Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Ninety Three: Fractured Harmony

Just as the excitement peaked, Qean made a dramatic entrance. "Wait!" she shouted, bringing everything to a sudden halt and grabbing everyone's attention.

Her hesitation and the swirl of emotions on her face were clear as she took in the scene—everything she had once dreamed of for herself now slipping out of reach.

Her sudden interruption, filled with desperation and emotions she hadn't fully dealt with, left everyone holding their breath, waiting to see what would happen next.

The stage fell into stunned silence as Qean's voice rang through the air. All eyes turned to her, and the tension in the room was thick.

Her sudden outburst seemed to freeze time, holding everyone in suspense for what she would say next.

"I cannot accept this!" Qean's voice cut through the heavy air like a sharp blade. We all stopped and looked at her, my heart pounding with nerves and worry.

I wasn't sure how this would affect my relationship with Winston, knowing she had feelings for him. But I stayed firm, knowing my choices wouldn't change for her, even though I truly cared about our friendship.

Wilbard's face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost. His whole body tensed up. We all knew the story—how, in the novel, he had tried to poison Winston and sent Shugh and other wolves to hunt him down.

All because Qean had shown interest in Winston, looking at him longer than Wilbard could handle.

But I knew his tension wasn't just about Qean's feelings for Winston. It was also about me, our connection, and how the entire City saw me.

He carried a heavy weight on his shoulders, frustrated by Qean's wandering interest, yet struggling with what he might lose if he openly opposed me.

Right now, the City was eagerly waiting for the sharing of Camel Hump Valley's wealth. Stories of the upcoming event were spreading fast, and all the excitement was set to peak at tonight's bonfire.

Wilbard had worked hard to push this event forward, and it was all tied to me.

The first thing that impressed them was how my family and I bowed before him in thanks for allowing us to provide goods for the City. The people believed he was responsible for these gifts, though he and I both knew the truth.

The second big change was how friendships had helped more males find mates, allowing them to be valued for who they truly were.

Third, females respected me, which led them to improve their hygiene, manners, and the way they treated their mates. Males knew that these changes happened because of my influence.

Fourth, with better sex education, males and females were freer to explore their relationships, leading to more intimacy and closeness.

Fifth, females choosing less desired males, like Bailey choosing John and Steve, showed that kindness and care could win a female's heart, even without high-ranking stripes.

And now, through my actions, even males like Winston, with scars and imperfections, were being seen in a different light.

Finally, I had carefully given credit for everything I brought from outside the valley to Wilbard. This gave him more status and influence, strengthening his power in the City.

How could he truly let go of everything I had offered him and the change I had brought?

I had to keep my face calm, knowing how serious the situation was. Even with everything happening, I felt a quiet sense of pride in how well I had planned and carried out my ideas.

Word of mouth was powerful, and my careful actions had only made my position stronger.

Wilbard wasn't the only one using his smarts to gain power and favor. But I knew I had outdone him by building real relationships instead of forcing people to follow me.