Bound By Contract To The Beast Warlord

Cora's eyes snapped open.

The freezing wind sliced across her cheeks like a serrated blade. She inhaled sharply, and the frigid air burned her lungs. A blinding pain stabbed through her skull, forcing a harsh gasp from her throat.

She tried to push herself up from the snow. Her palms scraped against the ice. The skin on her hands was covered in bleeding chilblains. They felt rough, weak, and entirely unfamiliar. This was not her body.

A mechanical voice suddenly echoed inside her brain.

Genesis Symbiote, AI Code: Kay Lake, activated. Downloading host memories.

A violent wave of memories crashed into her mind. She saw a miserable life. She was a rabbit-mutant. A defective female in a brutal wasteland. The sheer force of the foreign memories made her stomach heave. She dry-heaved into the snow, her vision spinning.

Additional data packet received. Initiating World Protocol briefing.

Host Cora Hickman, you have been transmigrated into the Genesis Wasteland. This world operates under absolute biological law: Female mutants are the ruling class. Due to a catastrophic 98% male birthrate, fertile females are the most precious and scarce resource. Males are biologically and socially subservient. Polyandry—one female taking multiple husbands—is not merely tradition; it is the fundamental survival structure of all settlements. Males compete violently for the privilege of serving a single female. Female authority is absolute and unquestionable.

The original Cora Hickman was classified as genetically defective and stripped of her ruling status. As your genetics repair, your natural position as a dominant female will restore. The survival protocol requiring conception is now contextualized: Your body must establish a male energy anchor to stabilize your rebirth. Select your first husband wisely. He will be the foundation of your male household.

Cora's mind reeled. The memories of this new world crashed against the remnants of her modern-world consciousness. Here, women did not beg. They did not appease. Men knelt. Men provided. Men fought and died for the honor of a female's favor. The very concept of a woman fearing a man was alien to this world's biology.

Red Alert. Host genetics critically defective. Vitality depleted. You must successfully conceive within twenty-four hours to activate the life-reset protocol. Failure will result in permanent death.

Her mind went completely blank. The absurdity of dying before she could even experience this twisted new reality crashed over her. Sleep with a stranger? Force a pregnancy? In her old world, the thought would have made her skin crawl. But in this world, this was her right. Her biological prerogative. Males existed to serve this exact purpose. The system wasn't demanding she degrade herself—it was demanding she claim what was hers by the laws of this land. Still, the biting, freezing wind slicing through her ragged clothes and the undeniable, rapid decay of her own heartbeat served as a ruthless reminder. This was her only choice. She was a female of the Genesis Wasteland now. It was time to act like one.

Cora clenched her teeth. Her jaw ached