I got transported into a space world where women are rare, and after a little harmless flirting, I accidentally ended up with multiple powerful and adorable men obsessing over me. Now I'm stuck dealing with the consequences of my own playful teasing, and honestly... it's kind of a win.

Beast City runs on rules Chloe doesn't know-and never agreed to. Without a tribe, without protection, and hiding behind mud and silence, she survives by accident... until two powerful males decide she's worth shielding. But protection draws attention. And attention, in this world, is dangerous. Expanded Author's Note This is a fanfiction inspired by Beauty & the Beasts, but instead of Bai Quinquin, Chloe falls into this world. Chloe is not powerful, not spoiled, and not prepared. She comes from a different way of living-one where survival meant adapting quietly, observing, and enduring. She doesn't understand Beast City's unspoken rules, mating customs, or power structures, and that ignorance both protects her and puts her at risk. This story is darker and more grounded, featuring themes of survival, power imbalance, jealousy, and slow-burn relationships. It contains sexual content and violence, written to fit the harsh reality of this world rather than idealising it. I hope you enjoy the read 🤍 PS sorry about the switch in POV's. I'll try to correct it.

×MATURE× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.