**Elhary: The Healer of the Island**
Elhary is not just any doctor; she is a beacon of hope on her island, known far and wide as the healer, the saintess, and a truly gifted soul. Her gentle hands have mended countless wounds, and her compassionate heart has brought solace to many.
But one fateful night, as she prepared to close her humble clinic, a shadowy hand reached out and halted her. In an instant, her world turned upside down-she was kidnapped, not by just anyone, but by the notorious pirates who rule the treacherous seas.
Their name sends shivers down the spines of all who hear it: **Ateez**. With their eight fierce members, they dominate the waters, feared for their cruelty and mercilessness. They are the strongest pirates you could ever encounter, and their reputation precedes them.
Now, Elhary finds herself aboard their ship, trapped in a world of chaos and danger. Threatened and desperate, she realizes she has no choice but to use her skills to help them. Yet, as her heart longs for freedom, she grapples with the harsh reality of her situation.
Will Elhary find a way to escape the clutches of these ruthless pirates, or is she destined to remain entangled in their perilous lives forever?
×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.