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The contracts were finalized quickly.
The chieftain smiled warmly at us and said, “Well, now that the contracts are complete, you may go back to your homes.”
He turned to address the other males, his tone reassuring.
“As for the rest of you, don’t lose heart. If you can win the favor of either one of these females, you still have a chance to become one of their consorts.”
Hearing this, the other beastmen visibly relaxed. Their eyes lit up as they turned their attention back to Nicole and me, their gazes filled with desire.
Before they could act, the white tiger priest stepped forward and shielded me with his
massive frame.
His piercing gaze swept over the crowd as he let out a low, menacing growl.
“She’s mine,” he snarled. “I won’t share her with anyone.”
His voice carried a deadly edge. “If anyone dares to lay a hand on my female, I’ll rip them
apart.””
The room fell silent.
The other beastmen exchanged uneasy glances. They knew better than to challenge him.
As the tribe’s priest and strongest warrior, his strength was unmatched.
Competing with him for a female was a losing battle.
Nicolé, however, wasn’t as fortunate.
The werewolf she’d chosen was nowhere near as powerful. Compared to the other males in the White Tiger Tribe, his strength didn’t even place him in the top 100.
The rest of the beastmen quickly turned their attention to Nicole, their gazes predatory.
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The rest of the beastmen quickly turned their attention to Nicole, their gazes predatory.
Their eyes flicked to the werewolf, filled with disdain and thinly veiled hostility.
Males in this world valued strength above all else. The werewolf’s mediocre abilities
made him an easy target.
Why should someone so weak have the right to monopolize a rare and delicate female like Nicole?
The priest’s dominance made sense to them. But the werewolf? He didn’t deserve the privilege in their eyes.
Nicole, however, seemed oblivious to the danger.
Instead, she reveled in the attention, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as the males argued and glared‘ at each other.
In her mind, this was exactly how things were supposed to be–males fighting over her, treating her like a prize.
What she didn’t realize was that once she entered the werewolf’s den, leaving wouldn’t be
so easy.
I cast her a calm, uninterested glance before turning to the white tiger priest.
“I’m tired,” I said softly. “I’d like to rest.”
His golden eyes softened with concern, and in an instant, his massive arms–each thicker than my thighs–swept me up effortlessly.
“I’ll take you back to rest right now,” he said firmly.
Without another word, he carried me out of the gathering, holding me securely to his chest as he sprinted toward his stone house.
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