"Ugh, that feels amazing..."

Fiona wiped her dry lips, savoring the sensation that left her practically floating.

Wow, she hadn’t expected that such a vivid dream could feel this real!

"You should go. I won’t stop you this time."

Just as she was lost in the blissful haze, a deep, chilly voice sounded out of nowhere.

Startled, Fiona’s eyes flew open instantly!

Turning toward the voice, she spotted a man with white hair and distinctively pointed beast-like ears standing inside the dimly lit cave.

Bathed in soft light, his face was mesmerizingly beautiful, to the point where it blurred the line between masculine and feminine. Yet, it was far from fragile—if anything, there was a dignified, enigmatic charm to his features.

His pale skin shimmered faintly, the sculpted muscles along his torso trailing downward in a perfect mermaid line.

A simple animal hide skirt hung loosely around his hips, covering the enticing sharp triangle beneath.

But it didn’t just cover—it *bulged*, rhythmically rising and falling with every measured breath he took...

What a knockout!

He wasn’t just handsome—he was a walking masterpiece!

Wait. Was this not a dream? Did she get drunk and end up bringing one of the company’s actors back with her?

And now he was kicking her to the curb post-fun? Talk about cold-hearted!

Brushing aside thoughts of rejection, Fiona got to her feet, only for her eyes to catch something unexpected—a tail was swishing behind him.

Soft and seemingly pliable, the furry appendage twitched and curled!

Wait, props these days could be *that* realistic?

Unable to hold back, she reached out and squeezed it. "Ugh!" Miles's pale cheeks instantly flushed red, his voice turning hoarse with the surge of emotions. "What kind of trick are you up to now?"

Grabbing a male beastman's tail felt just like grasping the front—it meant one thing: courting.

But last night, when she was under him, she had been crying, yelling, practically begging for his death. And now she was taking the initiative? No way. It had to be some kind of ulterior motive.

Sure enough, Fiona looked up at him, gaze sharp, her tone nowhere near friendly. "So that's it, huh? Feed me and then kick me out? Wow, you've got guts!"

Fiona Morgan, a big-shot in the production circles, had lines of young hopefuls waiting for a chance to warm her bed. And now she found herself faced with arguably the coldest man out there.

"What more do you want?"

Miles's glowing, icy-blue eyes dimmed with sadness.

"Everything I had—those animal hides, crystals, cores, and salt stones—I've given them all to you. If you're still not satisfied, I’ll try my best to gather more in the future...but I also need to ensure my tribe can survive the winter."

"???" Fiona was totally lost for words.

Suddenly, her mind was struck by a deafening buzz.

[Welcome to the beast world.]

[Memory download starting...]

After receiving the memories, Fiona was completely stunned.

Good news? She’d somehow gotten herself transported into that beast world novel she’d been binge-reading yesterday.Bad news: she had transmigrated into the body of a cannon fodder character.

In the book, Fiona Morgan was the original owner with the same name as hers.

Back then, Fiona chose to form a bond with Miles Blake not just because her dying beast father had entrusted her with the task, but mainly because Miles was the leader of the Tiger Tribe.

He was the strongest Beastman in the entire tribe.

Forming a bond with him meant she’d get better care and protection.

But at the bonding ceremony, the original Fiona became interested in the Gray Wolf Tribe leader who had come to congratulate them. She wanted to have him as her beast husband too.

However, the Gray Wolf leader insisted on being the first mate only.

Afterwards, Fiona started stirring up trouble repeatedly, trying to break her beast mark and dissolve the bond with Miles.

Despite Miles’ efforts to guard against her, she actually succeeded once.

Thankfully, the priest intervened just in time, sacrificing his own life force to repair the beast mark, or Miles would’ve ended up as a Fallen Beast.

When a Beastman is abandoned by a female who tears their beast mark, they turn into a Fallen Beast.

Their strength drops sharply, they sustain grave injuries that can never fully heal.

The beast mark on their chest turns into a festering wound, emitting a permanent stench of decay.

Inside, their hearts feel as if uprooted, floating aimlessly with no anchor, leaving them restless forever.

This often makes them cruel and vicious, capable of plundering, hurting, or even consuming the females themselves.It was said to be a beast abandoned by the Beast God.

Even with the priest’s intervention, Miles Blake still suffered major injuries.

He was on the verge of breaking through to level nine but fell straight back to level seven.

The original Fiona Morgan’s beast father, a warrior of the tiger tribe, sacrificed himself to save Miles Blake. Her beast mother, a peacock tribe priest, held considerable influence.

With all that in mind, neither Miles Blake nor the priest could punish her directly.

Instead, they struck a deal.

Fiona would stay by Miles Blake’s side for three years. If after that, she still insisted on leaving, he wouldn’t stop her. But, the beast mark couldn’t be undone.

Fiona sighed deeply, her emotions a mess.

Why give up someone as incredible as Miles Blake? Why throw away such a good life just to chase after a beast that only saw her as a pawn?

The Grey Wolf Tribe leader only wanted to swallow up the tiger tribe entirely.

Once his goal was achieved, his “pawn” was discarded and sent to the females’ cave.

And from that point until her death… she never stepped out of the cave again.

Thank goodness, thank goodness. The original Fiona Morgan hadn’t gone to the Hyena Tribe yet—things could still be fixed!

Thankfully, Miles Blake—whom she had failed so dramatically—was still alive and well.

Miles Blake saw her sighing and assumed her plans had fallen apart and that she was disappointed. His gaze darkened even more. "The Gray Wolf Tribe is pretty far. If you really want to leave today and not end up dead in the forest by nightfall, you'd better start packing now."

With that, he stood up, ready to walk away.

Fiona froze for a moment before springing up and throwing herself into Miles's arms, clutching his waist tightly.

Her face pressed against his abs, and instinctively, she gave a little nuzzle.

Hmm... Nice feel.

Having the little female he’d been yearning for suddenly cling to him, Miles couldn't suppress the rush of excitement that hit him.

But then reality sank in. She must be doing this to get him to escort her to the Gray Wolf Tribe. That warmth was quickly dampened, like cold water splashing over a flame, leaving him chilled.

There was a tight ache in his chest, mixed with a trace of bitterness.

Feeling the tension radiating off Miles, Fiona snapped back to her senses. Now was definitely not the time to mess around.

She tilted her head, looking up at him with earnest, ready to speak—only for Miles to cut her off.

"You don’t need to try sucking up to me. No male would allow a female to wander off alone unless they didn’t care about her safety!" Miles forced himself to push Fiona away, his tone harsh, his heart fighting against the reluctance.

Her usual disdain for him was obvious. And now, to get to the Gray Wolf Tribe, she’d even lowered herself to this?

Was that Gray Wolf leader really that irresistible to her?

Hearing his words, Fiona felt both heartache and frustration.

He cared about her, sure, but did he have to make it sound so awful?"Tsk, men... or rather, male ego, huh?"

Still, thinking about his beast mark, which had actually been scratched through—that had to sting—I could kinda get it.

An amazing mate, but, wow, what a complete pushover.

Honestly, the original Fiona was terrible. Just the worst.

"Miles, I was wrong before. I won’t let it happen again." Fiona softened her voice as much as she could.

She looked straight into Miles' eyes, speaking sincerely, "From now on, we'll have a good life together. I promise to treat you better."

This stunning mate, with so much going for him, the original Fiona rejected? Well, not her. She’d take him!

Twists and turns, light ahead.

Miles felt like his heart was soaking in honey—warm, sweet, everything nice.

Fiona said she'd stay and work things out with him!

She even promised to try her best to treat him well!

Just then, a beastman appeared at the entrance of the cave, sneering slightly as he said, "Fiona, Leonard Wolfe says to come with him. He's waiting just outside the tribe."

Fiona: "..."

Why was her luck like this?

Miles let out a cold laugh, his gaze dark and unreadable as it pinned her down, "So this is how you plan to have that 'good life' with me, huh?"