I, Jasmine Burke, along with my best friend Kayla Reeds, found ourselves transported to the Otherworld, becoming extremely rare females in a Beastkin tribe. During the mate selection ceremony, Kayla struck first, claiming the Ursine Beastkin, Atlas Michell, simply because he was naturally strong and an exceptional hunter. Meanwhile, I fell victim to her schemes and could only choose the frail Swan-kin, Jaxson Wallace. After marriage, Atlas continued his affairs with other women, and when Kayla’s protests proved futile, she was cast out of their cave during a harsh winter. Jaxson, however, remained by my side through everything, never abandoning me even when my legs became disabled. Eventually, he united the four great tribes and ascended to the supreme position of Chief in the Beastkin world. On the day of the Chief succession ceremony, Kayla went mad and pushed me off a cliff. When I opened my eyes again, we had both been reborn. In this life, she still moved first, but this time she chose the overlooked Jaxson. And I walked toward the low-key, unremarkable Vulpine Priest, Timothy Knight. Seeing Kayla’s vicious glare, I could barely contain my laughter. Chief Consort? How could that compare to having a healthy body? Living again, I would become the true Empress of the Beastkin world. ***** After falling from the cliff, I was reborn. I found myself back at the moment we first arrived in the Otherworld, on the day of the tribe’s mate selection ceremony. “These two precious females who descended from the heavens are a blessing bestowed upon us by the Beast God.” “Though we don’t know which tribe they come from, as females, their wishes in choosing mates must not be violated.” When I first arrived in my previous life, hearing words like “females,” “Beast God,” and “tribe” gave me a massive headache. But Kayla’s face lit up with excitement. She was obsessed with novels and already familiar with these settings. Before Timothy could finish speaking, she jumped ahead and chose Atlas. She leaned close to my ear and whispered with a laugh, “Ursine Beastkin aren’t just great hunters—I hear they’re incredible in bed too. I’ve only read about it in books, but now I’ll finally get to experience it firsthand.” Unlike me, Kayla genuinely loved this world. Seeing my hesitation, she blinked and linked her arm through mine, feigning concern as she said, “Jasmine, don’t force yourself if you don’t want to choose. After all, you still have someone else in your heart. Besides, you love romance, and all they know how to do is hunt. The tribe needs partners who can work, and you’ve never been good at that stuff.” With just a few casual words, she painted me as a female who abandoned her partner and was lazy and useless. In this primitive world with low productivity, even precious females were expected to contribute labor. As a result, only Jaxson remained standing before me in the end. I had hesitated long between Atlas and Jaxson, finally remembering an animal documentary I’d once watched. Swan-kin were known for their loyalty, and I thought working together with someone would be better than being alone. Later events proved that Jaxson was indeed as faithful as the rumors suggested, remaining devoted to me even after my legs became disabled and insisting I become his wife. When Kayla learned this news, she was furious. By then, her relationship with Atlas was already falling apart, and she desperately sought another way out. So she came to mine and Jaxson’s cave daily, sometimes wearing fresh flowers, sometimes bringing gifts. But Jaxson remained unmoved and became even more considerate and gentle toward me. Kayla was beyond frustrated, unable to understand how she could lose to a crippled invalid. Finally, she snapped at me angrily, “Jaxson is just a clueless fool who doesn’t understand romance!” I simply smiled faintly.
I’ll admit he’s not romantic, but calling him a fool? I don’t buy it. No beastman is more cunning than him. He initially chose me with unwavering determination, cleverly used my leg injury to win hearts, and ultimately unified the four great tribes to claim the chieftain’s throne. Meanwhile, that idiot Kayla was so caught up in romance that she never noticed almost all female bird-clan beastmen have physical defects. She’ll only understand this truth after experiencing it firsthand. So in this life, I’m letting her speak first again. Sure enough, she immediately pointed at Jackson and declared, “I want him as my mate.” The crowd erupted in shock, and a flash of delight crossed Jackson’s eyes. Bird-clan beastmen have always been unpopular. Despite their delicate beauty and unwavering loyalty, love isn’t a luxury most females can afford in this harsh primitive world. “How dare a bird-clan beastman claim such a noble female? With him, you won’t even have enough to eat,” a hot-tempered beastman stood up, demanding a duel with Jackson for Kayla’s hand. Jackson’s expression faltered slightly, a barely perceptible hint of insecurity flickering across his face. But this played right into Kayla’s hands. She immediately walked to Jackson’s side, linking her arm through his, and boldly announced to the crowd, “As long as we have love, we can survive anything. I’m not afraid of hardship. Even if he leaves me starving every day, I’ll never leave him.” The surrounding beastmen were stunned. Such touching words—if she hadn’t whispered “Just watch me become the chieftain’s wife” in my ear before leaving, the effect might have been even better. Seeing Timothy’s knowing smirk, inspiration struck. Before Kayla could frame me again, I raised my hand and pointed at Timothy, whose face was half-concealed. “I choose him.” Kayla’s face lit up with undisguised joy. In my previous life, Timothy had suddenly fallen ill and died under mysterious circumstances. But since I’ve been given a second chance, I’m here to rewrite destiny. Besides, fox-clan beastmen are naturally cunning—he won’t be as easily manipulated by Kayla as the others. In this life, I’m willing to gamble on him. Because what I want isn’t just to be some dependent chieftain’s wife. I’ve learned so much modern knowledge—it would be shameful to remain subservient. This time, I want Timothy to support me as I climb step by step to the throne of the beastman empress! After choosing a partner, all that remained was to forge the contract. Only when I clearly saw the Vulpine Beastkin mark appear on my palm did I truly breathe a sigh of relief. In this life, I had finally escaped the tragedy of my previous existence. Looking at Kayla’s undisguised excitement, I suddenly remembered what happened in my past life. This world revered females, but valued strength even more. Therefore, despite being a precious female, Kayla still had to obey Atlas’s arrangements in everything and constantly guard against him pursuing other females after marriage. All of this was because Atlas was naturally an excellent hunter. When other Beastkin struggled just to have enough food, the prey he caught could feed half the tribe. Atlas naturally attracted the attention of many females, and as he walked down the street, females would often give him flirtatious looks. Bold females would even publicly declare their willingness to follow him, contract or no contract. When Kayla first got together with Atlas, she had been proud for a while. Relying on being more beautiful than other females, she often acted spoiled and arrogant, restricting Atlas severely. As a transmigrator, she was bold in speech and passionate in character, which initially made Atlas feel refreshed. However, as time went on, her flaws gradually became exposed—unreasonable and domineering, arrogant and willful. No matter how good Atlas’s temper was, it would eventually be worn down, especially since he had been pampered since childhood as heaven’s favored son.
So after one fierce argument, Atlas could no longer tolerate it and drove Kayla out of the cave. It was the middle of winter, and females without shelter could easily starve to death. Kayla knelt outside the cave for several days and nights, and eventually Atlas softened and took her back. But she had developed paralysis as a lasting consequence of prolonged exposure to cold, losing the beauty she had been most proud of. Atlas completely lost any desire to continue the relationship. He would only throw some prey over every few days, and Kayla lived like this, sometimes hungry, sometimes fed. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of finding someone else, but Atlas was extremely possessive. Even though he no longer liked her, he wouldn’t allow her to throw herself into another’s arms. Days dragged on like this until news came that Jaxson had become the tribe’s Chief. According to regulations, all Beastkin had to attend the celebration, so Kayla seized this opportunity and secretly hid behind rocks at the cliff’s edge. Before I could react, she suddenly pushed me off the cliff. She said: “Why should you live better than me? You should be inferior to me in every way! Bitch!” Kayla was my distant cousin from the countryside, while I was the only daughter of New York’s wealthiest family. But later, I was kidnapped by human traffickers. Her parents fought desperately with the traffickers to save me. Although they saved my life, they unfortunately died early. Therefore, my parents took Kayla in and raised her as their own daughter. My parents worried she might feel insecure, so their love for her even exceeded their love for me. Over time, this fostered her arrogant and domineering personality. Whenever we entered a new environment, she would always say to everyone with red-rimmed eyes: “Jasmine is so beautiful, my parents would be so happy if they knew. If they hadn’t died saving Jasmine back then, they would be the ones by my side now.” I understood this was her revenge against me, so I gradually gave up on myself and tried to minimize my presence. She liked to snatch away everything that belonged to me, from my parents’ affection in childhood to the senior I liked in college. She said: “Jasmine, don’t be angry. I was just helping you ask for his contact information, who knew he would confess to me instead. This just shows he’s not right for you at all. See, I’m so good to you, I tested his character for you. You should thank me properly. I think that bag your parents bought you is nice, why don’t you give it to me as a thank-you gift.” That bag was a new seasonal item worth a full two million dollars. Looking at her greedy expression, I only felt disgusted. But regardless, her parents had indeed died because of me, and this was a responsibility I could never erase. So in my previous life, I could only live in a daze, waiting for the day of liberation. And when she pushed me off that cliff, I finally felt a long-lost freedom. The debt had been repaid, and from then on, I would live only for myself.
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