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Once Nicole and I had chosen our partners, we stood in front of all the beastmen of the White Tiger Tribe to officially form our contracts.
In this primitive society, a female could have multiple male consorts, but only the males who had a formal contract with her were allowed to live with her.
The rest–those who weren’t bound by contracts–were no better than ancient mistresses in human history.
Of course, there was one key difference between this world and human society: male consorts were an openly accepted part of life here. There was no secrecy or shame, no hiding them in the shadows.
That said, being kicked out by a female if she no longer found you desirable was completely normal, and no one would bat an eye.
In our past life, Nicole had taken full advantage of this system.
Despite knowing how possessive and obsessive the serpent beastman could be, she still dared to flirt with other males during his hibernation.
Why?
Because she’d never planned to keep him around forever. Nicole’s goal was simple: have her fun, then toss him aside with some convenient excuse.
But things didn’t go as planned.
In this world, female beastmen were extraordinarily rare. For the males who had fought tooth and claw for the chance to become her consorts, being discarded wasn’t somet ng they’d accept quietly.
By the time the serpent beastman emerged from hibernation, Nicole’s actions had already
come back to haunt her.
The males she had flirted with surrounded him, demanding answers. Nicole’s excuse?
The males she had tirted with surrounded him, demanding answers. Nicole’s excuse?
“The serpent doesn’t allow me to have other consorts.”
When the serpent beastman learned what she had done while he was hibernating, he was
livid.
After a brutal fight with the other males, he dragged Nicole back to his lair, his expression
dark and stormy.
That was when her nightmare began.
He tormented her in every way imaginable, refusing to let her leave until she bore his
children.
One clutch of snake eggs turned into
another and another.
Nicole tried to escape, of course, but the serpent beastman never allowed her the chance to set foot outside his cave.
Her only opportunity came on the day the werewolf was set to inherit the position of White Tiger Tribe chieftain.
The entire tribe–old, young, male, female–was required to attend the ceremony. Nicole used this as her chance, emerging with her snake offspring in tow.
The ceremony was held on a cliff behind the tribe, a sacred location used for offerings to the gods.
Nicole’s jealousy boiled over when she saw me, someone she’d always thought infertor, standing proudly as the chieftain’s mate.
She waited until all the beastmen were kneeling in prayer, then made her move.
Charging at me with wild eyes, she screamed, “Lily! You’ve always been beneath me in everything–how dare you have a better life than me?! Go to hell!”
