Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Forty Nine: Laughing In Closed Case

⚠️ Trigger Warning: This chapter contains dark humor.

Imara's POV

The weight of those words settled. No more scheming. No more games. Rosa was done. The realization finally crashed into her. Her pride. Her status. Her power.

Gone.

She had always looked down on others. Had always seen herself above everyone else.

But now she was the one beneath us, and there was nothing she could do about it. This wasn't just the loss of a battle.

This was The Fall of the Tiger Princess.

Rosa's voice cracked into shrill screams until it broke, her cries tearing at the air like a wounded beast. Her hair fell wild around her face as she thrashed, sweat and tears mixing as she clawed at King Winfrey. Each kick, each pound of her fists was weaker than her words, but no less vicious. She cursed, spat, sobbed—her whole body trembling with rage and despair.

I watched her with a stillness inside me.

I felt no guilt. No ache in my chest. What was done, was done. She had threatened me and Bai openly, tried to kill Parker and my sweet pea, and thought she could bully her father into making enemies of us all to save her. But now the consequence of her own arrogance had caught her. Her mates could do nothing about it—because this wasn't a moment for reckless, think-fast defiance. It was about the larger truth, the situation as a whole. They knew it, and so they stood down.

I wasn't going to tear myself apart over her downfall. If anything, I felt relief. I had accomplished what I set out to do—Rosa was finally being handled before she caused more harm.

So I sat there, steady and unshaken, while her father carried her out over his shoulder, her shrieks echoing through the chamber. The sound was loud, pitiful, and angry all at once, but to me... it was only noise.

Noise that no longer belonged to me.

The room carried that same energy. No pity. No discomfort.

Memi was the one watching in complete satisfaction with a full smile on her face, the female who had once tried to ruin her son finally removed from their lives. King Calum stood behind her, a silent wall of support.

Across the chamber, King Gallant and Queen Amelia wore forlorn looks—their son Bart was tied to Rosa's fate, and her fall meant a shadow over his future as well.

As Wilbard instructed the apemen to assist King Winfrey, and Rosa's mates, I noticed Mr. Orangutan right at his heels, like he was there to support him, along with a few other apemen circling close. Everyone was preparing to close this long day out when I told Gabriel, Winston, and the others that I needed to say a few words to Wilbard.

As I approached, he turned too, like he had words of his own waiting for me. Mr. Orangutan and the others stepped back, giving us space, and I quickly bowed.

"Ape King, if I may have a word."

He looked at me completely shocked. I knew why. Yes, I was grateful for his hard work and consistency in this whole situation, but that didn't mean we were friends. It meant we could do business. And me addressing him as Ape King made that very clear.

"Imara..." he said in disbelief, like the words pained him.

I didn't care. The petty asshole in me had returned and the Imara, in her own sense of mind, was back. So I doubled down. "Wilbard the Ape King."

He completely caved, letting out a long sigh. "Yes, Imara... what is it?"

I leaned up, smiling at my win. "Can you do that little... silent voice force field thingy?"