My Four Beast King Fathers Chose Her Over Me Novel by Maya Prescott _ Novel


My Four Beast King Fathers Chose Her Over Me Chapter 01

Chapter 1:Four Kings
The door opened. I started undressing.
Three years of this had taught me not to think. Not to fight. Just comply.
But tonight, instead of heavy breathing and the stench of feral musk, I heard a voice.
"Elara, would you like to return to your mother's side?"
I had four fathers once. Four SSS-level Alpha Kings who ruled the four kingdoms. The Dragon King. The Bear Emperor. The Nine-Tailed Fox. The Phoenix Lord.
I grew up beloved by all of them. I inherited my mother's S-level calming power. I was the most envied female in the realm.
Until Giselle arrived. The daughter of their former fated female.
She whispered lies, and my fathers believed every one.
She said I cursed her. The Dragon King stitched my mouth shut.
She said I poisoned her. The Nine-Tailed Fox threw me into the Shadow-Spider Cavern, where insects devoured my face and ate my left eye.
She said I defiled her. The Bear Emperor threw me into the Feral Dens.
I became a rut slave. Mounted, clawed, bitten bloody by berserk shifters. And through it all, I was forced to use my calming power to soothe their savage minds.
Three years of that.
And now, a voice in the dark was offering me a way out.
......
I jerked my head up.
The room was empty.
The voice came again, echoing inside my skull.
It said it was Mother's guardian spirit.
That Mother was a traveler from another realm who'd left in a hurry, not knowing I'd survived.
Now she knew. And she wanted me back.
All I had to do was die.
"Elara," it murmured, "your mother has been desperate since learning you exist. Are you willing—"
I didn't let it finish.
I grabbed a rusted blade and pressed it to my throat.
Yes!
Mother was alive!
I'd see her soon!
Pure joy drowned my fear of death.
Just as I pulled back to slash—
—something massive slammed into my wrist.
Pain shot through my hand. The blade clattered to the floor.
A taloned foot stomped down on it.
"Elara. You trying to kill yourself?"
I looked up. My mouth opened instinctively.
"Fourth Dad."
I regretted it immediately.
His expression darkened. "Don't call me that. I severed our bond years ago."
The man before me was Rowan, the Phoenix Lord.
When I was small, a feral warlord kidnapped me.
Rowan tracked my scent alone to the warlord's lair.
He knelt before his sworn enemy in full shift, bared his throat three times, and let the warlord tear six gashes through his wings.
All just to get me back unharmed.
After I was rescued, I cried over his wounds.
He just nuzzled my hair and said those gashes didn't hurt at all.
But watching me cry hurt so much he wanted to die.
Of the four fathers, Fourth Dad loved me most.
Too bad that love vanished four years ago when Second Dad brought injured Giselle back from the borderlands.
I'd always known the four fathers shared an obsession—a female they'd never gotten over.
I just didn't know it wasn't my mother.
It was Giselle's mother.
They say the four fathers were once outcasts, each exiled from their own kind.
Young Mother found them and helped each one reclaim their territory and rise as Alpha.
They say Mother was their fated female—all four of them.
But just before the bonding ceremony, Giselle's mother Genevieve appeared.
The moment she appeared, all four fathers shifted to her.
After that, Mother supposedly grew jealous and tormented Genevieve.
Finally, consumed by despair, Mother drowned herself in the river.
After Mother died, Genevieve vanished too.
Only when Giselle returned did the fathers learn the truth.
Genevieve left because she felt responsible for Mother's death.
I never believed it.
My instincts screamed Mother was innocent and Genevieve was poison.
But fathers didn't trust me.
They said I was jealous like Mother, competing for mates.
So whenever Giselle and I clashed, they chose her.
Before long, I went from the most treasured female in the realm to a Feral Den slave.
Fourth Dad picked up the fallen blade and studied the cut on my throat.
Then he flipped it and drove the edge toward me.
I jerked back.
The blade kissed my skin, opening a fresh wound.
Fourth Dad smiled coldly.
"If you want to die so badly, why dodge?"
"You're just like your mother, Elara. Pathetic. Both of you hurt yourselves for attention."
"She was smarter though—she did it in front of all four of us."
"You picked this shithole. Stupid."

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