After being sacrificed, I became the Mother of All Beasts.

My Vengeance, His Redemption

I woke up in a shifter romance novel. Not as the heroine, but as the sickly, wicked villainess, married off to the Lion King himself, a brute known for his violent rages.

The System told me: Bear him an heir. Use my super-fertile body to stabilize his royal bloodline, and I'd live. Simple as that.

And he did. He grew gentler by the day. He'd awkwardly try to soothe my morning sickness, fiercely fend off all the scheming rivals who eyed his throne, and even cast aside the original heroine for me.