Bound By Contract To The Beast Warlord
I woke up in a freezing, desolate wasteland, my body weak and covered in sores. A mechanical voice in my head informed me that I was a defective rabbit-mutant, and if I didn't conceive within twenty-four hours, I would die permanently.
The terror was suffocating, but the system left me no choice. To survive the brutal cold and the decay of my own heartbeat, I had to force a pregnancy with a stranger.
I stumbled through the snow, my fingers turning blue, until I found a massive, wounded Arctic Fox-mutant in a dark cave. He was a Tier-9 predator, dying and radiating the exact heat I needed to stay alive. I threw away my dignity, crawling into his fur to merge our energies, desperate to trigger the life-reset protocol before my time ran out.
I felt like a monster, forcing myself onto a man who didn't even know I existed, just to keep my own heart beating. How could I ever face him if he woke up? Why did I have to be the one to pay the price for this twisted, mechanical ultimatum?
The fusion was a success, but when I woke up the next morning, the apex predator had me pinned under his massive claws, his fangs inches from my throat. I didn't beg for mercy. I stared into his feral, ice-blue eyes and made a deal that would change everything: I would be his anchor, and he would be my protector. But then I dropped the final, terrifying truth: I was pregnant, and he was the only one who could save us.
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Chapter 7
The heavy wooden gates groaned as they were pulled open.
Cora kept her spine straight, her hand locked in Dax's, as they stepped into the Hickman Settlement.
The place was a miserable collection of low stone huts and patched animal-skin tents. The air smelled of wet dirt, bitter herbs, and desperation.
The rabbit-mutants working in the muddy streets stopped dead in their tracks. They stared at Cora as if she were a ghost. She was the weakest female in the settlement, a genetic failure who was supposed to be a frozen corpse by now. Yet here she walked, head high, with a Tier-9 male at her heel like a trained beast.
Then, their eyes shifted to the man beside her.
Dax's presence was suffocating. The apex predator pheromones rolling off his body made the weaker herbivores physically tremble. Mothers pulled their children into tents. Men backed away, lowering their eyes in submission. They recognized the hierarchy immediately. This male belonged to Cora. And he would kill anyone who forgot it.
Dax ignored them. His ice-blue eyes scanned the face of every adult male they passed, searching for the bastard who had broken Cora's heart. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. Where was the coward who had abandoned his female?
Cora felt the lethal tension radiating from his arm. She squeezed his fingers. "Relax. Take me to my father first. He must see that I am well. "
They navigated the winding dirt paths until they reached a slightly larger stone hut near the center of the settlement. Before Cora could knock, the wooden door flew open.
A middle-aged rabbit-mutant with graying hair and deep bags under his eyes stumbled out. It was Arthur Hickman.
Arthur saw Cora standing there, perfectly whole. Tears instantly spilled over his wrinkled cheeks. His body shook violently as he lunged forward. "Cora! My sweet girl! You're alive!"
Cora caught him as he threw his arms around her. The residual emotions of the original body surged in her chest, making her throat ache. She patted his shaking back. "I'm home, Dad."
Arthur pulled back, wiping his face. That was when he finally noticed the towering wall of muscle standing right behind his daughter.
The older man gasped and stumbled backward, instinctively shoving Cora behind his body. A father's instinct to protect his daughter from a dangerous male. He stared at Dax with wide, terrified eyes. "Who... who is this?"
Cora stepped out from behind her father. She gestured to Dax. "Dad, this is Dax William. My first husband. He saved me in the wasteland. We've signed a Beast Mark Contract."
Arthur's eyes bulged. He could feel the terrifying, crushing weight of the man's power. This was a monster that their entire settlement couldn't scratch. And his daughter had tamed him.
He stammered, his voice shaking. "A... a Beast Mark Contract? Are you sure? He's..."
Dax stepped forward. He bowed his head slightly, pulling his lethal aura back into his body. He showed respect to his female's father. This was the proper way. His voice was deep and respectful, but firm as iron. "Arthur. I am your daughter's first husband. I will protect her with my life. I will serve her until death. "
Arthur looked at the absolute conviction burning in Dax's eyes. He glanced at the faint blue fox-tail tattoo peeking out from Cora's collar. The terror in his chest slowly melted into overwhelming relief. His defective daughter had somehow claimed a Tier-9 male. It was a miracle.
He let out a long, shuddering breath and wiped his eyes again. "Good. Good. As long as you keep her safe, I can die in peace."
Arthur quickly ushered them into the cramped stone hut. A small fire crackled in the hearth. He rushed around, pouring hot water into clay cups, his hands still trembling with joy.
Suddenly, Arthur stopped. He walked over to his cot and pulled a battered wooden box from underneath it. It was wrapped in layers of dirty animal skin.
He walked back to the table and opened the box with shaking hands.
Inside lay a single, glowing green crystal. The energy pulsing from it was pure and vibrant.
Tier-3 Wood-element Beast Core detected, the system chimed. Contains massive life energy. Extremely high value. System Alert: Symbiote will now refine and convert its energy to match Host's unique 'Mental Resonance' frequency.
Arthur pushed the box across the table toward Dax. His voice was thick with emotion. "Dax. This is a Tier-3 core. I nearly died getting it when I was young. It's the most valuable thing our family owns."
Tears welled up in the old man's eyes. "I know Cora's genetics are defective. She... she will have a very hard time giving you children. Please, take this as her dowry. Just... don't discard her. She deserves a husband who will stay."
Cora stared at the glowing crystal. Her chest tightened painfully. Her father was giving away his life savings to buy her safety. To bribe a male into staying with his defective daughter.
Dax stared at the crystal. His brain processed Arthur's words, but filtered them through his own massive misunderstanding.
He thought Arthur was apologizing because Cora was already pregnant with another man's cubs. He thought the old man was offering him this treasure to compensate him for being the "replacement father." To bribe him into raising another male's children.
A sharp pain sliced through Dax's heart. He hated the bastard who did this to them even more. But looking at the broken old man and the brave female beside him, his chest swelled with fierce devotion. He did not need bribes. His female was enough.
Dax stood up abruptly. He pushed the wooden box back across the table. His voice was low, rough, and absolute.
"Keep it. I don't need compensation. Cora is priceless. I don't care about her past. I only want her future. I am her husband. That is all the reward I need."
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8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
8.4
Ayleen Avery was just a struggling hotel worker trying to survive her shift. But during a sudden blackout, she accidentally stumbled into the pitch-black VIP suite of a ruthless billionaire driven mad by chronic insomnia.
Calmed only by her unique natural scent of roses and rain, the terrifying man attacked her from the shadows and forced himself on her. Terrified and broken, Ayleen fled at dawn, unknowingly leaving behind her late mother's antique rose necklace in his bed.
Her greedy coworker found the necklace, claimed to be the woman from that night, and was instantly swept into a life of luxury. Meanwhile, Ayleen was blackmailed into a forced marriage with her attacker—Cassius Doyle—to save her adoptive father from prison. Deceived by the stolen necklace, Cassius believed Ayleen was a manipulative spy. He brought the coworker into their home and paraded her around the master bedroom.
"In this house, you are lower than the dirt on my shoes."
He choked Ayleen, forced her to sleep in a damp storage room, and treated her with violent disgust while pampering the thief.
Ayleen was suffocating in absolute despair. She had lost her innocence, her freedom, and her mother's only relic to a vicious liar. She couldn't understand how this all-powerful man could be so completely blind. Why couldn't he recognize the very scent that had cured his agonizing madness?
Staring at the dark bruises he had just left on her neck, Ayleen wiped the blood from her lip. She would endure this three-month marriage to secure her family's safety, but once the contract ended, she would expose the truth and tear down the fake savior he cherished so much.
8.6
I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me.
Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning.
When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl.
In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket.
Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection."
I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts.
"In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one."
The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.
8.5
"And that is the reason why I said those words. I like your fear, not because it is a normal thing. I love it because deep down you are a monster like me, schiava. You fear me on a primal level, you can feel my power and dominance, and you know you aren't the strongest here. So you don't fear Renzo Valentino the human, you fear the monster that lurks inside."
My life changed the night of my birthday. What started as a funny dare ended with blood and having a price on my head.
I thought Renzo was the hero who saved me that night, but he was the devil who owned me forever.
I, Misha Yakov, princess of the Russian mafia became Renzo Valentino's slave.
He broke me, tortured me, and molded me into something new, something I hated and craved at the same time.
I, Misha Yakov became my master's pet.
8.8
My husband thought I was just a docile wife, easily controlled. He didn't know I'd spent five years meticulously dismantling his life. Tonight, his world would finally crumble into dust.
For five years, I endured Jackson's entitled demands and his family's greed, silently funding their lavish life in our Beverly Hills mansion.
My illusion shattered finding his mistress Amber's lingerie in his suitcase. My attorney just severed all financial ties, making Jackson's arrogant demands hollow.
I tossed my diamond ring into the trash, summoning an industrial compactor. Jackson, his mother, and mistress watched in horror as their designer luggage, bought with my money, was crushed, turning their lavish trip into garbage.
A cold, dead smile marked my cathartic release from five years of betrayal. How could they be so blind to the woman they dismissed?
Stepping into an armored Maybach, I left them in chaos. My iPad confirmed Jackson's credit cards freezing. This wasn't just divorce; it was a calculated demolition, making their pampered lives very real.
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.