Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

shallow, burning struggle against a weight that crushed her chest. Her hand shot out instinctively,

ed nothin

ody betrayed her. It was heavy. Impossibly heavy. Layers of thick, suffocating fat anchored her to the mattress like

It wasn't a headache. It felt like someone had jammed a live wire directly into her cer

n held a whip studded with rusty barbs. At her feet cowered a boy with golden hair, his back a mess of t

and with them came a dawn

gle, ironclad law: females were the absolute rulers. In this realm, women were born with a rare spiritual power that could soothe the violent rampages

law. Males, no matter how powerful their beast forms, lived to serve, protect, and compete for a female's favor. The woman whos

. He was one of her bound mates, and sh

gagged, the taste of bile rising in her throat. That wasn't her. She had

reboot c

irectly inside her brain. It was a sound she hadn't he

thought, her

no online. Synchronization w

internally, forcing herself

: Severe. Cardiac output failing. Toxin accumulatio

this time it carried something unusual-a flicker of genuin

rchal societal structure. The apocalypse database is insufficient. Processing...

, learning, evolving in real-time as it

ced military AI had its limits. Now it was rewriting its own

rrival incentive, the Kismet Protocol has authorized a Novi

ou're still looking out for me. She had always treated Arno as a tool, a weapon. But in moments l

nt, barely a whisper against the rotting wood, but Ina's enhanced hearing caught it

boy from

assessment. She was in a broken body, trapped in a world she didn't u

d to lie in it. The woman's memories showed her the truth: a f

er of her status. Her mates were not just victims to be rescued; they were her lifeline. Their beast-man strength, th

he would be utterly alone in a world that devoured the weak. Saving him wasn't just morality. It

effort. She pushed. Her knees protested, the joints popping with a sickening crack, but she forced

took a step toward the door. Her bare foot came down on something wet and sticky. She looked down. A

hinges. She grabbed the handle and pulled. It shrieked in prot

the far end. The air smelled of mold and old blood. Huddled in th

dog ears, matted with dirt and blood, were pressed flat against his skull. His arms were wra

ge

stolen memories. Angel Bald

tremor running through him that rattled his bones. He didn't look up.

Her footstep was heavy, a

d of pure despair, of a creature that knew

her vision. A red progress b

ical. Mate Bond Status: Intact but severely damaged. Warning: Subject highly unstable. Surv

, on the crisscross of scars and fresh wounds that

otest as she bent down. The cold floor bit int

e wide, the blue irises bloodshot and swimming in terror. He l

wanted to check his puls

rambled backward, his spine hitting the concrete wall with a sickening thud. The imp

e gasped, his voic

memories of the original owner slammed into her again-the wh

e and the guilt. She couldn't comfort him wi

ought. "Medica

degree acid burns. Infection risk: 98%. Estimated time t

die in this hallwa

o see that fear directed at her. She turned away, her heavy foots

e tension in the air shifted from terror to confu

t, the wood groaning before it gave way with a crash. Dust billowed out, chok

and rat droppings covered the floor. She ransacked t

nd flipped it open. Inside lay a few gauze pads, a roll of bandage, and a vial of

muttered, slamm

ettling warmth. "Acknowledged by the governing system of this realm as an arrival concession. It

h a faint blue light, the liquid inside swirling

a wreck, poisoned and decaying. This serum was the only chance

y arm covered in track marks and bruises.

unged

t her bloodstream and ignited. It felt like millions of microscopic drills boring i

s worse. She clamped a hand over her mouth, biting down on her own flesh to muffle

ite, then black. She collapsed onto the dirty floor of the storage ro

sh, the muffled groan, the heavy thud of a body hitting the flo

e was playing. He only knew