Reborn to Take the Throne

The contract was quickly completed.

The chieftain smiled warmly at us and said, "Alright, now that the contracts are done, you may each return to your places. As for the other males, please don't be discouraged. You still have the chance to become their mates if you can win the favor of these females."

They looked slightly relieved to hear that. Their gaze was burning as they looked at me and Autumn.

The white tiger priest glared at them as he stepped in front of me to shield me from them.

He growled at the other males and said, "She's mine. I'll never share her with anyone! If anyone dares to try, I'll tear them apart."

The others looked disappointed to hear that.

They knew better than anyone how capable the priest was.

Competing with him for a female was hopeless.

However, dealing with that wolf man was much easier.

Every male present instantly turned to look at Autumn.

Their gazes toward the wolf man were filled with killing intent.

Capabilities mattered the most in the tribe. The power of the wolf man was not even in the top hundred of the white tiger tribe. They felt he did not deserve a contract with such a soft and delicate woman.

They understood how the priest could have a female all to himself. He was the most powerful male in the tribe, after all.

However, the wolf man was not worthy of a precious female.

Autumn smiled when she saw them get jealous and fight over her.

It was as if that was the treatment she truly deserved.

However, she had no idea that once she entered the wolf's den, leaving would not be so easy.

I gave her a brief glance, then turned to the white tiger priest and said, "I'm tired. I want to go back and rest."

The priest immediately looked worried.

Then, his arm, which looked thicker than my thigh, scooped me up effortlessly.

"I'll bring you back to rest right away," he said.

Then, he hurried off while holding me steadily in his arms toward his stone house.

The status of the priest was higher than the status of the chieftain.

Not only did he handle rituals, divinations, and the secret inheritance of the tribe, but he was also responsible for treating injured males.

Medical resources were scarce in primitive society, after all. Whether an injured male lived or died depended entirely on the sole heir to the medical tradition of the tribe, which was the priest.

The white tiger priest gently set me down on a stone bed covered with beast skins, after carrying me into his stone house.

His golden eyes never left me. He said, "Sit here for a moment. I'll get you a blanket."

I nodded to him.

Soon, he pulled a large beast-skin blanket from a wooden chest.

However, to my surprise, he did not use it to cover me. He spread it over the bed instead.

He neatly laid it down, then he stared at the skin exposed on my body and said, "Your skin looks so delicate. I'll add another blanket so the stone bed won't hurt you."

There had been other females in the tribe who tried to seduce him, but he had never shown interest in them.

He must have realized upon meeting me that his type was someone like me, petite and adorable.

Moreover, my scent must have been so pleasant that it intoxicated him, making him reluctant to be away from me even for a moment.