Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

Terror from my previous death crashed over me. I shoved the panic down, and when those creatures closed to three feet, I brought the Fishbone Blade down hard. Ice fragments burst outward, obliterating a massive wave instantly.

My eyes blazed with excitement.

This gorgeous weapon packed the same punch as the Dragonfire Blaster.

I sprang to my feet and swept the ice blade again, crushing another enormous swarm.

I can’t... I seriously can’t keep this up. Pain screams through every part of me.

I stood motionless, lungs burning for air.

Really? Two lifetimes and I still end up surrounded? Why are there so damn many? If I could sell these things, I’d be counting cash until my fingers went numb.

Money thoughts sparked my fighting spirit back to life. This barren rock belonged to me—everything on it was mine. In every game, players hoarded their loot. Now that opportunity stared me in the face. I planted my feet, looked down at my blade, and grinned.

Thank you, my darling husbands. Without these gifts, I’d be bug food.

They aren’t monsters—they’re my precious treasures.

Even in this chaos, my mind bounced from idea to idea, completely ignoring the lethal swarm ahead.

Gripping Julian’s Fishbone Blade, I tucked Barrett’s lightsaber away and concentrated solely on wielding the ice weapon. Each strike sent frozen shards three hundred feet. The devastating force pumped confidence through my veins.

"You better multiply right where you are," I bellowed.

Money ruled everything—and I fought like a woman possessed, carving my name into history.

My thoughts dissolved, my vision emptied. Pure instinct drove me now, not technique.

"Bow to your Queen." Sanity had completely left me.

Bug carcasses formed towering hills. I dropped to one knee, wheezing, my ribs expanding and contracting violently. The alcohol I’d drunk earlier had evaporated through my pores.

I lifted my head—the final larvae wave rushed forward. I smiled.

Perfect. All for me.

Venomforged surged to life.

Burning my last energy reserves, I launched through space. Insect-killing mist exploded outward, and silence fell. I crashed to the ground, too drained to worry about dirt. I just needed to lie here.

Every fiber screamed like I’d been shredded. I attempted to channel healing energy—but couldn’t budge a single spark.

Late afternoon

I stared into the endless star field and realized I couldn’t draw breath.

My arms trembled. Multiple attempts later, I finally hauled myself upright. I materialized my ship, grabbed an oxygen canister, and gulped deeply.

This suit’s air supply has limits, after all.

After several breaths, I pulled out two liquor bottles. I drained one swig, then dumped the rest directly on my wounds.

The moment alcohol touched raw flesh, tears exploded from my eyes.

Agony beyond words.

I moaned, nearly blacking out from the torment. Every muscle convulsed. But the searing pain shocked my clouded, exhausted mind into sharp focus.

Once I caught my breath, I grabbed my phone and called Xander.

—— 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Xander had wandered trade routes his entire career—he’d never encountered anyone as brutal as this female.

He still couldn’t process what he’d witnessed when he found her on that abandoned asteroid.

"Insectoids. Real insectoids. Even I would have panicked—and there were thousands of them," he thought.

This female, who’d sold off her ex-husbands and her own sister, had embraced ruthlessness completely.

When Xander landed, I was browsing my phone. Larvae might contain Feral Cores, but the odds were impossibly slim—practically nonexistent.

My thrilled heart plummeted reading that information.

An entire night’s battle... for this?

But logic prevailed. If rates ran higher, every person in the galaxy would wield incredible power.

At least the massive ones remained. I tucked their heads into my storage space and put my phone away.

As arranged, Xander brought only one helper.

I perched at my ship’s entrance. Spotting him, I beamed. "I tallied them up. Including the giants, exactly nine thousand. Just pay me market rate."

Xander gaped, utterly stunned. He spotted no one else around.

"What kind of female is this?"

If she’d kept her original appearance, he might have placed her. But she bore no resemblance to her former self now.

Galactic females often suffered radiation damage to their features. But Elara’s awakened abilities had restored her past-life looks. She seemed like someone who’d materialized from thin air—a complete stranger to everyone.