The Ultimate Beast World Glow-Up novel Chapter 60

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Chapter 60 He’s My Husband

He stepped to Rosalie’s side and asked gently, “Did they scare you?”

“Someone needs to explain this to me,” Julien said, frowning as he raised his voice.

“How did a lunatic get into the House of Delicacies?”

Reva’s face flushed with embarrassment.

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She was a woman, precious and respectable; how could she be insulted, especially in front of Rosalie?

She pointed at Rosalie and gritted her teeth. “What kind of spell did you feed this beastman?”

Then Reva suddenly remembered Rosalie’s past. She turned to Julien with a smug smile. “Oh, right. You don’t know what my sister used to do, do you?

“Once you find out, you won’t like her

won’t like her anymore.

“Those things she did were absolutely vile.”

She stared at Rosalie wickedly, trying to find fear on a face that looked so much like her own. Rosalie stayed calm, her expression unreadable.

Anger burned in Reva’s chest. She lashed out without thinking.

“Everyone knows your husbands were drugged and you forced them to be with you.

“And now you’ve got your eyes on someone else. Planning to drug him too?”

Rosalie didn’t move.

Reva shouted, “No one’s sharing your bed until now, right?

“So

you feel lonely and came to this place, trying to seduce some other man?”

Smack! The sharp sound echoed. Reva’s head snapped to the side. She covered her painful cheek and stared at Julien in disbelief.

“You-how dare you hit me!”

“Matriarch!” Brock shouted in panic as he rushed in. Several beastmen followed behind him, red animal-hide bands tied across their shoulders.

Rosalie’s eyes darkened. Wardens. This just got complicated.

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The beast world was harsh, but order still existed. Groups like the Wardens protected women and enforced the rules.

The newcomers looked grim. They had seen everything. A man striking a woman was a serious

offense.

The leader was tall and broad. He wasn’t someone they could brush aside.

Elijah gave Rosalie a subtle shake of his head. The situation wasn’t something they could interfere with.

“She is a protected woman,” the leader said coldly. “Striking her calls for ten lashes as a warning to others.”

Whip!

A barbed whip hit the ground. Its thorns gleamed sharply.

Reva lifted her chin in pride and sneered at Rosalie. “See? Anyone who gets close to you ends badly.”

She walked up to Julien and lifted his chin with one finger, her voice turning soft. “If you agree to become mine, I can forgive you, and you won’t need to face the whip.”

Julien let out a cold laugh. “You think you’re worthy?”

“Beat him!” Reva screamed. “Beat him now!”

Her

eyes

burned with rage. She wanted to tear this ungrateful beastman apart.

She looked so much like Rosalie. Why did everyone choose Rosalie instead? Why was everything she wanted always taken away?

Ignoring Elijah’s warning, Rosalie stepped forward and stood in front of Julien, who had already removed his shirt to accept punishment.

Facing the much larger beastman, Rosalie showed no fear. She lifted her chin and met his gaze.

“Julien is my husband,” she said clearly.

“He did that to defend my honor. If someone must be punished, punish me.”

The leader hesitated and looked at Reva. But Reva had no intention of letting Julien go.

Her face twisted with cruelty. Reva accused, “She’s lying! They aren’t registered!”

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Under everyone’s gaze, Rosalie rose onto her toes and pressed her lips beside Julien’s lips.

It was brief; she pulled back almost instantly. She said coldly, “Is that proof enough?”

The beastman tilted his head and shot Brock a sharp look for causing them trouble.

Then he turned to Rosalie and offered an apologetic smile. “Since this is a misunderstanding, we’ll take our leave now.”

Their duty did not include settling disputes between women.

Once those who could back her up left, the only one standing beside Reva was Brock-silent, shaken, and scarred by the previous torture.

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