All Chapters of Marrying the Better Beastman: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Celie, you must listen to us. Only by marrying Gideon, the giant shark, will you ever know true happiness."My parents clutched my younger sister's hands, their voices coaxing and insistent.The moment I heard those words, I knew—my biased parents had been reborn as well.For generations, the women of our family had been bound to orc marriages. In our generation now, only my sister and I remained.In our previous life, two suitors came forward: Gideon, the giant shark beastman, and Felix, the hawk beastman.Gideon was rugged, his appearance fierce. His world was deep beneath the waves. Marrying him meant abandoning the land and dwelling in the vast sea.Felix, in contrast, was refined, dignified, his presence commanding. He even vowed to remain in the human city for the sake of his bride.Unwilling to see my frail sister suffer, my parents chose Felix for her. And so I was given to Gideon, bound to the ocean's depths.Day after day, my parents and sister flaunted the bliss of

"You…"Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy.Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had.He couldn't understand my parents.Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.Humans truly were strange.From the look in his eyes, I understood what he wanted to say. I smiled."The past doesn't matter anymore. What matters is that every day from now on, away from that house, will only get better."Felix nodded, half comprehending.After we registered our marriage, he suddenly reached out and clasped my hand."Honey."The word rang out with such force that it didn't even

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them.This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on.My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard.Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me.But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him.Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.So that was it—he only bullied the weak and feared the strong.I smashed everything in the house, valuable or not, until the suffocating weight in my chest eased. Then, with a cold smile at the three cowering figures in the corner, I gathered my belongings and the ruined doll, took Felix's hand, and walked away.As we left, I still caught their voices comforting Celie, "It's fine. Once the floods c

At last, Felix steadied himself and carried me into the sky to see what was happening at the foot of the mountain.Just a few dozen kilometers away lay a small county town. The floods had already begun.Yet the people there still treated it like an ordinary natural disaster. At most, they stocked up on food, believing that once the rain stopped, life would return to normal. After all, entire floors of buildings had been submerged before, but as long as the skies cleared, things eventually recovered.But I knew—this time, the rain would not stop.When we returned, I wrote a letter and asked Felix to deliver it to the county officials. He came back with his hair damp and tousled, eyes shining with pride."I delivered it, Honey. Praise me.""Alright, alright. My husband is the best."Laughing, I tossed him a towel and rubbed his hair dry.We were still busy when another video call from my parents popped up."Avery, is it flooding?"My father sprawled carelessly on a sofa carved

Life with Felix was comfortable. Blissful, even.Even with the apocalypse upon us and sea levels rising, the waters never reached our mountain. Long before the rains, Felix and I had already sold off those city properties and turned them into supplies—enough for the two of us to live on for a lifetime.I grew vegetables indoors under grow lights and kept chickens, ducks, geese, pigs, and cattle on the grounds. It might have been a manor, but I had successfully turned it into a working farm.Felix didn't mind. On the contrary, he loved the pastoral rhythm. Aside from the occasional slip when his instincts urged him to chase the chicks, our days were far better than in our previous life. We even put on a few pounds after the apocalypse.Of course, the foot of the mountain soon drew uninvited guests—residents from the nearby county. The letter had done some good; the local leader read it and reported upward. People began migrating to higher elevations, and our mountain became a destin