Healing My Seven Broken Beast Mates

Chapter 5

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ce. Her gaze locked onto the tremblin

d, crossing her arms over her chest. Her t

broken bone spike again.

d erupted from the ground, slamming into Riona and shoving her back sev

hat in the face of such profound, visceral trauma, any verbal explanation from the mouth of an abuser was just another form of torture. To discuss his fertility, or lack thereof, right now would only serve as the ultimate humiliation. Silence and definitive action we

ed, slapping at her arms. He

ced back at the cave entrance. With a subtle flick of her wrist, she dispelled the wind wall. "Take your brother's weapon and go," Jayla commanded coldly, her voice echoing out to the stunned girl

hold, Jordi stopped struggling. H

space sat an enormous, king-sized leather bed, complete with fluffy pillows. Embedded in the ceiling we

onto the bed. Jordi let out a gru

onto the pristine white sheets. A stark, b

, trying to hide his filthy, bleeding body from the clean sheets.

nd reached for the stiff, dirty animal skin drape

scream. It wasn't a sound of pain; it was a sound of pure, unadult

r panic. He shoved Jayla away with both

ack hitting the stone wall. Sh

ambled away, wedging himself into a narrow crevice in the rock wall at t

d. His body shook violently. "Don't touch me... please don't t

s and the trembling figure in the crack of the wall. The frustrat

sychological wound. Efficiency and force didn't work here. To a victi

ing; it was about healing. And healing

e step back, putting more distance between her

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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.”