I Was The Only Omega In The Beast World-Chapter 63: CP: Entry Of The Tribe Saintess

"The bearer has proven her worth_"

" Chief. Wait. "

Granite was speaking but his voice got interrupted by a high pitched female voice.

A female.

Young one.

In her twenties.

The tribe’s Saintess.

The murmurs died as the crowd parted like water around a stone.

She moved through the gap with practiced grace—chin high, shoulders back, every step calculated to draw attention. Her fabric were finer than anyone else’s, decorated with polished stones and intricate tribal patterns that was astonishing and beautiful at the same time. The dusty brown waves of her hair had been carefully arranged, adorned with small flowers despite it being late winter.

But it was the tattoos that made Alex’s breath catch.

Mate marks covered her arms, her shoulders, her neck—visible where her fur fabric couldn’t cover.

Unlike the simple, starred designs on Alex’s own body—Naga’s serpent coiled around his left abdomen (five stars), Leo’s lion pride mark on back of his right shoulder (five stars)—these were elaborate, sprawling things.

Ten different designs.

But the stars... the stars told a different story.

One mark had three stars. Two had two stars. The four had only one and the rest didn’t even had one.

[YIKES. That’s... that’s a LOT of mates.]

" Mate what? " Alex asked. Genuinely confused to why she had so many tattoos. It looked ugly on her. They look like patch of dark ink on her skin.

[ Oh, I forgot to tell you, right? The number of tattoos on a female’s body represent number of mates she has. For example, you have two tattoos on your body meaning you got two mates. And number of stars on the tattoo’s head represents how powerful one’s mate is. ]

[ Both of your mates got five stars meaning they all are extremely powerful. Maybe powerful enough singlehandedly to destroy a small tribe. ]

" What? They are that powerful? "

[ Yeah. They just hadn’t showed their full strength yet in fear you might become afraid of them. ]

[ Okay. Back to the main topic, this girl has multiple tattoos but all of them are mediocre or weak. ]

[Translation: She collected them for STATUS, not love. This is gonna be MESSY.] 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

"Saintess Amber," Granite said, and there was something careful in his tone. Respectful, but... tired. "You have something to add?"

"I do, Chief." Her voice was sweet as honey, but there was steel underneath.

She stopped beside the platform, positioning herself perfectly in the firelight so everyone could see her. "I couldn’t help but overhear this... this stranger’s proposal."

She turned to look at Alex—and her cognac eyes were cold despite the smile on her face.

"Forgive me," she said, not sounding sorry at all.

"But I haven’t properly introduced myself. I am Amber, Saintess of the Mountain Bear Tribe, blessed by the ancestors, keeper of sacred rituals, and spiritual guide to our people."

She gestured gracefully to her mate marks.

"I have devoted my life to this tribe. Ten mates, all chosen to strengthen our bloodlines and forge alliances with neighboring territories. I have borne three cubs—strong, healthy heirs who will lead future generations."

[OH. OH SHE’S THAT KIND OF SAINTESS. Got it. This is a dominance display.]

"It’s an honor to meet you," Alex said politely, because refusing to engage would just make this worse.

"Is it?" Amber’s smile sharpened. "How interesting. You seem very... comfortable here. For a stranger. A pregnant stranger with only two mates."

Her eyes flicked to Naga and Leo with barely concealed disdain. "Apex predators, I’m told. How... unusual."

"We’re traveling," Alex said evenly. "We came to trade, not to—"

"To trade," Amber interrupted, voice rising slightly so the whole tribe could hear. "For the Bronze Stone. Our most sacred artifact. The source of our tribe’s vitality for five generations."

She turned to address the crowd directly.

"And what does this stranger offer in return? Salt?" She laughed—light, dismissive.

"Seeds? A box of bees? These are merchant goods. Clever tricks from a traveling bearer trying to impress us. But they are NOT worth the Bronze Stone."

Murmurs rippled through the crowd—uncertain, wavering.

Alex felt his stomach drop.

[UH OH. She’s good at this. She’s turning them against you.]

"The sweet syrup Regeneration Kit alone is worth—" Boulder started, but Amber cut him off with a graceful gesture.

"Is worth much, yes. I don’t deny the value. But is it worth our sacred artifact?" She looked around the gathering, meeting eyes, working the crowd like a politician.

"Is it worth the protection that stone has given us through harsh winters, through attacks from rival territories, through five generations of leadership?"

She paused for effect.

"I think not."

"Saintess Amber raises valid concerns," one of the older advisors said slowly. "The Bronze Stone has protected us—"

"The Bronze Stone has protected you," Alex interrupted, keeping his voice calm but firm.

"But at what cost? How many of you have had to touch it during rituals? How many times has it drained your energy to maintain its power?"

Silence.

Several bears exchanged glances.

"That’s part of sacred duty," Amber said quickly.

"Sacrifice for the tribe—"

"Is noble," Alex agreed. "But unnecessary. What I’m offering doesn’t require sacrifice. It doesn’t drain anyone. It just... works. Permanently. Without cost."

He turned to address the tribe directly.

"The wolves had a sacred artifact too—a crystal that promised fertility. But it required constant rituals, constant energy from their bearers, constant sacrifice. And it was failing. Three generations of empty cradles despite everything they tried."

He met Granite’s eyes.

"I gave them something better. The Essence of Renewal—no rituals required, no energy drain, just permanent healing for their entire territory. And I’m offering you the same thing. Not a replacement for the Bronze Stone—something in addition to what you already have. Food security. Sustainability. A future where your tribe thrives."

"Pretty words," Amber said, but there was less confidence in her voice now. "But words are easy. How do we know these ’gifts’ will work as promised? How do we know this isn’t just—"

"Test them," Alex said simply. "Right now. The preservation salt—bring meat. Boulder, salt it, store it, check it tomorrow. The seeds—plant them. See if they grow in mountain soil. The honeycom_sweet syrup kit—follow the instructions. All of it can be verified."

He pulled up his system interface again.

"And if you’re worried about my credentials—I have three divine artifacts already. The Black Stone from the Cave of Serpents. The Golden Stone which I dealt with a dragon to get from lion tribe. The Silver Fang, traded fairly with Chief Lucas of the Northern Wolf Pack."

He materialized all three stones—let them hover in the air, pulsing with their respective energies.

The tribe gasped.

Even Amber faltered—staring at the artifacts with something like hunger in her eyes.

[OH SHE WANTS THEM. Look at that expression. She’s JEALOUS.]