The Beastmen’s Fated Mate

I was the spoiled fiance of two supreme beast-men.

Dustin, the grey wolf, fed me every day, and Nolan, the snow leopard, bathed me.

Until the betrothal ceremony dinner, when they walked up to me with a new female from their pack.

Dustin, who used to be so gentle and attentive, now looked at me with impatience.

Nolan coldly shook my hand away.

"We've decided to let Anya join the betrothal selection. You're too delicate; you're simply not suitable to be the mate of a supreme beast-man."

As I stood there, dumbfounded, a stream of golden text suddenly appeared before my eyes:

[The overgrown baby is finally abandoned, rejoice!]

[Does anyone else think this behavior is really bad? Why is the female lead stealing someone else's mates, even using powerful pheromones]

[Oh my god, sis, don't empathize with an NPC, okay?! The useless original fiance isn't as important as our beloved female lead's grand mission!]

[Exactly! Once the female lead fully binds these two supreme beast-men, forget the original fianceanyone who stands in her way will die!]

All eyes in the room instantly fell on me.

The Elder, seated at the head table, sighed and tapped his staff.

"You are the primary partner. Whether you agree to the contract is your decision."

...

"Is that Anya? I heard she came alone from the wilderness."

"Indeed, surviving the wilderness alone means she's incredibly capable."

"Look how efficiently she works; she's even stronger than our own female beast-men."

"Now look at Samantha"

Someone spoke in a low voice, but just loud enough for me to hear.

The golden text continued to float by.

[Hahaha, the famous scene is finally here!]

[What nerve does that useless original fiance have to stand there, she can't even stand by herself]

[Once Anya takes over, this pack will be saved]

The golden words floated around, invisible to others, visible only to me.

Since the day Anya moved in, these comments hadn't stopped.

At first, I wondered what they were, but then I realized some things they said were true, some were guesses, and some were pure nonsense.

But they seemed to really like Anya.

I was about to speak when Anya suddenly stepped forward.

"Elder, may I say something?"

The Elder glanced at me, and seeing I had no intention of stopping her, nodded.

Anya's eyes were sincere and frank.

"Samantha, I know today is your big day, and I shouldn't interrupt, but"

She paused, then turned to Dustin and Nolan.

"If they truly don't want to be chosen by you, forcing them together won't bring happiness."

"I don't want to see them in a difficult position, nor do I want to see you unhappy later."

"How about this? After Samantha makes her choice, the one who's left, if he's willing to be with me, we can try."

The entire room erupted in murmurs.

[Wow, what vision! So generous, this is a true female lead!]

[Compared to that useless original fiance, I'm practically crying]

Dustin and Nolan simultaneously looked at Anya, their eyes filled with emotion.

Then they looked at me, their gaze conveying only one message: Please don't choose me.

Please don't choose me...

I slowly raised my head.

Due to my delicate health, my movements were always slow.

Dustin frowned: "Hurry up, don't drag it out."

I looked at him and smiled.

"Rules are rigid, but people are adaptable. What if I want both?"

Dustin's eyes instantly widened: "What did you say?"

Nolan's face darkened: "Samantha, don't be ridiculous."

Anya froze, her expression momentarily losing control.

[She can do that???]

[The original fiance must have lost her mind! They don't love her, why would she want both?]

[Wait, she's not thinking of]

The Elder also froze: "Samantha, that's not according to the rules"

"Who made the rules?" I asked.

"Our ancestors passed them down"

"The rules passed down by our ancestors allow the female to choose her preferred mate, but they never said a female couldn't choose two."

I paused, then looked at Dustin and Nolan.

"From childhood, they've always been together. Why should I separate them?"

Dustin's face turned red with anger: "Samantha! What do you take us for?"

"My fiancs. That's what you are."

Nolan spoke coldly: "We're not willing."

I nodded: "I know, but the betrothal ceremony is for me to choose you, not for you to choose me."

Anya spoke, her voice tightening.

"Samantha, this isn't very nice... A forced melon isn't sweet."

I looked at her and smiled.

"Whether it's sweet or not is my business. Didn't you say you wanted the one who was left over?"

"Now that I want both, there's nothing left for you."

Anya's face instantly stiffened, forcing out a strained smile:

"Sister, you're joking, I didn't mean that"

I turned to the Elder.

"Elder, I just have one question. According to the rules, do I have the right to claim both?"

The Elder was silent for a long time.

The surrounding crowd began to whisper.

Finally, the Elder sighed.

"Theoretically... it's not forbidden, but no female has ever done so before."

"Then I'll be the first."

The Elder looked at me with a complex expression, then slowly nodded.

"If you insist, yes, but Samantha, you must think carefully."

"Contracting both means they must obey you. Can you bear the consequences of two contracts?"

"Do they obey me now?" I countered.

The Elder remained silent.

"A contract is a contract, and feelings are feelings."

I said in a low voice.

"I want the contract because it's what I'm owed. As for feelings... if they're capable, they won't give them."

Dustin and Nolan looked at me, their eyes showing confusion

What did I mean, "what I'm owed"?

The golden text was silent for a few seconds, then someone wrote:

[Anya is dumbfounded, what about her mission?]

Anya stood in the crowd, her expression barely held together.

"The contract ceremony is in three days. Be sure to be on time."

Then I looked at Anya and smiled: "Sorry, I didn't leave any for you."

Anya forced a smile: "Sister is joking, I never intended"

I didn't wait for her to finish, turning and walking away.

The golden text continued to pop up frantically:

[What about Anya? Can the system mission still be completed?]

[I suddenly feel this original fiance isn't simple]

[Could she be doing this on purpose? Deliberately disrupting the rhythm?]

[How could she? She just got lucky]

[Lucky? You call contracting both lucky? It's clearly a calculated move]

[What are you arguing about? Just watch what happens next!]

I walked slowly, but a faint smile played on my lips.

The golden text was right; I was doing it on purpose.

...

The first morning after the banquet.

Anya sat on the edge of her bed. Her tent wasn't large, but it was meticulously tidy.

She had come alone from the wilderness to this pack, and the only place she could settle was in this area.

Suddenly, the tent flap was pushed open.

Dustin and Nolan walked in together.

Anya looked up, a surprised expression on her face: "Why are you here?"

Dustin looked at her, opening his mouth, seemingly unsure how to begin.

Nolan was more direct: "We came to tell you something."

"What is it?"

"In three days, we will be contracted to Samantha."

Anya's smile froze for a moment but quickly returned.

She lowered her head, softly saying, "I know it's the rules."

Dustin became agitated: "Anya, we just want you to know that even if we're contracted, our hearts are with you."

Anya looked up at him, her eyes slightly red.

Nolan nodded, his voice deep.

"The contract is forced, but feelings are free."

Anya's tears welled up, but she forced a brave smile.

"Don't say that Samantha is your contracted mate."

Dustin clenched his fist: "But we don't want her!"

Anya shook her head, her voice soft: "You can't force feelings, but the contract is the rule."

"You must keep your promise."

She paused.

"I'll always be here."

Dustin reached out to pull her closer, then withdrew his hand.

Nolan looked at Anya, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.

Anya forced another smile.

"You two should go back. Don't let people gossip. As for the contract let nature take its course."

After they left, Anya's expression slowly turned cold.

She looked at the tent flap, biting her lip gently.

Later that afternoon, I was dozing against the headboard when the tent flap was suddenly pushed open.

Dustin strode in, followed by Nolan.

Both of them looked quite grim.

I slowly sat upright: "Rare visitors."

Dustin ignored my sarcastic tone and went straight to the point:

"Samantha, we want to talk to you."

"About what?"

Nolan chimed in: "You can choose one of us, or neither, and we promise to treat you well afterward."

I looked at them and smiled: "Treat me well? How, exactly?"

Dustin frowned: "We'll take care of you, like before, but a contract is unnecessary. We're not suitable."

"Like before?" I slowly repeated.

"Like before, you'd find me bothersome, shake off my hand? Like before, you'd flirt with other women right in front of me?"

Dustin choked on his words.

Nolan's face grew colder.

"It's a fact that we don't love you. Forcing us together won't benefit anyone."

"Don't love me?" I tilted my head, looking at him.

"Nolan, hand on heart, you didn't say that fifteen years ago."

Nolan froze: "Fifteen years ago?"

"Nothing." I averted my gaze.

"The contract is what I'm owed. If you want to cancel it, you can."

Their eyes lit up.

I continued: "After you've repaid what you owe me, then we can talk."

Dustin's brows furrowed: "What exactly do we owe you?"

I looked at them and smiled: "Figure it out yourselves."

Dustin was about to say more, but Nolan stopped him, giving me a deep look.

"Let's go."

The two turned and left.

I watched the swaying tent flap, then slowly lay back down on the bed.

Outside the tent, Dustin and Nolan walked side-by-side along the path.

Neither spoke.

After a few steps, Dustin suddenly stopped, looking down at his wrist.

There was an old, faint scar there.

He had never known where it came from; he'd had it since childhood, and his parents said they didn't remember.

"Nolan, do you remember how you got that tooth mark on your neck?"

Nolan touched the side of his neck.

There was a small, very faint tooth mark there.

"No, I don't."

They exchanged a glance, neither speaking.

Unanimously, they walked back towards Anya's tent.

Anya was cooking something. Seeing them enter, she paused: "What's wrong?"

Dustin opened his mouth: "We just went to see Samantha."

Anya's hands paused in their motion.

"She agreed to cancel?"

"No." Nolan shook his head.

"She said she'd talk after we'd repaid what we owe her."

Anya frowned: "What do you owe her?"

"I don't know, she mentioned fifteen years ago"

Dustin ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

Anya's heart leaped.

Fifteen years ago?

She quickly scanned the system panel, visible only to her.

It only showed affinity and mission progress, no information about the "past."

She quickly adjusted her expression, saying gently:

"She probably just made it up to fool you."

Dustin nodded: "I thought so too."

Nolan, however, remained silent, thoughtfully touching his neck.

Anya noticed, a prickle of unease rising within her.

"No matter what she says, I believe in you both."

"As for the contract don't be too hard on yourselves. I'll always be here waiting for you."

Dustin was moved: "Anya"

Anya shook her head and smiled: "I'm fine. You two should go back."

After they left, Anya stared at the system panel, gritting her teeth.

Three days passed in a flash.

The area around the altar in the heart of the pack was packed with people.

I stood by the altar, dressed in a plain white ceremonial robe.

Dustin and Nolan stood on the other side of the altar, both in black beast-patterned ceremonial attire.

Both their faces were expressionless.

The Elder walked onto the altar, leaning on his staff, and the entire crowd fell silent.

"Today, Samantha will perform the contract ceremony with Dustin and Nolan."

"According to the rules, once the contract is complete, neither party may renege. Samantha, are you sure?"

I nodded: "I am."

The Elder looked at Dustin and Nolan: "As the chosen ones, do you have any objections?"

Dustin's lips moved, but in the end, he said nothing.

Nolan glanced at me, his eyes complex, but he also remained silent.

Just as the Elder was about to continue reciting the contract vows, a voice suddenly rang out from the crowd:

"Wait!"

Everyone turned.

Anya stepped out.

"Elder, I have something to say."

The Elder frowned: "Anya? What is it?"

Anya took a deep breath, her voice amplified so the whole crowd could hear.

"I cannot stand by and watch the pack be deceived. Samantha she might be a descendant of the demon tribe."

The entire crowd gasped.

Dustin's head snapped up: "What did you say?"

Nolan's face changed, and he stared intently at Anya.

I stood my ground, unmoving.

The golden text before my eyes continued to pop up.

[Here it comes, here it comes! Anya made her move!]

[She was so fast when she slipped the chip into the detection stone]

[That chip must be from the system, right? It can simulate demonic energy]

[Perfect crime, the original fiance is dead meat]

[Anya is awesome!]

The corners of my mouth curved slightly.

Thank you, guys, for more intel.

Anya pulled out a palm-sized stone from her embrace, holding it high for everyone to see.

"This is the pack's detection stone. If she's a demon, the stone will turn black."

An old man nodded: "It is indeed a detection stone, passed down by our ancestors."

The Elder took the stone, examined it carefully, then looked at me hesitantly.

"Samantha, will you consent to the test?"

All eyes in the room fell on me.

Dustin and Nolan stared intently.

If I was a demon, the contract would automatically be voided, and they would be free.

Anya stood at the front of the crowd, her face filled with worry.

I looked at Anya and slowly smiled.

"Test, of course."

The Elder handed me the stone.

I took it, holding it in my palm, feeling the warmth emanating from it.

After just three seconds, the stone began to turn black.

Starting with a small patch, it quickly spread, until the entire stone became ink-black.

At the same time, wisps of black energy emanated from my hand, where I held the stone, swirling around my wrist.

The crowd gasped in unison: "It really is a demon!"

Some recoiled, some screamed, some shouted, "Seize her!"

Dustin's eyes were wide, staring at me in disbelief.

Nolan's hand was already on the hilt of his blade at his waist.

Anya stood at the front of the crowd, her expression shifting from worry to heartbroken dismay.

"Samantha, you you actually are"

I stood on the altar, black energy swirling around me.

But I wasn't panicked; I was even smiling.

The Elder's face was solemn, about to speak, when I suddenly raised the stone in my hand and violently smashed it onto the ground

With a crack, the stone shattered, fragments scattering everywhere.

A glowing chip rolled out from the debris, flashing with a faint light on the ground.

Elder Harris quickly stepped forward, bent down to pick up the chip, and examined it closely.

His face grew strange.

"This is" He looked up at Anya.

"An induction chip. A crystal that can simulate demonic energy. If you insert it into a detection stone, the stone will turn black and emit black energy."

Instantly, everyone's gaze shifted from me to Anya.

Anya's face instantly went pale.

I bent down, picked up a fragment of the detection stone from the ground, and weighed it in my hand.

Then I looked at Anya and smiled.