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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 following morning, I opened my eyes to find daylight flooding the room.


"Aria, you're up. How are you feeling?" Ezra's resonant voice came from beside me as he approached, carrying a dish of steaming oatmeal.


My muscles ached so much I couldn't even summon the energy to rise. Eventually, I had to recline against the bed's headboard and allow Ezra to spoon-feed me.


His amber gaze never left my face, brimming with affection that only intensified my blushing.


Once we finished eating, he transported me to the thermal pool within his dwelling for a relaxing soak.


"Aria, I have to inspect the hillsides later today," he mentioned gently while helping me into the soothing waters. "Please remain here and recuperate. I'll return shortly."


I gave a feeble nod, too exhausted to protest despite my desire to accompany him. Today, my strength simply wasn't there.


After Ezra's departure, I reclined in bed, pondering my previous existence.


Chapter 7