Chosen Mate Of The Beastmen Empire

"What an adorable little rabbit!" Gina cupped her cheeks, her eyes shining.

Her exclamation drew the other females over. As soon as they saw Nyx, they crowded around the basket.

"It really is a rabbit."

"So small and cute."

"Can I touch it?"

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Immediately, Zayne was on high alert. He quickly shielded the basket with his arms and took a few steps back, wary. Seeing his firm refusal, the females reluctantly gave up, but their eyes remained glued to the basket.

"This is the cutest little rabbit I've ever seen," Gina sighed.

While part of her praise was to please Zayne, most of it was genuine.noveldrama

Zayne's expression softened, and he nodded solemnly. “Thank you."

After struggling to find a topic, this was the first time he responded. Gina's eyes lit up instantly. Just as she was about to seize the moment and get closer, the little rabbit poked its head out of the basket and also said, "Thank you."

Instantly, all the females gasped. Gina was so startled she nearly jumped. The voice was all too familiar; they had all heard it recently.

"Nyx?" They only knew Nyx was an outsider, and her beast form might not be a wolf, but they never imagined she was such a soft little rabbit.

Gina's face turned bright red, both from the embarrassment of being caught trying to steal someone's mate and from the awkwardness of mistaking someone for a pet.

Remembering her earlier actions, she quickly muttered an apology and ran off. Her companions hurriedly followed. Like Gina, they didn't dare face Nyx.

After running halfway up the mountain, they finally calmed down and stopped, looking at each other.

"Let's find a chance to apologize." Gina coughed lightly.

Nyx must be angry with them. If something like teaching basket weaving happened again, and Nyx refused to include them, it would be terrible.

Just thinking about this dreadful possibility made Gina shiver, and her interest in the shaman waned.

"Let's go, we need to pick more fruits to give her,” she urged her companions to continue climbing.

Over two mountains, in the valley, they could find sweet tiger-claw fruits, a favorite among the females and the perfect gift.

When the females returned to the tribe, they noticed everyone holding strange–looking fruits, the same kind the shaman had dug up from the ground.

"Nyx gave them to us. She said they could be cooked and eaten." Gina's mother handed her one. "You have one too."

The fruit, the size of a palm, was heavy. Gina held it, feeling a bit uneasy. Nyx wasn't as petty as she had imagined. She didn't hold a grudge at all.

Outside the cave, a fire crackled, the branches burning with a popping sound. Nyx was intently watching the roasting sweet

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potatoes when she suddenly heard an apology. "I'm sorry."

She was startled and looked up to see a beautiful face. “Gina?"

Nyx had already asked Zayne about this female's name.

Gina was indeed the tribe's undisputed beauty, with delicate features, a gentle demeanor, and an undeniable feminine

charm.

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She had many suitors in the tribe, but unfortunately, she had set her sights on Zayne, who was as unresponsive as a block of ice.

"I'm sorry. I won't bother the shaman anymore.” Gina lowered her head.

For her, this was a difficult decision, but saying it out loud made her feel relieved. If she wanted to get along with Nyx, she had to make a choice and give up pursuing the shaman..

"For years, Lila and I have been chasing the shaman, but he never paid us any attention." she looked at Nyx, her eyes filled with envy. "You're the first female he's ever liked."

"I know." Nyx nodded. She completely trusted Zayne. She wasn't just the first female he liked; she would also be the last.

"The sweet potatoes are ready." Nyx pulled a few roasted sweet potatoes from the fire, changing the subject. "Have one."

Gina's complex emotions faded as she stared at the ugly, blackened lumps, hesitating, wondering if it was really edible or if Nyx was trying to get back at her.

She quickly took out a few tiger-claw fruits from the basket and handed them to Nyx, forcing a smile. “Here, these are for you."

She had gone through great effort to pick these fruits and hadn't even eaten any herself, giving them all to Nyx. She hoped that Nyx wouldn't force her to eat those terrifying things.

Under Gina's hopeful gaze, Nyx accepted the fruits but then enthusiastically pushed more sweet potatoes toward her. “Here, have a couple more."

Gina went speechless. It was hard to refuse such hospitality. Her face stiffened, and after a moment of internal struggle, she gritted her teeth, closed her eyes, and picked up a roasted sweet potato, ready to bite into it.

"Wait-" Nyx quickly stopped her, somewhat amused. "You need to peel it first."

As she spoke, she wrapped a roasted sweet potato in leaves and split it in half. The golden flesh of the sweet potato was exposed, steaming hot, perfectly roasted, and exuding a sweet, enticing aroma.

Instantly, Gina's eyes widened, and she took a deep breath.

“Be careful, it's hot," Nyx warned.

But Gina was already oblivious, leaning in to take a bite from Nyx's hand.

Nyx only saw a blur as the beautiful female instantly transformed into a sleek, long-haired wolf.

Tasting the delicious food, she rolled around excitedly, her gentle demeanor gone, replaced by a silly, playful chase as she nibbled at the sweet potato in Nyx's hand.

Before Nyx could react, a tabby cat came charging in, swatting at Gina.

Three swift strikes angered Gina. She swallowed the sweet potato and shouted furiously, "Lila!"

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In an instant, fur flew everywhere, and chaos erupted.

"They're fighting!" Someone in the tribe ran around shouting, "Lila and Gina are fighting near the shaman's

cave!"

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“What? Really?” Everyone knew Gina and Lila were rivals, competing for the shaman's attention. They had always been at odds, but it was mostly verbal sparring. Now they were actually fighting.

This meant Nyx could also be in trouble. As the shaman's rightful mate, she was surely the common enemy in

their eyes.

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Thinking of the basket-weaving skills they had learned from Nyx and the fruits they had received, everyone couldn't sit still. They headed toward the shaman's cave to rescue Nyx.

The news spread like wildfire, growing more exaggerated with each retelling, until it reached Zayne, who was chopping wood.

He was so startled he almost forgot his bamboo basket and ran all the way home. "Nyx."