Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 229

Chapter 229 It Felt Like a Fever Dream

Chapter 229 It Felt Like a Fever Dream

Then Tristan’s fox jaw dropped.

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A whole row of flower beasts stood lined up beside his crate, every color in the rainbow, lined up like candy.

They heard him stir and turned, curious.

Tristan sneezed. They smelled way too good. All those scents mashed together, straight headache.

A pink one stared at his fluffy tail with open delight. “What kind of flower are you? Pink-white foxtail lily?

“I’m not a flower. I’m a Glamour Fox. Not that you little runts would get it.”

Tristan didn’t finish. His tail, which had been swaying lazily, snapped stiff.

The pink one had already shot out a root, touching him as she cheered.

“So soft! Look, this Glamour Fox is so fun!”

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The early sun hit the crate and lit up his five tails like cotton candy. No wonder they thought he was a flower.

“Don’t touch me. If I accidentally hurt one of you, don’t come crying.”

Too late. The squad heard “fun” and every root in the line shot forward,

Tristan backed into the crate wall, tail puffing into a panic ball, the white tips of his ears trembling.

A dozen roots wrapped his tail and hauled him out. He dangled upside down in the air.

“Wow, fun!”

“This fluffy thing is so weird. Our roots don’t look like that at all.”

Giggles from every direction. Roots poked and prodded, bouncing him till his head spun.

“You little brats have zero manners!”

Tristan’s eyes flared with pink glamour craft. The flower beasts lost interest and tossed him.

He thought that was it. Then they attacked him anyway. He wanted to scream. Stuck in the wasteland getting bullied by toddlers. He was fuming. Not that fuming helped. He couldn’t beat these girls.

Roots were about to string him up again when a pair of big hands yanked him free.

Merrick tucked him against his chest and leveled a cold stare at the flower beasts. “Ten of you. Did every last one of you forget what I said last night?”

They shrank into a tight huddle. Not a sound.

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Chapter 229 It Felt Like a Fever Dream

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Merrick’s hand drifted to his blade, and they all stumbled back, chirping in panic, waving their tiny hands

“Dad Merrick, we didn’t fight! We were good!”

“Dad Merrick, don’t cut our roots! Mom just fixed them!”

“Dad Merrick, my butt still hurts! No, no, no!”

Tristan couldn’t believe it. One sentence from Merrick and they were shivering.

Merrick stepped forward, and the flower beasts scattered, petals drifting. They put real distance between themselves and him.

He walked back to the crate and set Tristan inside. Tristan was stuck in fox form with no bio-armor. Getting hurt out here wasn’t a joke.

His crate was mithril with an internal circulation system. Just right for a little fox.

Nearby. Sylas had a crew working on a new taint pool. Everyone was sweating and grinning like they couldn’t stop.

“At this rate, two people clear forty cores. Twelve clear two-forty. The whole zone’s got just over a thousand clustered cores. We’ll be done in under a week.”

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