In the Beast World, Three Alphas
Fought to Spoil Me Rotten
I’m a vet, not some fantasy novel heroine! Yet,
here I am, apparently the ‘owner‘ of three
beastmen slaves.
One was tied up with a necktie, my bare foot
pressed against his ripped chest. Seriously,
what the actual fuck? The other two were
unconscious, probably from abuse, lying nearby.
Panic shot through me like a jolt of electricity.
These weren’t just any beastmen. They were
the future villains of this story! They were
gonna make my life a living hell. According to
the storyline, they’d get their revenge on the
original owner for all the pain she inflicted on
them. Torture, imprisonment, and then they’d
finally kill her.
The tied–up beastman struggled and his eyes
flickered open, disgust etched on his face. He
spat at me to get the hell away from him.
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But, damn, things changed fast. Later, those same beastmen begged me to keep them in my
life. They were eager to wear collars and
kneeling at my bedside.
“Mistress, please, stay with us tonight?”
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“Get the fuck off me!”
I jolted awake, adrenaline pumping through my
veins.
A dark–skinned hottie was struggling against
his restraints, sweat glistening on his chiseled
body. He had this intense stare, deep–set eyes
framed by a pair of black wolf ears twitching on
top of his head.
And I? I was standing on his chest, barefoot, a
friggin‘ dagger clutched in my hand, practically
poking his eyeball.
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What in the ever–loving hell was going on?
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Before I could even process it, the guy snapped
the necktie and transformed into a massive
black wolf. One of his eyes was bleeding, but
he still snarled, hackles raised, ready to tear me
apart.
I dropped the dagger like it was a hot potato
and scanned the room.
The air was thick with the metallic tang of
blood. Two other beastmen, a snake and a
cockatiel, were sprawled nearby, out cold,
looking like they were nearly dead.
Shit. This was real. I’d transmigrated.
This was some beastman harem romance novel.
I was supposed to be a vet in real life, but the
book made me the villain, the jealous, cruel
sister of the main character. I was jealous of
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my sister’s perfect love story and her hot
beastman companions. I became the ultimate
foil to her romance and got my comeuppance
every time.
So, I took my anger out on my own beastman
slaves.
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I’d gouged out the wolf’s eye, ripped scales off
the snake, and burned the cockatiel’s wings.
The slaves finally escaped, plotting revenge for
years.
And in the end, they’d drag the original owner
to an abandoned warehouse, let a bunch of
thugs have their way with her for three days
straight, then toss her into the ocean to drown.
They even said that before she died, she was
holding on to a moldy piece of bread.
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My vet instincts kicked in.
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I took a step forward to check on the wolf’s
eye.
He recoiled.
“What are you doing?”
He swiped at me with his claws, but I grabbed
his paw, pinning it down.
I wiped the blood from his eye. “Just want to
‘take a look. Relax.”
I tilted his chin up.
He kept fighting me, twisting his head.
Finally, I snapped. “Hold still, or do you want to
lose the other one too?”
He went still his breath coming in ragged
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He went still, his breath coming in ragged
gasps.
I could see the fear in his eyes.
Ignoring his fear, I examined his eye. I peered
closer, and I saw the raw bone.
Shit.
He needed surgery, and fast.
I grabbed my phone, fumbling to dial
emergency services.
“Hi, I have an injured beastman here. Can you
send an ambulance?”
The operator laughed in my ear. “Lady, are you
serious? Who treats beastmen?”
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I rubbed my temples, remembering where I was.
In this world, beastmen were low–class citizens,
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slaves.
Humans had all the power.
Most people would just buy another slave instead of wasting money on treatment.
The wolf had been watching my every move.
When the call disconnected, he snorted, a
sound of bitter amusement.
I ignored him, turning to the other two. A snake
and a bird. I knelt down to assess the damage.
The snake, a pale Brook’s king snake, had
nearly half his belly scales ripped off, blood
staining his pristine body.
The cockatiel’s feathers were torn, singed, the stench of burnt flesh filling the air.
My stomach churned.
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This was beyond fucked up.
The wolf growled, his voice sharp.
“What do you want to do with them?”
I shot him a look, then rummaged for the first- aid kit, dousing the snake and bird’s wounds
with antiseptic, bandaging them gently.
The wolf watched me the whole time.
When he realized I was treating them, he
‘paused, and slowly settled to the floor.
Finally, I grabbed a cotton swab and went to
him.
“Your turn.”
In the novel, the wolf’s eye never got treated.
He developed a fever, went blind in that eye,
and ended up wearing an eye patch all the time,
looking even more ruthless.
And in the end, before throwing the original
owner into the sea, he’d gouged her eyes out
too.
The wolf tensed, suspicion written all over his
face.
“Jiang Mian, what’s your game?”
I didn’t answer. “If you want to keep your eye,
you’ll do what I say.”
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The wolf lay on the couch, his paws twitching nervously.
I pressed them down. “Relax.”
I met his amber eyes.
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Before I landed in this story, I was an exotics
vet.
I mostly treated animals like rabbits, turtles, and
snakes.
This was my first wolf.
Whatever, dogs are the same anyway.
The wolf’s cornea was pierced, leaking fluid. I
needed to clean and suture it.
The environment was rough.
I sterilized my tools in boiling water and got to
work.
The wolf whimpered.
