Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

The one barking orders was Garrett Garrison—that S-class eagle beastman Finnian had warned me about, the invisible freak.

I was already crouched low in the grass, my sniper rifle locked and loaded.

I ditched the infrared scope and lined up the barrel with Garrett’s chest.

So you think you can vanish into thin air? And you want to rape and murder? Let’s see how invisible you are with a bullet in you.

Garrett wrapped up his sick little speech. He flexed his shoulders twice, then stretched his wings wide, preparing to launch himself skyward and activate whatever twisted ability he had. That’s when I squeezed the trigger. The shot cracked through the night. An eagle plummeted to the earth.

A string of savage curses split the air.

I grinned, shifted my aim to Garrett’s groin, and fired again.

Garrett’s agonized scream ripped through the darkness. "Fuck! Find that bitch! The shots came from that direction... Christ! My cock..."

What kind of male beastman could he be without his precious equipment?

His wails bounced off the canyon walls.

The moment I saw the others charging toward my muzzle flash, I was already moving to my next position.

Hide and seek loses its thrill when you don’t actually hide, doesn’t it?

Truth was, I had a cruel streak tonight. I didn’t want these bastards dying quick and clean. Those girls that night, and Vivienne just hours ago—every single female was a victim. A swift death would be mercy these scumbags didn’t deserve.

And these are only the ones I witnessed. How many more did I miss?

From Garrett’s little speech alone, he’d earned that bullet between his legs.

So I wanted them breathing. Living in agony for whatever years they had left, dickless and broken. That was justice for garbage like them.

With Garrett neutralized, I packed away the heavy rifle. I’d spotted Cassian.

Cassian was playing it smart. Even transformed, he’d wrapped himself in full tactical armor.

Cassian stared down at Garrett, who was still writhing and shrieking on the ground, his expression black with rage.

"I underestimated that bitch Si," he growled. "All of you, track her down with everything you have! When you drag her to me, I’ll gut her personally!"

I rolled my eyes at his dramatics.

Another one who loved running his mouth.

Sure, he had body armor. But did he think to protect what dangled between his legs?

Original Elara, I hope you’re watching this. I’m settling your score tonight. I’m breaking every rule in the book, so you better load me up with extra karma points.

Decision made, I unleashed my wood power.

Beneath the ink-black sky, emerald light started pulsing from the earth under their boots. Cassian and his crew froze, staring in bewilderment.

"What the hell is happening?" Cassian snapped.

"Plant essence... Your Highness, this... this feels like wood power!"

"That’s impossible!"

Cassian looked as if his mind had blanked out completely. Did he realize the female he wanted dead and the one he was hunting were one and the same?

"Your Highness, the energy readings are off the charts. We need to pull back immediately. This female’s abilities are beyond anything we expected."

They’d written me off as some powerless waste of space. Who could have guessed I wielded wood power? They’d miscalculated badly.

Cassian shot a venomous glare at the speaker and snarled, "If you know it’s dangerous, why are you standing around like idiots? Get reinforcements!"

While he spoke, Cassian studied the vegetation stirring to life around them. Wood power, no question. I watched a savage, hungry excitement flood his expression. He probably thought he could keep me alive after all.

With my wood power surging, the ancient dead trees transformed into wooden demons, tearing their roots free and lunging at Cassian and his pack.

"Your Highness, incoming!"

Cassian’ crew had some talent. The two wolves flanking him launched coordinated strikes that splintered the withered trees I controlled.

That was the A-class wolf beastman technique: Spatial Slash.

My visor ran instant analysis on both targets.

"Spatial Slash, huh?"

Let’s find out whose version cuts deeper.

Using the dead wood as camouflage, I disappeared from my position to set up something bigger. I couldn’t teleport, but I was lethal with spatial manipulation.

Two quick jumps later, I moved like a phantom, materializing silently behind Cassian and his group. I went straight for close-quarters combat.

I whipped my leg up and launched one of them into orbit.

A pained wolf’s cry pierced the night. In the next heartbeat, the beastman rocketed upward from the explosive impact. I drove my knee up to meet him, then followed with a brutal high kick that slammed him into the ground so hard he left a crater.

A pack of trash. They reeked worse than rotting corpses.

My awakened wood power made me hypersensitive to dark energy. How many innocent girls had they brutalized to radiate this much evil?

Normally, these guys would have crushed me. But they’d spent too much time with that spoiled prince Cassian, boozing and screwing around until they’d gone soft. Guys like that, A-class or S-class ranking didn’t matter—I could tear them apart.

After dropping the first one, I vanished again.

That finally rattled Cassian and the others. The remaining eight or nine men clustered tight around their prince.

But I was just getting started.

The first, the second, the third...

A predator picking off her prey, one by one.

Only two defenseless men remained at Cassian’ side.

With the dangerous ones eliminated, I perched on a dead tree. I pressed my palms together and seized control of the withered forest again. Screams rose and fell through the darkness.

Now for the finale.

I set up my sniper rifle one more time. I stood tall, took careful aim, and pointed the barrel directly at Cassian’ crotch. He was Dorian’s brother, after all. I didn’t want to kill him. Back then, Cassian had turned the original Elara into everyone’s joke. Tonight, I’d return the favor.