🔞🔞18 Forbidden, do not read in public.🔞🔞
I was the weakest female in the Empire. My family threw me away like trash. I had to make a living by being a warden at Prison Zero where 147 wardens had already failed. My job? Manage five beastfolk prisoners with S-Level combat power or higher, each feared as one of the Empire's deadliest weapons. But wait, why do they all behave like my pets? ----------------- In the Beastfolk Empire, the bronze gates of Wildermere Manor stood higher than two men. The Wildermere crest was cast into the metal: a fox with its head lifted toward the moon, five tails fanning out behind it. Dark red energy stones were set into the fox's eyes, and from the top of the steps, those eyes seemed to stare down with cold judgment. Two guards dragged Ida Wildermere out by the arms. They took her to the top of the steps and threw her onto the gravel drive. Ida flew through the air in an arc before hitting the ground hard. Sharp gravel scraped across her skin, and pain shot through her knees. Before she could even catch her breath, her suitcase came flying after her. It rolled across the drive and snapped open. The cheap latch broke on impact. Washed-out clothes slid across the gravel, all faded fabric, frayed cuffs, and worn seams. Ida lay face down on the gravel. Her palms were scraped, and blood gathered in small beads, mixing with dust and grit. Then she passed out. Behind the gates stood a woman in a dark purple dress, perfectly tailored and edged with silver cloud patterns. She looked elegant, rich, and far out of reach. Her features carried a faint resemblance to Ida's, but her eyes held none of warmth. She looked down at Ida the way people looked at something broken beyond repair. No anger. No pity. Not even disgust.Just nothing. She was Tania Wildermere, the current head of the Wildermere family. She was the family's proudest genius, an S Level psionic power female, and someone every major power in the empire wanted to win over. Now she stood inside the gates with sunlight at her back,
