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My best friend Amelia and I came to the primitive orc tribe together.
Women are scarce here, and polyandry is practiced.
Even though we are newcomers, we are allowed to choose the best partner.
Amelia chose the sexually powerful snakeman, and I chose the most loyal werewolf.
When the snakeman hibernated, Amelia couldn't stand the loneliness and chose several new partners, but was discovered by the snakeman.
He imprisoned Amelia in a cold cave like crazy and forced her to lay eggs in a nest.
In contrast, my werewolf was very gentle to me.
On the day when the werewolf became the leader of the tribe, the jealous Amelia pushed me off the cliff.
When I opened my eyes again, we returned to the moment of choosing a spouse.
This time, Amelia rushed over to claim the werewolf before me.
"Arya," she said triumphantly, "this time I will be the leader's wife."
I grinned and pointed to the tall, muscular white tiger shaman next to me.
"I choose him."
I don't want to be a useless spouse of a tribal leader.
Since women are qualified to rule this tribe, I will become the queen of the tribe with the help of the white tiger.
What's more, a white tiger in estrus is no worse than a snake man.

Claws of Second Chances, From Prey to Beast Queen

With the tribe now full of strong fighters, Ezra announced a daring plan: it was time to create a settlement.


Under his guidance, building began in full force. Barriers were erected, streets were laid, and protections were strengthened. As the cold season approached, Ezra led a group of warriors on a long journey to a faraway town, almost a thousand miles distant, for trade.


They exchanged dried produce, preserved food, and even some of the tribe's revered healing ointment, coming back with a vast amount of goods—more than sufficient to help the tribe endure even the toughest winter.


That cold season, the White Tiger Tribe welcomed nearly five hundred newborns. Only three, particularly weak ones, didn't survive. This high survival rate was unprecedented, and the beastmen saw it as a blessing.


When spring came, the beastmen who had pledged loyalty to the tribe were convinced of one thing: this had been the most joyful and abundant winter they had ever known.


Chapter 15