Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six Blood, Fury, and Freedom

Rosa's POV

Laughter spilled from my throat, wild and unrestrained, as the jungle erupted into chaos behind me. My body hummed with satisfaction, my heart pounding against my ribs in excitement.

I did it. I finally did it.

I just knew—knew—there was no way Parker and Bai escaped unscathed. My tiger had been too close, too fast, too strong. Even if they weren't dead, they were mangled, broken, left in ruins like they deserved.

The taste of victory was sweet, like ripe fruit bursting on my tongue.

The sun was dipping lower, its golden rays slicing through the thick trees, casting long beams of light over the clearing. The wet mud beneath my tiger's paws squelched as he moved sharply, his muscles flexing beneath me as we moved to flee. The air was thick with the scent of blood, the distant growls and roars of battle echoing through the trees. It was a symphony of violence, and I thrived in it.

My other mates flanked me, their powerful forms cutting through the jungle as they fought back against the wave of leopards and Imara's foolish allies. But I didn't stop to watch. No—I didn't need to. Let them struggle, let them drown in the mess they created. This was my moment.

No one humiliated me and got away with it.
No one laughed at me and walked away unscathed.
And today, I made sure they learned that.

They thought they could mock me? Laugh in my face?!

I bared my teeth in a vicious grin, the adrenaline surging through me. I could still see it—Memi, that ridiculous excuse for a queen, throwing words like daggers, making a joke of me in front of everyone.

I could still hear them—Bai, Imara, Parker, all of them cackling like hyenas. As if I was some kind of fool.

My face burned at the memory, the humiliation scorching me deeper than any wound.

But now they weren't laughing anymore, were they?

The muddy ground kicked up beneath us as my tiger surged forward, his powerful strides tearing through the underbrush. My other males followed, their claws slashing at anything that got in our way. I inhaled deeply, reveling in the thick scent of the jungle—the damp earth, the blood in the air, the raw, untamed chaos I had unleashed.

I was the Tiger Princess. The rightful ruler of this land, and this was my jungle.

I could already see it—the aftermath. Bai if not dead would be sobbing over Parker's broken body, her wretched cries echoing through the trees. Imara, for all her ridiculous boldness, would be forced to face reality. She wasn't untouchable. She wasn't as invincible as she liked to pretend.

This was just the beginning.

The Leopard tribe was now down one in power.

My father's clan would be proud to know of such a defeat. The Ape King will also gain from this, and I still have Bart, and the wolf King, my powerful ties. Imara thought she had won? That she had taken everything from me? Never.

She would learn soon enough that I was not so easily defeated.

A breathless laugh tore from my lips, the sound almost drowned out by the distant roars and shouts behind me. The jungle blurred past as we ran, the sun dipping lower, casting the trees in a golden like. The beams of light slashed through the branches, the mist swirling between the trunks. It was almost... surreal. Like the land itself was watching.

But then—A shadow moved. A massive, looming presence. Something fast. The air shifted—thickening. The jungle sounds dimmed, and suddenly, the joy in my chest flickered.