Rejected By Five Alphas: Watch Me Thrive

Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex. She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating. Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury. "You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out. After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust. In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead? Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.

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Chapter 5

Alivia acted instinctively. Threw away the fish bones, rolled to the side, back pressed against a thick birch tree trunk, eyes fixed on the canopy.

With a series of snapping branches and scattered leaves, something fell down from between the foliage. It landed heavily on the riverbank, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Alivia blinked. It wasn't an animal. It was a woman. A woman in a white lace dress.

She lay motionless, her delicate face pale, her skin incredibly smooth, standing out starkly against the dirt and sweat of the forest. There was only a small wound on her forehead.

Alivia's mind raced. A modern dress. Perfect skin. In this wild world? It could only mean one thing.

Ding! Kai's voice screamed in her mind. "Alert! High-dimensional energy invasion! 'The Chosen One' Haley Clayton has arrived!"

Information flooded Alivia's mind. Haley had the "Mary Sue halo" system. According to the original plot, she should be discovered by Cain, brought back to the tribe, and revered as a goddess. While the original Alivia would be used as a foil to perfect Haley, gradually leading to her death.

Alivia stared at the unconscious woman. She felt no sympathy. Only cold, ruthless calculation. In a world of scarce resources, Hailey's halo was a death warrant to her. Letting her live was like planting a bomb in her own backyard.

She walked up to Hailey. Killing her directly would leave a scent trail, and the werewolves would track them down. She had to be smarter.

Alivia grabbed the back of Hailey's white dress, her fingers avoiding the woman's skin to leave no trace of her own scent or hair. She began dragging.

This was torture. Hailey was heavy, and Alivia's body was already at its limit. She dragged the woman away from the creek, away from the tribe, towards the "Shadow Forest"-a place even warriors avoided due to the poisonous insects and low-level beasts that roamed there.

Thorns tore at Hailey's skirt and skin, but Alivia didn't slow down. After walking a kilometer, her legs were trembling, her vision blurred by sweat. She threw Hailey behind a thicket of brambles, where the scent of decaying leaves and animal musk would mask her tracks.

As she turned to leave, something was shining in Hailey's hair. A diamond hair clip. Modern craftsmanship. Valuable.

Alivia unhesitatingly pulled out the hairpin and stuck it into her own leather belt. In this world, resources were everything.

"Good luck, princess," she whispered coldly, "your halo won't save you here."

"Host, altering the storyline may cause unpredictable butterfly effects-" Kai began.

"I am the butterfly," Alivia interrupted him, "I'm threatening to crush it before it hatches."

She walked back, carefully breaking branches and sweeping away the drag marks with leaves, creating the illusion of a beast dragging its prey. Back by the stream, she thoroughly washed her hands.

The sun was setting. The forest at night was a death trap. She had to get back.

She sneaked back into the village, moving through the shadows. But the moment she stepped onto the edge of the central plaza, she knew trouble was coming. Dozens of hostile eyes turned toward her.

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