list her crimes to a woman who didn't remember them.
Cameron tried to stay rational. "We have no feelings for each other," he stated flatly. "Ending the contract is best for everyone."
Isolde threw the quill away. She covered her face with her hands and broke down into loud, heaving sobs. She cried like someone who had just realized the world was a nightmare.
"I don't remember anything!" she wailed between breaths. "It's cold here! It's awful! If you kick me out, the beasts outside will eat me!"
This absolute surrender to vulnerability left the three beastmen completely at a loss. They knew how to fight violence with violence, but they didn't know how to handle a sobbing, helpless woman.
Isolde peeked through her fingers. Seeing their hesitation, she pushed harder. "Please," she begged, her voice raw. "Give me a little time. Don't abandon me now."
She held up three bloody fingers, trembling. "Three months," she pleaded. "If you still hate me after three months, I won't fight it. I'll sign."
The room fell silent. The men exchanged glances. Their plan to force her signature had just hit a wall of tears.
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8.0
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Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
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After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
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No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
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7.1
I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back.
But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck.
He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain.
This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death.
"Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears."
The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her?
I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.
8.7
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But instead of my groom, my best friend Selena walked into the room. She flashed a fresh silver rejection rune on her wrist, smiling as she told me the ceremony was canceled. Kade had chosen her, the daughter of a powerful Beta, to secure his Alpha transition.
When I rushed to his study in disbelief, the words I heard through the cracked door shattered my heart completely.
"She's just an Omega. Her value doesn't compare to the loyalty of Selena's father."
Kade laughed coldly with his friends, calling our sacred bond a leash. He even planned to keep me trapped in the packhouse as a docile, broken toy under his and Selena's rule.
Every whispered promise of love was just a lie built for power. My disguise to test his true heart became the very excuse he used to discard me like trash. How could the man who promised to cherish my soul be so utterly ruthless?
Wiping my tears, I kicked the door open and publicly initiated the impossible: I, the "weak Omega," formally rejected him. After smashing a whiskey bottle over his head, I walked straight into the territory of his most feared rival—his older brother, Rowan. This time, I would tear his world apart.
9.5
After months of tearing the continent apart, I finally found her. Covered in mud and blood, raw from the river, I was a monster, a ghost. Across the street, June looked peaceful, utterly unaware.
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I unleashed my Alpha aura; June shivered, thinking it a cold snap. Frankie turned, a mocking smile in his eyes. He knew.
Marcus broke ribs restraining my rage as June and Frankie drove away, taking the only light in my miserable world.
The 'Tabula Rasa' spell hadn't just erased her memory; it rewired her soul, making her immune to our mate bond. She saw an ordinary stranger. Her scent gone, preferences changed. Agony shredded my mind; my power useless.
My magic failed, but I had other weapons. "Buy the street. Buy the shop. Buy every property within five miles. Suffocate them with cash," I commanded. Tomorrow, I'd be Bren, a bankrupt man seeking solace, ready to reclaim what was mine.