Transmigration：How a Trash Female Become the Werebeasts' Heartthrob

Chapter 3 The Defective Snake

'Wait outside and serve her? How dare she!'

For years, she had done exactly what they wanted. She had never spoken harshly to them, never forced them, never pushed back. And now she was ordering them to stand outside and wait for her...

But the woman who had claimed them had the right to command them. Whether they liked it or not, they had to obey. So the three men stayed where they were, their bodies stiff with resentment, their faces tight with humiliation.

Inside the room, Jose lifted his head and looked at Fiona with bright, teary eyes. Then he stepped closer, hesitant and careful, and rested his chin in her palm. "Your Highness," he murmured, his voice soft enough to tremble, "will you be gentle with me?"

He looked like a puppy terrified of being abandoned. He caught her hand and guided it down the hard plane of his abdomen.

A moment later, her fingers brushed against his groin, and Fiona's eyes flew wide.

'Wait... Snake shifters actually have two? And the sheer size of them is absurd!'

Jose's lips brushed the shell of her ear, his voice low and coaxing. "Do you like what you feel, Your Highness?"

Fiona drew in a slow breath, but even that did not steady her. Her fingers trembled as they slid over the scorching heat of his c***s.

The Snake Clan was infamous for its sensuality. Even in human form, some instincts were too deeply written into the blood to disappear.

Jose seemed to react to the slightest touch. His breathing turned uneven.

Then he lifted his head and looked at her. "May I?"

In that instant, the meekness he had worn so carefully vanished. The man looking back at her was not submissive. Something predatory moved beneath his skin now, dark and dominant.

No servant should have felt like that.

Fiona barely had time to think before Jose lifted her into his arms and laid her across the bed.

He leaned over her, his mouth parting her thighs, his tongue wrapping around her most sensitive spot. Fiona gasped, her entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Before long, soft, breathless moans echoed out of the bedroom. Outside, Zane, Harvey, and Cedric were still standing there. Every sound from inside landed like torture!

No one knew better than they did how soft Fiona's body was, how quickly pleasure could undo her. And now the woman who had claimed them was moaning beneath a servant. It was maddening.

In an instant, all three men's eyes flared red with possessive rage.

But they had chosen this. They had refused her. And choices did not become kinder just because regret came afterward.

Inside, Jose was surprisingly tender, holding back the worst of his feral nature so he wouldn't break her.

But taking both of his c**k relentlessly for four straight hours drained Fiona completely. By the end, she had almost slipped out of consciousness.

Jose hovered over her, gently kissing the tears at the corners of her eyes. "So beautiful. Who made you this beautiful, Your Highness?"

Fiona's ears burned, and her body went helplessly soft at the sound of his voice. She could not have answered him even if she wanted to.

Jose didn't push. Instead, he slowed his pace, finishing with slow, reverent thrusts.

When it was over, Fiona commanded Zane and the others to get lost.

As for the hot water she had demanded earlier, she had no use for it by then. It had been meant for them all along, a gift, if torment could be called one!

The three men remained outside for a long while after that, their faces dark with humiliation and anger, before finally leaving.

Jose managed to wash half of Fiona's body before she completely passed out from exhaustion.

It was only then that Jose felt the surging waves of warmth flooding his own veins. His golden eyes widened in absolute shock. He stared into the mirror. The patch of black scales at the corner of his eye, the mark of a defective shifter, was fading!

Jose's heart skipped a beat. He immediately turned his focus inward and searched his damaged core.

His shattered psychic energy was mending itself at a terrifying speed. No wonder Fiona had passed out from exhaustion!

Jose's chest heaved. He knew better than anyone how catastrophic his injuries were! During the great rebellion, his enemies had ambushed him. They had burned through their own power to cripple his, leaving his core fractured beyond any ordinary recovery!

He had searched the entire Realm, but no female shifter's energy had been potent enough to heal him!

'And now a single night with Fiona has done this?'

'They call her a low-rank female shifter? What a bunch of blind fools!'

'No matter what it takes, I need to stay by Fiona's side.'

With a care that bordered on worship, he tucked her properly into bed, then lay down beside her and closed his eyes, greedily absorbing and refining the vast healing power still moving through him.

Fiona slept deeply and well. When she woke again, daylight had already filled the room.

She turned her head and found Jose still asleep beside her.

The memory of the night before came back all at once, and a blush crept up her face.

After what they had done, exhaustion was only natural. He could sleep. He had earned that much.

Still... The scales near the corner of his eye looked lighter than they had the night before. 'Have they receded? Is it temporary?'

She had no answer, and for the moment, she let the thought go.

After changing, she made her way to the dining hall. Usually, her mates were nowhere to be found unless protocol dragged them into the same room. This time, aside from Harvey, who had already left for the front lines, the others were there.

The moment Fiona stepped into the room, Zane's eyes locked on her.

A fresh hickey marked the side of her neck, a blatant reminder of just how wild the night had been.

Zane could still hear her sweet, breathless moans echoing in his head. His expression darkened into an ugly scowl.

She would rather spread her legs for a defective servant than swallow her pride and beg him!

He took a deep breath, about to snap at her, when another figure strolled into the dining room.

Fiona looked up at the sound. It was Ivy Jenkins, her younger sister.

Unlike Fiona, Ivy was publicly recognized as a high-rank female shifter. In the Shifter Realm, that made her one of the most privileged women alive. Even the number of mates assigned to her proved it. She had ten.

Because of that, Ivy had always looked down on Fiona.

'Why does a pathetic, low-rank female get to share the title of Princess? Why does our mother, the Queen, dote on Fiona so much?'

Blood ties meant nothing to Ivy. She secretly prayed Fiona would just die and get out of her way!

Ignoring the servants trying to announce her, Ivy marched right up to the table.

But when she looked at Fiona, she paused.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Fiona seemed different today.

The old Fiona had never looked like this. There was no meekness in her now, no shrinking softness. In its place was something cool, magnetic, and dangerously self-possessed.

Ivy recovered quickly, letting out a harsh, mocking laugh. "You've got some nerve showing your face, Fiona. Do you have any idea what people are saying about you? You tossed aside three apex mates to go screw a defective slave. Have you lost your damn mind? You're a Princess of the Realm, yet you act like a cheap w***e!"

Fiona finished the last spoonful of soup before answering. Only then did she glance at Zane and Cedric.

Neither man reacted. Apparently, the woman who had claimed them could be insulted to her face, and it still had nothing to do with them.

Fiona gave a small, contemptuous laugh, then looked back at Ivy. "A w***e? Are we talking about me or you? You keep ten mates at home and still sneak around with six more outside the palace. Is that what you call dignity?"

Ivy gave a dismissive snort, completely unashamed. "That is called ability. A woman who can soothe that many men proves how strong her power is! The men under my care can keep sixty percent of their feral instability under control. One day, I may even be able to bring a shifter back after he's already lost control. To male shifters, I'm salvation. And you are nothing but trash!"

Fiona laughed softly. "Ivy, be serious. Those six men you keep on the side already belong to other women. The fact that you can call stealing someone else's men an achievement with a straight face is almost impressive."

Rage flashed across Ivy's face. Through clenched teeth, she said, "No matter what, I'm still better than you! You let a defective shifter touch you! You're tainted now! If you don't know how to appreciate the three mates you were given, then hand them over to me!"

The entire dining hall went still.

A faint, mocking light crossed Zane's eyes. To him, Fiona was still the same low-rank female she had always been. The only reason she had been assigned three apex shifters in the first place was her mother's favoritism. There was no way she would actually give them up.

Whatever resentment she carried after last night, she was not stupid enough to throw them away!

Still bitter over what had happened, Zane seized the chance to wound her pride. "Beg me, and I'll stay."

Fiona gave a quiet, dismissive huff. Then she said, with perfect clarity, "All right. He's only a pet. If you want him, take him."

Zane and Cedric stared at her like she had grown a second head. Neither of them could believe she had actually said it!