Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty Two: Strikes In Three's

Rosa - POV

I could feel the fury radiating off Parker, and it pleased me deeply. The way his claws flexed, his tail lashed, his entire body bristling with uncontained rage—it was delicious.

I understood a male's temperament. Once they set their sights on a female, they didn't waver. Not even if that female ill-treated them, ignored them, humiliated them.

They would grovel, they would chase, they would cling to whatever scraps were thrown their way and Parker, he was no different.

If I couldn't have him, then I didn't want him to have a good life. The same went for Bai Qingqing. I would not allow either of them to have what they wanted. I was going to break them apart.

Parker would never obtain the female of his dreams and Bai Qingqing would lose the mate that would one day become powerful.

I was trampling on his pride, and I loved it.

My eyes flicked toward Bai Qingqing. Her snow-white skin, her delicate features—it made my stomach churn with disgust.

Where were these humans even coming from?! And why did they look like this?! Where were the ugly freckles, the thin, weak figures? Were they caused by the hot season? Was this some sort of trickery?

No wonder Parker refused to choose me. No wonder he ran off and found himself a wild, foreign female instead.

My nails dug into my mates' fur as my rage simmered beneath my skin.

Then, my eyes found her—the true source of all my suffering.

Imara.

Perched in a tree, her wild curls catching the light, shimmering crystals dangling from her ears. A blatant display of wealth. She had it so good she could afford to waste crystals—just to wear them as decoration?

She was the reason I stood there—humiliated, defeated, lower than I had ever been. When has anyone ever dared to laugh at me? To ridicule me? Like I wasn't the Tiger Princess?

She had taken everything from me.

Her ridiculous talks of friendship led every male I wanted straight to her and Bai—Muir, Parker, Winston.

But worst of all...She stole my emerald. The emerald that should have preserved me, kept me beautiful, kept me powerful—was given to her.

She shortened my lifespan. Stole the very youth that should have been mine. The one thing I needed the most—gone.

Because of her.

The scent that wafted from Winston grated on my nerves, thoroughly. I could smell her all over him.

How was that possible? They had never mated—yet his scent was drenched in her. What had they done? Didn't she say he was poisoned? That they would wait so it didn't harm they're cubs?

Word had already spread of how they were mating in that wagon, with no care in the world. But what confused me most was... how could he smell like he had mated her, yet I saw no mark on her?

No sign of a claim on her chest.

Winston stood before me, unshaken, unbothered. Still as a mountain, his silver eyes filled with something that made my blood boil—disinterest.

Like I wasn't even a threat.

His four-stripe presence alone was enough to tip the scales. Against my males—three-stripes and two-stripes—they would be wiped out, easily.