After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me

Elena died on the operating table, betrayed by her husband, her unborn child already gone. But death? Just her intermission. She woke up in a whole new world-a beastmen's world, where females are rarer than diamonds and the strongest males go mad without a woman's mark to calm them down. And her? Labelled the weakest female alive. An F-rank body with a joke of a status. But hidden inside? Unlimited mental power. Just as she's figuring out this mess, a system pops up with one hell of an offer: Complete the missions. Bond with assigned males. Save this world. Do all that, and you get a one-way ticket back home. for revenge. Sounds simple? Think again. A Wolf General, colder than a blizzard, who should have ended her-ended up letting her mark him. A Fox Prince, all charming smiles and secret schemes, who started playing games only to lose his own heart. A golden Dragon, sunshine-bright and fiercely possessive, who declares her his destined treasure. A shadowy Serpent, too patient and too dangerous, watching her every move from the dark. A Phoenix King, whose love burns so hot he'd reduce empires to cinders for her. They all need her mark. They all want her. And sharing? Not in their vocabulary. Too bad for them- She's not here for love stories. She's here to survive. To climb. To turn their legendary power into her own stepping stones. And one day. To go back and make her betrayers wish they were never born.

Chapters

Chapter 1

"Elena, honey, we're so sorry we can't be there for your delivery."

"Come on, Mom. It's your thirtieth anniversary honeymoon. Nobody expected the baby to drop in early and crash the party."

Elena lay against the hospital bed, smiling tenderly through FaceTime at her parents, who were thousands of miles away in Italy.

"Yeah, well, a month early isn't 'dropping in,'" Clayton fretted. "What if he isn't strong enough?"

"Dad, relax. Marcus got me all the best doctors. It's gonna be fine," Elena reassured, rubbing her rounded belly.

Daisy chimed in with optimism. "That baby's just in a hurry to see us. He'll be causing trouble soon."

Elena felt the baby stir inside her, a wave of sweet happiness flooding her chest. This was the child she had craved for three years since marriage. It was a healthy, energetic boy according to the ultrasounds.

"Where's Marcus anyway? Tell me he isn't hiding out in the cafeteria when you could go into labor any minute." Clayton grumbled.

"He forgot my hospital bag. He'll be right back, Dad." Elena jumped to defend him.

No denying Clayton's dislike for his son-in-law. He never missed a chance to criticize, always thinking his only precious daughter deserved better than some handsome, scrappy man from poverty.

But Elena had been stubborn. Marcus was her first college love, who'd stayed up nights caring for her through illness. She'd never questioned his devotion.

After Elena married Marcus, Clayton compromised. He handed over major control of the family business to groom his son-in-law, then took his wife away to enjoy their golden years.

Just then, the door banged open. Marcus walked in, looking rushed but empty-handed.

"Clayton, Daisy-hey, so sorry for making you worry." Marcus nodded respectfully at the camera before leaning down to kiss Elena's forehead.

Elena caught a whiff of unfamiliar perfume.

Confused, she frowned. "Did you get the bag?"

Marcus's gaze flitted away. "Yeah, uh-"

Before he could answer, a gut-wrenching pain suddenly tore through Elena's abdomen.

"Elena! Are you alright?" her parents cried out through the phone.

Marcus slammed the call button. "Doctor! She's going into labor, now!"

Minutes later, a woman in a white coat entered. Golden curls. Mask covering her face, but her eyes were striking.

"I'm Dr. Victoria Harrison. Relax, Elena. I'll take a look."

On the phone, Clayton and Daisy were panicked.

"We're booking flights right now!" Clayton yelled, an inexplicable terror gripping him.

"Dad, Jesus...I'll be fine. I have to focus, okay?" Elena gasped through gritted teeth, not wanting to ruin their trip.

Cold sweat beaded her forehead. Her abdomen twisted like a vise, each contraction ripping through her core.

Dr. Victoria spoke gently. "You should hang up now. You need to focus."

"Mom... Dad... I'll call after the baby comes... I love you." Elena's eyes stung with tears as she hung up. How she wished they were here, like when she was sick as a child.

Time stretched on, endless and agonizing. The hospital felt tomb-quiet in the dead of night.

"It hurts so much... Marcus... I'm scared..." Elena grasped Marcus's hand, seeking comfort.

"Don't be afraid. Dr. Victoria will handle everything." He replied calmly.

Victoria examined her, then said. "The baby's position isn't ideal."

"What? What do you mean?" Elena's eyes twitched.

"C-section is safer. We can go in right now."

Elena shook her head, voice shaking. "No... no, I want to try. I can do this, please..."

"Elena, listen to the doctor." Marcus sounded irritated. "Do you want to kill the baby?"

His words hit like a slap to the face.

Elena stared at him, speechless. She had never heard him sound like that. Her heart froze under his icy, accusing stare.

"I. I didn't. I just."

"Into the operating room," Victoria interrupted.

The lights in the OR were harsh. Elena's gaze swept over the room-Victoria was the only one there.

"Is it. really just you?" Elena asked, feeling panic crawling up her spine.

"Night shift. We're short-staffed." Victoria prepared the anesthesia. "Don't worry. I'll make sure you and the baby stay together."

Elena, too weak to fight it, looked desperately to Marcus. She hoped for love and encouragement. Instead, she saw cold detachment and something that looked almost like... impatience?

"Marcus.?"

The drugs entered her system. Everything blurred.

And then she heard words that froze her blood:

"The medication's working faster than expected. She won't last much longer."

"And the baby's dead, right?"

"Been dead. Three months of dosing took care of that."

Dosing? The prenatal vitamins Marcus gave her every night?

Elena's world shattered. She fought to open her eyes, to scream, but could only manage a weak moan.

"No... no... my baby..."

Marcus leaned close, the face she once loved now malicious and cruel.

"Elena, did you really think I could love a stupid woman like you?" He scoffed, his mask finally dropping. "I married you for your family's gold, not your boring personality. My heart belongs to Victoria."

"And now I'm back." Victoria pulled off her mask. Beautiful smile. Evil eyes. "You can die now."

Elena's world caved in. The pain of betrayal ripped through her heart and shredded it.

"The prenatal vitamins. what the hell did you put in them?" she whimpered.

"Something special," Marcus sneered. "Enough to slowly kill your precious child. He had no heartbeat two weeks ago, but you've been talking to a corpse every day. Pathetic."

"No... You're lying! I felt him..."

Victoria snorted. "Those were death spasms. We needed you alive until tonight. Premature birth, surgical complications, tragic accident. Marcus needs to be the grieving widower, everyone will eat it up. Even your snobbish father."

Tears ran hot and silent down Elena's cheeks. She remembered her parents' warnings about Marcus.

Dad.Mom.I'm sorry.

Guilt crushed Elena's chest as she apologized to her parents. They would never know their beloved daughter was murdered.

"Why. would you kill your. own child." she whispered with her last strength.

Marcus rolled his eyes. "A kid screws up the inheritance. With an heir, that old bastard would leave the company to his grandson. My position would be worthless."

Despair stole the air from her lungs.

Three years of loving this man completely.

Every kiss.

Every whispered "I love you."

Every tender moment.

All fucking lies!

"If I get another shot at life. If there's any fucking justice." Elena's voice was just a rasp, but her eyes burned with hatred. "I'll make you... pay..."

Victoria's laugh was icy. "Another shot? You're barely making it through this one."

The surgical lights blazed brighter. Elena felt life slipping away drop by drop. Before consciousness faded completely, she saw her father's worried face, her mother's gentle smile, and the child who would never be born.

"Dad... Mom... I hope I can be your daughter again in the next life..."

Darkness swallowed her whole.

Elena Reed died in what should have been a delivery room filled with joy and new life, carrying infinite hatred.

Beside the operating table, Marcus and Victoria embraced, wearing victorious grins.

The moment Elena's heart stopped, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly spoke in her head-

[Detecting host's maximum resentment level and pure maternal instincts. Binding conditions met...]

What was that voice?

Elena's head throbbed like it had been hit by a sledgehammer. Her consciousness, foggy and scattered, was somehow returning.

[Beast World Prosperity System initializing... 10%... 50%... 100%! Activation successful!]

[Host: Elena Reed, bound to Beast World Prosperity System. Initial benefits granted: unlimited mental power enhancement, beast world language comprehension, basic self-defense abilities unlocked! As a welcome bonus, you're entitled to a one-day beginner tutorial.]

A rush of warm energy filled her body, pushing out the cold and pain. She could feel her strength coming back. But then dizziness hit, and Elena passed out again before she could figure out what was happening.

When she awoke again, the cruel voices were gone. Instead, two deep, male voices were talking-

"Only one female volunteered to comfort the General this time?"

"Yeah. The others were too terrified."

"Scan complete. Send her in."

Continue to next part

Halie woke up to a sharp pain and a terrifying reality. She was in a new body, her face covered in a hideous web of scars, and her spiritual power reduced to a pathetic D-Class. Before she could even process the memories of being framed, her bedroom doors were violently kicked open. Her sister Seraphina sauntered in with a venomous sneer, followed closely by Halie's S-Class fiancé, Jett. "Look at the disgrace of the Avila family. What a waste," Seraphina mocked, throwing a mirror at her bed. "I can't be tied to a cripple. As an S-Class, I have to break our engagement," Jett added, his gaze full of disgust. The nightmare didn't stop there. Her father called, screaming about how she had shamed the family name. He officially stripped her of her inheritance, froze all her accounts, and exiled her to the decaying Southern District to rot. To make matters worse, a cold, mechanical voice suddenly echoed in her skull, warning her of an impending genetic collapse. Without an immediate energy infusion, she would face total organ failure in thirty days. A ruined face, a treacherous family, a world that wanted her dead, and a literal death clock ticking in her brain. The original owner had died in absolute despair, a tragic victim of sheer cruelty. But if they thought she would just sit there and die, they were severely mistaken. Armed with a mysterious system and her brilliant scientist mind from her past life, Halie packed her bags. She chose the craziest survival quest: head to the slums, find the exiled, sterile S-Class "madman" Coleman, and cure him to harvest his life energy. It was time to start her counterattack.

Adventure Horror LitRPG Modern Sci-Fi

9.2

His Unwanted Wife Is Another Man's Treasure

9.2

The exact moment Marcus Thorne, the most violent Capo on the East Coast, chose to leave our anniversary dinner to answer his mistress's call, I didn't cry. "Business," he rumbled, ignoring the untouched meal I had cooked. "Don't cause a scene, Ellie," he commanded before walking out the door. I later found out his "business" was a polo match with Izzy. She posted a photo of them laughing, her hand on his chest, wearing the shirt I bought him. When I tried to leave, he humiliated me publicly. He kissed her on stage at a gala, just to prove he could. He told his men I was merely acting out. "Ellie is the furniture," he laughed. "You don't throw away antique furniture just because you bought a new TV." But the final blow came when a bomb detonated at a family gathering. Marcus didn't look for me. He dove to cover Izzy with his body. He actually stepped over my bleeding leg to carry her to safety, leaving me in the dust and debris. He thought I was trapped. He thought I was dependent on his money and his name. He thought I would be waiting at home when he was done playing hero. He was wrong. I signed the divorce papers, destroyed my wedding ring, and boarded a one-way flight to Italy. Three months later, when he finally tracked me down in Tuscany, he fell to his knees in the street, begging me to come back. But I just held the hand of the man standing next to me—a man who treated me like a partner, not a prop. "You are trespassing," I said coldly. "Go home, Marcus."

Adventure Modern Romance

7.5

His wife was never meant to survive

7.5

Arthur Lucas is a billionaire who survives by control, not love. When a scandal threatens to destroy his empire, he needs a wife fast. Someone clean, respectable, and silent. Kiah Taylor needs money to save her brother from prison. Their contract marriage is supposed to be simple. But the scandal isn't about Arthur. It's about Kiah. The moment she becomes his wife, enemies close in. Secrets surface. Lives are threatened. Love becomes dangerous. And survival is no longer guaranteed.

Adventure Modern Romance

7.4

Lemonade Dreams

7.4

"When life handed me lemons, I learned to survive bitterness. Now I'm learning to build groves." Tiara Gold's world shatters at age eight when her parents die in a tragic accident. What follows is a calculated theft-her father's relatives strip her of inheritance, education, and dignity, forcing her into menial labor in the very home that was supposed to be her safe haven. Beaten down but unbroken, Tiara flees to the streets of Ibadan, where survival becomes her education and resilience her means of living. Through the mentorship of Aunty Bisi-a fierce market woman with her own scars-and friendships forged in hardship, Tiara rebuilds herself word by word, meal by meal, dream by dream. When she earns a scholarship to a University in Lagos, she meets Deba, a gentle medical student whose love challenges everything she's learned about trust and vulnerability. As her success grows, so does the threat from her past. Tiara must face her relatives in court, reclaim her stolen legacy, and decide whether opening her heart to love is worth the risk of being shattered again. This is a story about the alchemy of pain-how bitterness, when refused dominion, becomes the foundation for extraordinary sweetness.

Adventure Romance Young Adult

7.2

Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

7.2

I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.

Adventure LGBT+LitRPG Sci-Fi Werewolf

9.1

Reborn To Escape The Cruel Mate

9.1

I'm Brooke, a she-wolf who loved Julian fiercely until his accident tore us apart. Trapped in a cruel pack alliance, I endured betrayal and violence, faking my death to escape. Reborn as Lydia in Orinvale Town, I built a new life as a lifeguard and restaurateur, clinging to Julian's memory. Six years later, fate reunited us, but he's a stranger with no past. As we rediscover our bond, I confront old wounds and buried truths, finding strength to reclaim my heart.

Adventure Fantasy Romance

After Rebirth, The Strongest Beasts Are Obsessed With Me

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