Eight Years in the Beast World Chapter 11

On the day I gave birth, the dry season officially arrived.

All primitive tribes were swept by this once-in-a-century dry season. Though the snake tribe now had sufficient water and food, I didn't plan to just sit around consuming these resources.

After giving birth, I prepared to go out and look around.

In this primitive society, there were surely crops I hadn't yet discovered.

However, this trip meant bringing the whole family—I had to carry the newly laid snake egg with me.

Damien also wanted to follow, and needless to say, Adrian went wherever I went.

Though I still didn't understand why, since he was my son, my lion cub, he took Damien's surname.

We set out with enough food and water.

Outside was indeed severely drought-stricken. Even the forest shrubs had withered.

The earth had cracked open.

Following the system's guidance, I kept searching. The system indicated there was a type of drought-resistant mushroom nearby that grew specifically in sandy soil—now was the perfect time for its growth.

I knew this mushroom. Seeing the cracks in the sandy soil not far away, I had a feeling the system's mushrooms were there.

Just as I crouched down to dig, a familiar voice suddenly came from beside me.

"Sylvia."

I instinctively turned around, only to see two people I had no desire to see.

My biological son Wesley opened his mouth to say something but was suddenly interrupted by Adrian's voice.

"Mother, who are they? Do you know them?"

Wesley's eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at Adrian.

Damien also sensed something, reaching out to pull me against his shoulder.

This inexplicable possessiveness made me want to laugh. I'd long ago severed ties with this father and son.

Now my heart only held Damien, Adrian, and our unhatched child.

Ryan naturally recognized Damien, his tone dry:

"Sylvia..."

I looked at Ryan expressionlessly. I no longer had any connection to him. Him calling me this made me sick.

Wesley stepped forward, his face anxious as he looked at me:

"Mother, do you still have any of the food you planted in the tribe?!"

My expression didn't change:

"You seem to have mistaken me for someone else. I only have one son—Adrian."

Still just a six-year-old child, Wesley burst into tears, crying as he spoke:

"Mother, I was wrong. Lena's a bad person. After she became Father's mate, she treated me terribly, wouldn't feed me, and falsely accused me. When the dry season came, she ran away with all our food."

"We were driven from the tribe. Do you have any food? I'm so hungry."

My expression remained unchanged, showing no softness. I clearly remembered how this father and son had treated me.

Not only had they locked me in prison and refused me food, they'd even tried to kill me with poison.

And arranged for other wolves to rape me.

This crime after crime—I remembered every single one, day after day. Since Lena returned to the tribe, I'd lost count of how many times I'd endured such treatment.

My heart had gone from pain to numbness to finally not caring.

Wesley kept begging me for food, his eyes constantly glancing at the provisions I carried.

Ryan stood rigidly to the side.

He hadn't eaten in over ten days. His body and strength were completely depleted.

Facing the well-fed Damien, he had no confidence at all.

But seeing Damien embrace his ex-wife, he couldn't swallow this humiliation.

Ryan shifted his gaze to me:

"Sylvia, I know you love me. I've seen Lena for what she is now. My heart still has you in it. I need you now."

Hearing Ryan's shameless words, a mocking, cold smile appeared at the corner of my mouth.

Where did he get such nerve?

Now Damien and Adrian stood in unprecedented unity, both blocking my way.

"Mother doesn't need you."

"My female doesn't need you."

I smiled and stroked Adrian's head. Though small, his presence was formidable.

He was the same age as Wesley, but their knowledge was completely different.

Compared to Wesley, I much preferred Adrian as a son.

Seeing my gentle gesture, Wesley's eyes instantly reddened.

He pouted, wiping tears:

"Mother, I'm your son. I was wrong, I was wrong. Don't abandon me."

Ryan naturally assumed I'd care for the child and then reconcile with him. He stood calmly to the side.

I snorted coldly. No matter how much Wesley cried and fussed, I didn't spare them another glance.

I signaled Adrian to collect the mushrooms from the ground.

Both of them saw the mushrooms, their eyes immediately lighting up.

Now no one had food. Every tribe faced extreme scarcity—some had even begun cannibalizing each other.

Seeing the mushrooms on the ground, Wesley instantly threw himself down to fight for them.

Just then, a sudden change occurred—roaring came from the distance.

Adrian, standing beside me, instantly stiffened.