Bound To The Exiled S-Class Monster

A sharp pain shot through Halie's body, forcing her awake. Every muscle screamed in protest as she tried to sit up, a gasp tearing from her throat. She fell back against the pillows, the sheets a tangled mess around her.

Her vision was a blur. The dim light of the bedroom did little to help, but as her eyes adjusted, she saw it. A single, silver feather resting on the pillow beside her.

A fragmented image flashed through her mind-piercing red eyes and a cascade of silver hair. The lingering trace of an unfamiliar spiritual power felt like a blade slicing through her brain.

CRACK.

The bedroom's heavy mahogany doors were kicked open with brutal force. The sound shattered the silence, echoing off the walls.

Seraphina Avila sauntered in, her expensive heels clicking arrogantly on the floor. Her makeup was perfect, a stark contrast to the venom in her eyes.

Jett Mercer followed close behind. His gaze swept over Halie's pathetic state, and he didn't bother to hide his disgust.

"Look at the disgrace of the Avila family," Seraphina sneered, her voice dripping with contempt. "Fallen all the way to D-Class. What a waste." She flicked her wrist, and a silver-framed hand mirror flew through the air, aimed straight at the bed.

Halie's hand shot out, snatching the mirror from the air. The impact sent a jolt of pain up her arm, but it was nothing compared to the sight that greeted her. The face in the mirror was her own, but it was covered in a terrifying web of scars.

A flood of memories-not hers, but the original owner's-crashed into her. The despair of being framed, of her face being ruined. Halie's mind finally aligned with her new, tragic reality.

A heavy silence settled over her as the sheer weight of the original owner's despair threatened to pull her under.

So this is it, she thought, the gears of her brilliant scientist mind beginning to turn. A ruined face, a treacherous family, and a world that wants me dead. A pathetic end for her, but a fascinating starting point for me.

In this interstellar beast-world, females were the absolute dominant gender, revered for their rare and vital spiritual power.

A female's psychic energy could soothe the violent rampages that plagued every male, making her the cornerstone of survival and civilization.

Because females were born at a fraction of the rate of males, high-ranking females were priceless treasures, with the law and society built entirely around their supremacy. A single female was entitled—often expected—to bond with multiple males, forming a matriarchal household where her word was absolute.

Males, regardless of their own class, existed to serve, protect, and compete for a female's favor; their status depended entirely on being chosen.

To be discarded by a female, or to be bound to a weak one, was a male's deepest shame. This was a world of female rule and male submission, and even a ruined D-Class female still held the innate right