Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

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Zayne frowned, quickly stepping forward and grabbing Nyx's wrists to pull her down from the tree. “I'll pick them for you. You stay here and wait."

He could tell at a glance that Nyx had never climbed a tree before-her movements were awkward. Of course, she had just transformed into human form for the first time. She couldn't have known how to climb a tree.

Though the trees weren't particularly tall, and climbing wasn't difficult, this was a little rabbit who didn't even know how to put on clothes, If she fell, the consequences would be dire,

Even as a renowned shaman across the tribes, Zayne couldn't guarantee he could heal serious injuries from a fall. At best, he could save her life, but she might still end up disabled.

Touching the rough bark, he felt even more relieved he had stopped her. This little rabbit was so delicate-he didn't dare touch her too hard, afraid he might hurt her. If her soft skin rubbed against the rough bark, she'd likely end up with scratches.

Life in the tribe forced everyone to learn how to gather food from a young age. Climbing trees to pick fruit was a basic skill, but even experienced climbers could get minor injuries.

Zayne had treated almost everyone in the tribe at some point and knew this well. But when it came to Nyx, he couldn't help being biased.

Nyx crouched under the tree, looking up at Zayne as he climbed with agility and ease. She pointed. “Zayne, over there- there are more ripe berries."

"Got it," Zayne replied reluctantly.noveldrama

On the tree, it was eerily quiet. The females and children perched on the branches exchanged shocked glances, their eyes nearly popping out of their heads.

One child snapped out of it first and handed Zayne a large leaf. “Shaman, here, use this to hold the berries." Zayne took it and thanked him quietly. The leaf was folded into a makeshift container. It could hold a lot, but it required. one hand to carry, making it awkward to climb down. He could only gather a few berries.

"Is this enough?" Zayne climbed down and handed the leaf to Nyx. If not, he could go back up.

“It's enough,” Nyx said. She was just craving a snack and couldn't eat much. She leaned in and kissed Zayne on the cheek. "Thank you, Zayne."

Zayne nearly jumped out of his skin. It wasn't that he was being overly sensitive-this little rabbit was just too much. A few berries, and she was kissing him. If another male gave her food, they could easily lure her away. She bad no shame at all.

Zayne was once again infuriated by his own imagination and turned to leave,

"Wait for me." Nyx looked up and saw him walking away. She quickly grabbed the berries and hurried after him.

Zayne ignored her. But hearing her panting, he subtly slowed his pace.

The tree rustled as the branches shook. The females and children watching nearly fell off the tree, clutching the trunk tightly.

As they watched the two leave, they lost interest in picking berries and climbed down one by one, eager to share the shocking news they had just witnessed.

"The shaman climbed a tree to pick blackberries for a female."

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This juicy piece of gossip instantly drew a crowd, and everyone put aside their tasks to discuss it

"Who?"

"Which female?"

"Was it Lila? Or Gina?"

As the tribe's shaman, Zayne was highly respected for his healing skills and was also strikingly handhome. It was safe to say that nearly every young female in the tribe admired him to some degree,

Among his many admirers, Gina was the most beautiful, while Lila, the chief's daughter, was also a strong, contender

Everyone assumed Zayne would choose one of them as his mate-or perhaps both. But over the years, despite their efforts, Zayne had never shown any interest or affection toward them.

People wondered, 'Why all of a sudden? Who did he choose?"

Facing the curious stares, the gossipers shook their heads.

"No, it's neither of them."

"The female's name is Nyx. She's new to our tribe-we've never seen her before.

Nyx was indeed an unfamiliar name. The answer surprised everyone and only fueled their curiosity. It wat Lila or Gira, but a newcomer.

"Really?"

"What does she look like?"

"She has good hair, good eyes, nice skin, and big, beautiful eyes.”

Struggling to find the right words, they scratched their heads, unable to fully describe what they had seen.

The listeners grew impatient. From these vague descriptions, they couldn't picture what this female looked like.

"How pretty is she? Prettier than Gina?"

They all nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

The crowd was amazed. Gina was already the most beautiful female they had ever seen. It was hard to imagine something more beautiful than her. No wonder the shaman climbed a tree to pick berries for her. "Is she the shaman's mate?"

"Probably?"

"I think so."

"The shaman never picked berries for any other female before."

“And she called him by his name and even kissed him."

"No way."

"Really?"

The news spread like wildfire. With only about two hundred people in the tribe, it didn't take long for everyone to hear

about it.

"I knew it.” A middle-aged female who sold fur clothes slapped her thigh. "The shaman suddenly bought a bunch of female clothes from me today and gave me two strings of bone coins."

"What?" Everyone was stunned.

"Two strings of bone coins? That much?"

A set of clothes usually sold for no more than three bone coins, and one string was worth a hundred coins. "Yeah.” The middle-aged female herself found it hard to believe. "I asked him several times, and he seemed in a hurry. He threw down some bone coins, picked out a few sets of clothes, and left, saying the rest could be made in the future."

“In the future?” Everyone exchanged knowing looks, their suspicions growing stronger. They thought, "The shaman has even pre-ordered clothes for that female named Nyx. She must be his mate, no doubt about it!

At the northernmost end of the tribe, inside the chieftain's cave, a young female angrily smashed a stone bowl to the ground.

"Lila," her mother exclaimed, picking up the broken pieces. "Why did you break something perfectly good?" Lila sat down on a stone stool, covering her face and crying, “The shaman has a mate.”

She had pursued him for so many years, rejecting so many males for him, and yet he chose someone else as

his mate.

Watching her daughter throw a tantrum, the mother sighed helplessly, "What's the point of crying at home? If you want to cry, go cry in front of him. Make him feel sorry for you."

“Enough,” the chieftain interrupted. “She's already cried in front of Zayne before. If he were going to feel sorry for her, he would have done it by now. Why would it be like this?"

He had never approved of Lila pursuing Zayne and had long advised her to set her sights on someone else. However, he never expected Zayne to have a female he fancied. He thought the guy was only interested in

herbs.

Struck by the painful truth, Lila cried even louder, “Where did that female even come from? I'm going to find

her."

“No, don't,” the chieftain quickly stopped her. "I'll go for you.”