Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

The moment I figured it out, all seven of them spun around to stare at me. I was focused on double-checking the access key, my expression shifting from a slight scowl to a radiant grin in seconds.

Finally lifting my gaze, my eyes softened into delighted crescents as I locked onto six devastatingly gorgeous men and one dragon. A victorious smile tugged at my lips as I tapped my cheek playfully.

"So, boys? Haven’t I earned some gratitude kisses?"

God, they’re stunning. Absolutely flawless. Every single one of them makes the cut.

My darling husbands. Just seeing you makes my heart overflow. We broke out of that hellhole, we’re all whole again, I’ve powered up, and now we’ve got a real place to call home. I’m literally the most fortunate woman in existence.

Silas moved toward me first, with Finnian and Barrett right behind him.

When Julian’s moment came, he looked surprisingly bashful, so I made the first move instead. The other six instantly pierced him with razor-sharp envious stares.

Alistair brushed a gentle kiss against my cheek. Dorian’s turn was next. But before the little leopard could close the distance, Kaelen scooped me up and hoisted me onto his shoulders.

The ship’s door opened with a sharp hiss. In a heartbeat, the dragon launched skyward with me riding his back.

"Welcome home, everyone!" My laughter rang out behind us, swallowed by the rushing wind.

—— 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

They were definitely heading home. But after everything Elara had endured in the Voidferal Feral Territory, the men silently decided it was their moment to shower her with well-deserved surprises.

One quick, meaningful glance passed between them before they synchronized their comm activation. Their fingers flew across screens, launching a quiet but fierce wave of preparations.

Before any conflicts could even surface, the opening round of rivalry had begun: a contest of riches.

Silas led off. He had assembled an exclusive custom collection of outfits, jewelry, and purses, all crafted by his own hands. These items alone packed ninety-nine crates in a long procession.

He had also arranged seven compact starships—one for each weekday—so the small vessel Finnian had gifted her could finally rest.

He hunted down every weapon type Elara had ever expressed interest in and compiled all his publicly recorded assets into organized files. He bundled these documents with his salary card—and his most treasured possession: his Genetic ID Card.

This card contained his complete medical history, bloodline classification, genetic purity level, abilities, beast transformation, and official verification that he had never been intimate before mating. It could only be obtained after passing the system’s rigorous examinations; even one failed assessment meant complete disqualification.

Countless beastmen never received one, including the three Blackwood brothers. For this reason, the Genetic ID Card represented essentially the most heartfelt, ultimate offering a male beastman could present to his mate.

Accompanying it were nine crates of exceptional diamonds for weapon enhancement, nine crates of valuable pearls for armor reinforcement, and ninety-nine crates of golden artifacts purely for display.

Silas understood his mate was no fragile, delicate flower and felt confident his presents would match her perfectly. As events unfolded, he was absolutely correct. He included several small, charming items most women enjoyed, and reserved a luxury sports car for the dramatic conclusion.

Alistair followed next. He presented her with a private helicopter and a hovercraft equipped with a void engine, capable of aerial flight, ground travel, and water navigation with an extravagantly luxurious cabin.

Since he had broken free from the sanatorium later than the others, he lacked time for custom commissions, so he simply purchased the most costly clothing, accessories, and jewelry available, plus premium bedding collections. The entire assortment totaled one hundred and eight crates.

He also compiled all his personal assets, placed his Genetic ID Card and his Army Command General salary card in an elegant container, and concluded with a silver-winged sports car.

Barrett claimed third position. He provided a compact warp-capable starship, determined not to be surpassed.

He mimicked Alistair and acquired only the most expensive accessories, jewelry, footwear, and garments along with dried delicacies, fresh blossoms, premium seafood, and rare aged wines—items extraordinarily difficult to locate throughout the galaxy. Combined, this created one hundred and eight crates.

He added a collapsible portable weapons cache, something typically unnecessary but suited Elara’s preferences flawlessly. Following Silas’s approach seemed secure, so he included it specifically for her enjoyment.

He also arranged ninety-nine crates of golden artifacts, his complete personal assets, his Genetic ID Card, and his salary card, concluding with a robust high-performance all-terrain sports car.

Dorian took fourth place. He remained young and possessed virtually no wealth whatsoever. He didn’t even hold his Genetic ID Card yet. The single thing he could truly offer her... was himself.

Julian claimed fifth. He presented a compact submarine, plus one hundred and eight crates of clothing, jewelry, and accessories. There were nine crates of luminous pearls, ninety-nine crates of golden artifacts, ninety-nine crates of premium seafood, ninety-nine crates of precious stones, and ninety-nine crates of pearls formed from his own tears. He also delivered ninety-nine crates of the finest, most delicate silk and an entire mountain mine of blue sapphires.

Julian possessed limited property, only two private islands, which he included alongside his Genetic ID Card, and completed his offerings with another luxury sports car.

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Kaelen’s POV

I went last.

I rubbed my head, somewhat annoyed.

Sapphires? Rubies? Too common. I’d be mortified to show myself.

I possessed mountains of hideous plush creatures, endless heaps of gold and currency, and more ancient fortresses and treasure chambers than I could tally.

Without a superior concept, I activated my comm device immediately. The system stuttered multiple times before it could finally catalog and bundle all my possessions. I included my Genetic ID Card at the end.

And for the spectacular finale... I summoned the Cornucopia.

I was a dragon, naturally. I was destined to adore anything that gleamed and glittered.

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Elara’s POV

The instant the Cornucopia materialized, I nearly turned to stone from pure shock. A mythical relic from ancient legends just appeared directly before me.

As someone who treasured wealth above all else, I couldn’t tear my gaze away, my eyes practically blazing with anticipation.

Inside, I was shrieking. I’m loaded!