SoulboundThe Lion and The Rabbit

Cormac dumped my body in the woods. Funeral, no grave, just crows. That was the second time I died for him. In my world, blindness is a curse, but having no beast soul, you're less than nothing. I'm a rabbit shifter at the absolute bottom. No power, no beast, no healing ability. Stab a normal shifter, they heal in minutes. Scratch me and I bleed for days. But I hide one secretdon't see faces, I see souls. Jealousy, it's a toxic green. Hatred, a deep oily black. In my past life, I used this gift to build a king. Cormac, the forgotten fifth son of the Black Tiger Beast King, I chose him, forged him, and crowned him. But the day my sister Malaphira died, his grip snapped my jaw. He shoved pure snake venom down my throat. You blind freak, I never wanted you. Malaphira was supposed to be mine because of you; she ended up with Kalen. They tortured her to death. This is your fault! I died in agony; he threw a grand funeral for Malathira and dumped me in the woods. But death couldn't hold me. My sheer hatred for him dragged me right back from the dark. I opened my eyesseventeen again, the night of the bond ceremony. Cormac blew right past me, snatching Malaphir's hand like it was stolen gold. The bastard regressed too; he retained every memory, terrified I'd claim him again. Honestly, I couldn't care less. My true sight swept the room, and there, in a sea of rotting souls, I saw ita single soul blazing like molten white gold—the man in the wheelchair. That was the true beast king.

Every eye in the room snapped to me. I'm just a blind rabbit, unworthy of a male like Cormac. Malaphira is his perfect mate. Cormac stepped closer, sneering. "At least you know your place—a beastless bottom feeder. I wouldn't pick you if you were the last female breathing. "Not even if you crawl to my. feet beside me, my mother. Ileria gasped, stepping up. I squeezed her hand; she quieted down and scanned the room with true sightKalen, dark charcoal masking pure cruelty just beneath the surface. The other heirs were murky pools of greed and lust. Last time I chose Cormac because his soul looked purer than all the rest, but it was just a mask. The day he killed me, I finally saw the rotting purpleblack underneath. He didn't hate my mistakes; he hated me. Last time, I was blind to too many things—never again. Malathira floated over. faking a sweet smile. "Aww, don't pout. Go ahead, pick whoever you want. I'll let you have him. " Her soul was churning in toxic green, pure jealousy spilling over. "No one wants you anyway. "But you can beg me for a job. Malaphira needs a maid, a mateless bottom tier female, only fit for scrubbing boots. I didn't even blink. I couldn't even bother to care. They weren't worth my energy now. The sound of wheels against stone, the whispers died instantly. The whole room seemed to tremble. Cassius Stormborn, uninvited and unannounced, sat in a wheelchair with his face stone cold, reeking of resting apex predator. Then I saw his soul; my breath caught, white gold, pure, blinding, and burning like molten starlight—the mark of the ancient lion, the real beast king.

I choose Malaphera as my mate. Cormac's voice cut through the hall like. a whip"She is my one and only fated mate. " He strode toward her; the tenderness in his eyes was all an act. Dead silence, the whispers hit me like a wall. "Who would be stupid enough to pick her? A blind, beastless rabbit? Absolute joke! Why is she even here? Trash belongs underground, not at the bond ceremony. " I was the daughter of the Moongrass Beast King, born blind. My beast's soul never awakened, and a predator's word that's not just a witness is the death sentence. Malaphira, my sister, was the golden child gifted with the siren's voice. One note could tame the most feral beasts. My family worshipped her as a goddess, and I was a mistake. Cormac dropped to one knee in front of her. Mate with me. I'll make you the most powerful woman in the world. He shot a glance back at me, not an apology, a warning. He actually believed he could seize the beast king's throne alone. Saw me as dead weight. The idiot had zero clue what he just trashed. When I came of age, I didn't awaken a beast soul. I awakened something far more dangeroustrue sight. Jealousy is a toxic green; hatred is pitch black; love is a pink flame. The deeper the bond, the fiercer it burns. And my past life was powersaved to me. I spotted assassins before they even knew. I told him who to trust and who to slaughter this time. I'm giving him exactly what he wants, then I'll sit back and watch reality crush him. That without me, he is nothing. He'd better not crawl back begging my mercy; well, dried up last night.