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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

The frosty air heralded winter's approach. The beastmen were diligently gathering and preserving food for the challenging season ahead.


Following half a year of isolation, she was at last permitted to venture outside—her rounded abdomen evidence of the werewolf's successful plan.


Yet her appearance was disheartening. Her complexion was ashen, her movements unsure. The extended period of seclusion had clearly affected her deeply.


I was outdoors, collaborating with other females to prepare the game brought in by the hunters, when Amelia noticed me.


She hastened towards me, her expression enigmatic.


"Aria," she barked, "why didn't you visit me even once during this entire period?"


"Amelia, it's not that I didn't wish to see you," I replied, cocking my head. "But the werewolf prohibited anyone from approaching you. What choice did I have?"


Her countenance grew stern, but she couldn't contest my statement.


Chapter 11