🖤📖Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland💔➡️💞 (18+)
---Chapter 1 Reborn "The hell is wrong with this kid? Half his body's covered in black scales." "He's tainted. The whole city shield's gone. Nothing left but monsters." A tall beastman kicked the child clinging to his mother, sending the small body flying into the roadside ditch. "Finish him off?" a squadmate asked. "My kick did the job. He's got one breath left, maybe. Let's move; mission first." A squad of beastmen in sleek tactical armor walked past the piles of corpses, indifferent. They updated their command while moving toward their target coordinates. "Wasteland City is clear, sir. Proceeding as ordered." The small figure dragged himself to his mother's side. He pressed his face against Gillian Sterling's cold cheek, his gaze sweeping over the lifeless ruins. The stench of rot was overwhelming. "Mom, everyone's dead. Let's burn it all down. These b*stards deserve to die." With the last of his strength, he shifted her body aside. Underneath her was a dormant taint core. He clawed at his own chest and tore out his primal core, then thrust it into the dormant one. The dormant core, hit with that energy, woke like a wild animal. It exploded from the ground, swallowing everything in sight. "No!" A sharp pain in her chest jolted Gillian awake. Darkness surrounded her. A pair of familiar, aged hands held her tight, gently patting her back. "Gillian, sweetheart, it's okay. Grandma's here." "Grandma?" Gillian mumbled, her mind foggy. Mabel Sterling had been sitting by her bed, watching over her. She pulled her granddaughter into a crushing hug, her heart aching. "You've been through hell! No amount of hush money from that damned Cleric Academy is enough! I'm suing them!" "Cleric Academy?" Gillian's eyes were unfocused. The words made no sense. And... Grandma died years ago, didn't she? "Gillian, please, say something. You're scaring me," Mabel pleaded, her voice trembling. Her precious granddaughter had collapsed in her arms that afternoon. Her cloth
