Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

"Your Highness, are you even old enough for this?" Silas drawled.

Dorian’s voice cracked as he snapped back, "I am an adult!"

"Oh, you’re an adult." Silas’s tone turned ice-cold, each word dripping with menace.

Both the rabbit and fox shot Dorian deadly looks after he’d been flirting shamelessly for attention.

Finnian’s smile was polite but his words sent chills through everyone present. "How wonderful that you’ve grown up. None of us realized how calculating you could be."

Dorian shrank back, quietly tucking his tails behind him.

His survival instincts were screaming that the rabbit and fox had formed an alliance.

He was absolutely right.

Barrett stepped forward and captured my hand, bowing to press his lips against my knuckles. His eyes blazed with worship. "My lady, I’m yours to command."

If glares could murder, Barrett would be nothing but ribbons.

I smiled down at him. "Good boy. You’re at the top of my list."

Setting aside future plans, Barrett had an absolutely incredible physique. He trained religiously—thick, sleek muscle, broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, that perfect V-cut. I’d only glimpsed him once in the medical wing, but the image was burned into my memory. His body was so perfectly sculpted I’d wanted to rip his clothes clean off.

Not right now, though. I had other uses for him.

My cryptic response made everyone’s cheeks burn, especially Barrett’s. He was practically floating with happiness, knowing that once he’d stepped up, the competition didn’t stand a chance.

Alistair had picked up on what was really happening earlier. Usually Silas was the most possessive, throwing tantrums until he spiraled out of control—but he wasn’t fighting his way to the front now.

Only one explanation made sense: I wasn’t selecting someone for pleasure. I was choosing servants. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

He collected all the gift inventories and confirmed the central villa’s basement could accommodate everything. After marking locations with his pen, he began systematically organizing all items into storage units.

His crew and automated units started moving everything simultaneously.

"Fight for her attention? What’s the point? I’m taking the intelligent approach. No pointless rivalry with these youngsters. As an experienced man, I have my own strategy."

I watched Alistair work and nodded with approval. "Now that’s leadership material. Efficient."

I jumped down from the Cornucopia and faced the others. "So, do you know the very first thing you do on your wedding day?"

"I know!" Dorian’s hand shot up. "Wedding night, then another wedding night, night after night, and more!"

Before anyone could groan at him, I held up my hand in a cross and corrected him loudly. "Wrong. It’s counting the money."

They all blinked in confusion. Wait—wasn’t I going to pick someone for intimacy?

"Hey, that’s not fair! You just said..." Dorian started whining, but I slapped my palm over his mouth. "Settle down, Your Highness. This is called building suspense. Understand?"

"I’ve chosen my residence—right in the center." I projected the Novareach Floating Island blueprint before them. "Everything goes into my storage. That’s your assignment today, Commander Alistair. Can you handle it?"

Alistair smiled confidently. "Consider it finished."

I nodded and continued. "Jules, you’ll renovate everyone’s homes according to my specifications on the map. Despite all your fancy titles, you’ll be living on the perimeter, forming a protective circle around my place."

Julian snapped to attention immediately. All his flirtatious energy evaporated, replaced by sharp professionalism—though internally, he was screaming with joy.

"Jules. She called me Jules in front of everyone. Such an intimate, affectionate nickname."

"It’s as good as done." His voice was husky with excitement as his ear fins flared out.

I pretended not to notice and turned to Kaelen. "Kaely, you’ll organize all the military forces and fleets everyone brought. I’ve sent you the marked map. They’re my private security now—you’re commanding them."

"Leave everything to me." Kaelen departed with a massive grin.

Next was Silas. I tossed him a detailed list. "You’re decorating my house. Sort the clothing separately, follow all my specifications exactly. Barrett’s alcohol and food go precisely where I’ve indicated."

Silas was euphoric. This is the ultimate privilege possible.

He didn’t waste a single word—he sprinted straight to my villa, practically vibrating with excitement, and summoned his team to assist.

Dorian got assigned to sweep the entire floating island for threats, with reports sent to our family group chat—Our Loving Family.

Old apocalypse habits were impossible to shake. I needed absolute certainty that my territory was secure. The island was massive, with too many unknown variables.