My Beastly Fertility System Chapter 26: Washed Clean

Claire was certain no one would believe her. And even if someone did, she wasn't afraid.

The reason she felt so confident was the sweet potatoes she had discovered today.

There weren't many edible plants in the Beast World, but they were absolutely necessary.

Living on meat alone couldn't provide all the nutrients the body needed, especially for females and young cubs.

During the warm season it was manageable. Plants grew thick and lush, and with enough effort they could gather barely enough fruit to get by.

But when the cold season came and everything withered, many beastfolk died from lack of food, especially plant-based food.

So Claire was sure that once she told everyone about the sweet potatoes, more clan members would stand on her side.

She pointed to her mouth and reminded Fiona with a smile, "Don't forget who has the black mark on her tongue. Go ahead and keep dreaming, Fiona."

Claire grabbed Zane's hand and was about to leave when Fiona rushed forward and spread her arms to block them.

"You're not going anywhere!"

Before she finished speaking, a strong arm dragged her aside.

Gavin, his greasy face shining in the moonlight, half threatened and half coaxed her.

"Fiona, I'm already your beast mate. My five brothers and I will take good care of you. We'll make sure you're satisfied. Come on, today's our bonding day. The brothers all agreed. Tonight, you're mine."

Elena had already given him advice. Be persistent. Since the bonding was already a fact, just go through with it. The position of beast mate was guaranteed.

Fiona tried to shake him off in disgust, but her strength was nothing against his.

She struggled unwillingly and looked at Zane with pitiful eyes, hoping he would save her.

Zane didn't even glance at her. He walked past with Claire.

Gavin stared at Claire, confused. He had never thought this skinny little female was anything special before.

But under the moonlight tonight, she looked strangely alluring.

The moment his eyes met Zane's icy stare, he quickly looked away.

Zane was already considering when he should find a chance to beat that filthy pig senseless. The veins on his hand bulged as his grip tightened.

Claire gently patted him and led him away.

Behind them, Gavin dragged Fiona into the grass.

"Good Fiona, let's hurry and make a baby. My mom's been dying to hold a grandson."

Fiona's mouth was covered, and she couldn't make a sound.

Unlike the daytime, when she had been unconscious and unaware, waking up only to realize Gavin had already taken everything from her, this time she experienced it all fully awake.

The brutality. The humiliation. She almost forgot that she was supposed to be a treasured female.

...

Claire noticed Zane kept rubbing his left hand. The pale skin had turned red, and her heart ached.

"Don't worry. Once we wash up, it'll be clean. I'll show you how to make a big bathtub later. We can bathe in the cave from now on and won't have to come to the river every day."

That way they wouldn't have to see things that upset them.

Back at the cave, following Claire's instructions, Zane quickly hollowed out a massive tree trunk into the shape of a bathtub and smoothed the inside until it was perfectly polished.

"That's big enough," Claire said, admiring it.

Zane carried the tub to the river with one hand to fill it. On the way back he used both arms, but his speed didn't slow at all.

He was incredibly strong.

He lowered himself into the water and scrubbed his body with soap pods, especially his left arm. He rubbed it for at least twenty minutes until it was bright red.

"Okay, okay, it's clean enough. Fiona's scent is long gone."

Claire pressed down on his right hand when he tried to keep scrubbing.

So Zane had a bit of a cleanliness obsession.

"She touched here," Zane said quietly, worried Claire might be disgusted.

Claire squeezed his left palm and smiled sweetly.

"I don't mind. You've practically scrubbed off a layer of skin. You're already pale. If you soak any longer, you'll be glowing tomorrow. You might blind me."

She joked to lighten his mood.

His tense emotions gradually settled. Then he noticed Claire leaning over the edge of the tub, holding down his hand, her body half suspended. A mischievous thought crossed his mind.

He pulled her into his arms and easily lifted her into the tub with him.

"Hey! Zane, you scared me!" Claire shot him a mock glare.

She thought, It's not like I'd refuse. Why the sudden move?

She glanced at the oversized bathtub and blushed.

Zane looked at Claire. Her skin had grown much fairer, her small face flushed pink, her waist slender. His gaze drifted lower, lingering.

"Hmm. They've grown a little."

Claire caught his look, her face burning even hotter. She lightly punched him.