Reborn as the Psycho Villainess Who Ate Her Slave Beastsâ Contracts
At twentyânine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industryâNetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable.
Her therapist called her alexithymic.
Unable to understand or describe her own emotions.
The elevator chimed. Elara didnât look up. Only one person had afterâhours access.
âYouâre late,â she said. âThe investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review theââ
âIâm not here about the meeting.â
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âUgh.â
Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal.
Then Elara woke up.
Not in her office. Not in a hospital.
In a different world. In a different body.
She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this soâcalled great kingdomâonly to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyoneâs eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other peopleâs spies.
How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and sheâs known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place⊠or will she decide to win instead?
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âYour Highness, please⊠ughâŠâ
The leash of light around Mahirâs neckâthe head of the knightsâtightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain.
âPrincess, here.â Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elaraâs lips.
âSwallow it,â he said quietly. âYou used too much power today.â
On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elaraâs wrists.
âPleaseâŠâ Kenâs voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. âPut your foot here.â He touched his gloved hand to his chest. âOn me.â
Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared.
Their eyesâgold, amber, and deep brownâlooked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.