Rejected By Five Alphas: Watch Me Thrive

Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex. She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating. Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury. "You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out. After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust. In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead? Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.

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Every step is a battle. The forest floor was covered with tree roots and decaying leaves, and Alivia's three hundred-pound body crashed through like an injured rhino. Her lungs were burning, her heart was pounding wildly behind her ribs, and thick, greasy, foul-smelling sweat trickled down her face.

She had to stop. Leaning against a huge oak tree, she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling. "It's so tragic," she murmured, wiping the dirt from her face with the back of her hand. "Truly tragic."

A sharp buzzing sound interrupted her breathing. A strange insect, with a vibrant green body and fierce stingers, charged towards her face.

Instinct took over. Alivia raised her hand, commanding her bio-control abilities to strike, crushing the insect's nervous system.

A faint green light flashed from her fingertips-then it died out. The energy was too weak, too thin, even to penetrate the air.

The insect approached.

Damn it. Alivia snarled, slapping with her thick arms. She crushed the bug against the tree trunk, leaving a green viscous substance on the bark. She stared at the glowing viscous substance in her hands, a cruel reality surfacing in her mind. Her ability was useless. At most, it was only level one, barely enough to make someone's head ache, let alone fight the dangers of this world.

She must know what this ability can actually do. Picking up a sharp stone, she made a shallow cut on her forearm. Blood gushed out, the bright red contrasting against the muddy skin. She pressed her glowing fingers onto the wound, pushing the energy.

Healing was infuriatingly slow. Cells connected, tissue reconnecting bit by bit. It took a full two minutes for the wound to close, leaving a faint white line. When it was over, Alivia felt dizzy, her stomach spasming with intense hunger, as if she had been punched hard.

The sound of flowing water entered her ears. To a dehydrated body, it was the song of a siren. She pushed through the trees, struggling through the thorns-those thorns tearing at her rough leather skirt-stumbling toward the sound.

The stream was crystal clear, flowing through the forest. Alivia knelt by the bank, scooping up cold water and splashing it on her face. The chill was biting, washing away some of the sticky heat and grime.

She looked down.

The surface calmed down, becoming a mirror. The face she saw in the reflection made her stomach drop sharply.

That wasn't the face she recognized. Swollen, waxy yellow. Pimples swelled her cheeks and forehead, with her features squeezed into the center by thick fat. She opened her mouth in horror, revealing a crooked, yellowed set of teeth, some of which were already black at the roots.

Alivia jerked back and plopped down in the mud. "God," she muttered. She knew she was ugly-the memory told her so-but seeing it firsthand, this raw physiological reality, still felt like a heavy blow.

For a moment, despair choked her. Then she took a deep breath. "Self-pity doesn't burn calories," she said sharply to herself. "Get up."

She struggled back to the water's edge. This time, she didn't avert her gaze. She examined the reflection with the cool, analytical gaze of an agent assessing a target. Obese. Hormonal imbalance. Severe malnutrition masked by excess fat. Poor hygiene. Misaligned teeth.

"Well," her voice was flat, "it's a disaster area. But it's mine."

She stood up, brushing the mud off her buttocks. The first law of survival is health and hygiene. She couldn't fight back, she couldn't run fast, but at least she could wash herself clean. She scanned the shore for privacy. A shallow bend in the river, half-hidden by a pile of rocks and dense vines, was a good spot.

Alivia shuffled forward, her mind racing. She needed to wash herself clean. She needed to survive. Then, she needed to figure out how to fix this mess.

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Born into privilege, Eleanor never imagined her life could shatter in a single night. Then her father disappeared with his mistress, her mother fell from a building and slipped into a coma, and everything she once owned turned to dust. Determined not to ruin Jonathan's future with her family's disgrace, she ended their relationship and became the bride of a man trapped in a vegetative state. She believed that was the last time their paths would cross. But two years later, Jonathan pinned her in the dark and whispered, "Long time no see, my sister-in-law."

Action Adventure Modern

9.5

Doctor vagina's son

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Action Modern Romance

8.4

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8.4

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Action Romance Werewolf

7.6

He Broke the Omega: The White Wolf's Revenge

7.6

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Action LGBT+Romance Werewolf

8.6

His Unwanted Mute Wife: Now His Obsession

8.6

I was the mute fisherman's daughter who married the King of New York, only to become his prisoner. Dante Vitiello didn't love me; he used my silence as a weapon and let his mistress, Valeria, rule my home. When Valeria poisoned herself to frame me, Dante didn't look for the truth. He drained my blood to save her life, then threw me into a freezing dungeon to rot among the rats. He planned to marry her while I shivered in the dark, telling me I was nothing but gutter trash. With no voice to scream and no way to fight, I chose the only escape left. I swallowed a vial of lethal pufferfish toxin, trading my life for a coma that mimicked death. I wanted to haunt him. I wanted my cold body to be his punishment. But when I woke up a year later, the world had changed. I wasn't in hell. I was in a clinic, and Dante was lying on the floor with a bullet in his temple. He had discovered the truth too late. To wake me up, he had accepted a deadly game of Russian Roulette. He signed our divorce papers with a steady hand, then pulled the trigger to buy my freedom. The monster was dead. And for the first time, the silence belonged to me.

Action Modern Romance

8.4

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8.4

Forced into a marriage with the merciless mafia heir Lorenzo, Elena finds herself trapped in a world of violence and dark secrets. While her husband rules the city with an iron fist, she must navigate the dangerous power struggles within his ruthless syndicate. As their forced union sparks an unexpected and volatile passion, Elena discovers that surviving the underworld means shedding her innocence and embracing the blood-soaked legacy of her new family.

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Rejected By Five Alphas: Watch Me Thrive

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