Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

Chapter 4

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h of the crisp morning air when he

flank. A blade of compressed water, razor-sharp and movin

he dropped. Her center of gravity plummeted as she bent backwa

nch. It slammed into the rock wall behind her with a

a-blue hair burst from the bushes, a sharpened bo

ed, lunging forward to drive

e attack. Her right hand shot out like a viper, her finge

isely. The female howled in pain, her fingers spas

s. She yanked the attacker over her shoulder and slammed her face-first into

nto her back. She wrenched both of the girl's arms behind he

less than three seconds. It wa

nough to freeze water. She stared down at the ba

o the dirt. She spat out a mouthful of mud and blo

ewly acquired memories. She matched the blue hair, the

g intent in her eyes faded, replaced by a weary resignation. Sh

from inside the cave. It was the sound of

d heard

int in pain, but he didn't stop. He dragged his mutilated lower body acros

and desperate. He was trying to get to Jayla

oody smears. He didn't seem to feel it. He just kept pulling hi

in Jayla's chest. It wasn't her emotion; it was a

walked slowly toward the crawling Jord

..." she said, tryin

. He saw her hand reaching for him and panicked. He scrambl

with the mud. He didn't seem to register the pa

ou want to me, just let her go!" he sobb

inty that she was about to torture his sister in front of him-hit

in front of her brother. She bared her teeth a

for a moment before she slowly curled her fingers i

r and the broken brother. Brute force and sweet

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Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

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“My retirement was finally approved, and I was supposed to be sipping drinks on a sunny beach. Instead, a cold system voice forced me into a nightmare scenario: "Cursed Mates Who Want Me Dead." I woke up in a stinking cave, trapped in the body of a psychopathic tribal princess. The memories that flooded my brain made me sick. The original owner of this body had forcibly marked seven of the continent's most powerful beast-men and reduced them to tortured pets. She had ripped the shimmering scales off Jordi the Merfolk prince, gouged out a proud wolf-man's power crystal, and snapped an eagle-man's magnificent wings. Now, Jordi was a mutilated, terrified mess hiding in a corner. He was so traumatized that he tried to slit his own throat just to escape me. His sister was actively trying to assassinate me. To make matters worse, the system warned me that if I didn't heal these seven ticking time bombs, my soul would be erased. Yet the future timeline clearly showed that these men would eventually unite, burn my tribe to the ground, and dismember me alive. I was paying for a monster's sins. Every time I tried to show mercy, they thought it was a sick new torture method. Words were useless, and my very presence was a trigger. But I am a Tier-S operative, and I don't play the victim. I forced the system to unlock my powers and strapped on my tactical gear. "Stay here and don't starve." I left the trembling Merfolk behind and walked into the deadly primitive forest, heading straight for the powerful Oasis Tribe to take back his stolen scales by force.”