Reborn As The Beastmen's Wicked Wife

n endless dark abyss. Isolde gasped, her lungs burning as she choked on the icy air. She

ried to lift a hand to touch the source of the agony at the back of her head, but her limbs w

. Life signs at 5%. B

t made her eardrums throb. Nexus. The system. Before she could even process what

ture-a powerful beast form and a human form-granting them extraordinary strength and combat ability to hun

he chaotic, raging sea of a male beastman's mind after batt

floor, their backs torn to ribbons. Her stomach heaved, a violent spasm of nausea rolling through her

husbands, bound by a sacred contract

nto this ruin like garbage, leaving her to rot in the Northern Wasteland. The humiliation and despair of that moment s

yes, obscuring the dim light try

Near-death. Immedia

slipped into something warm and sticky. Blood. Half-dried blood glued her palm to th

heart lurched against her ribs. She held her breath, forcing her

d right outside the

ragmented memory of a man being struck. She sifted through the chaotic, swirling mess in her mind, grabbing onto the face that

her eyes shut tighter, cold sweat mixing with the blood trickling

wind. Cameron Keller. "If we kill her now, the Imperial Court

e original Isolde. He had pushed her, and she had hit her head on this very stone f

er of dust and snow fell from the rotting frame, landing on Isolde's face. She fough

ed, his tone devoid of any emotion, "then it's an accident

sank to the pit

thal crisis within 3 minutes. Fai

them. She was at 5% health, facing two high-level beastmen. He

flakes that bit into Isolde's exposed skin. The sudden drop in temperature made h

oorframe. "She's... she's still alive?

ate footsteps approached her. Thud. Thud. Thud. Each step felt like a hamme

irst move. She let out a weak, broken moan, a sound that

down. His eyes held no pity, o

r pupils dilate as if she couldn't focus. She looked up at him, her ex

k, her shoulders trembling as she tried to press herself fur

grabbed a fistful of Isolde's collar, hauling her half off the groun

e didn't fight back. She didn't summon the contract power to punish him. She just stare

r lashes-not from anger, but from pure, unadulterated fear. She looked fro

allowed hard, the words scra

, froze in mid-air. Cameron's eyes, which had been as unreadable as