After Giving Birth, All My Beast Ex-Husbands Suddenly Want Me Back-Chapter 152: Dreams

"Boss, this little female is stunning," one of the males sneered, his narrow eyes glinting with a predatory hunger as he stared at Nina. "Looks like today’s our lucky day."

"Stunning indeed. First time I’ve ever seen a female this beautiful," another, his face twisted with brutality, licked his lips. "We’re taking her back to the cave—no matter what."

Behind him stood more than twenty rough, unruly males, their presence thick with menace.

Nina had only stepped out for a quiet walk. She hadn’t brought many with her—mostly Odian, along with Ming, Taru, and a few others.

They were outnumbered.

"Are those beastmen... rogues?" Nina asked softly.

"Most likely," Odian replied.

Yanai glanced toward Sal. "Want to go scare them off with a roar?"

Sal cast the group a dismissive look. "Do you think just any rogue is worthy of being my underling?"

One glance was enough—these were wild rogues, untamed and unaffiliated. Definitely not from Abyss City.

The ghost wolves cracked their knuckles, eyes gleaming. Heh... today, we’ll show them what a real rogue looks like.

The scar-faced male stepped forward and barked, "Grab that female. Kill the rest."

He folded his arms, utterly confident, waiting for his men to drag Nina back for his pleasure.

They were all fifth-rank rogues or higher—veterans of countless raids on tribes. Taking down a mere dozen beastmen would be effortless.

"Yes!"

The rogues surged forward like a dark tide.

Odian and the others were about to step in—but Nina raised a hand, stopping them.

"Let me."

Her abilities had grown stronger recently. This was the perfect chance to test them—to steady and refine her power.

Without hesitation, Odian and the others withdrew behind her.

The rogues sneered in contempt. Those males were pathetic—hiding behind a female.

But they didn’t slow.

They charged straight at her.

Not far away, the merfolk watched in alarm.

"Your Majesty, those males are useless! Please—go help Lady Nina!" one urged anxiously.

How could they let her stand alone?

Lex had just stepped forward—only to freeze.

From the earth, countless vines erupted skyward. In an instant, they coiled and lashed, forming a living prison that swallowed every rogue whole.

The vines struck like whips.

Crack—!

The air was filled with screams.

The rogues struggled, but the more they fought, the tighter the vines constricted. Flesh split. Blood seeped. Their cries turned hoarse, then faint.

In moments, they were battered beyond recognition—broken, bleeding, barely clinging to life.

From the sidelines, the little ones burst into cheers.

"Wow! Mom is amazing!"

The merfolk stared in awe. "Lady Nina... is so powerful..."

Behind her, the males watched with undisguised admiration.

Being protected by Nina... feels incredible.

Nina lowered her hand, her expression calm, as if nothing remarkable had happened.

"I’ll leave the rest to you."

With that, she took the little ones and continued forward, as though this had been nothing more than a brief interruption in a peaceful stroll.

From the moment their leader spoke, she had already judged them—these rogues had committed too many evils to be spared.

There was no need to keep them alive.

The aftermath... could be handled by the others.

Sal instructed the ghost wolves to clean up what remained, and soon after, they caught up to Nina—resuming their quiet walk as if the violence had never occurred.

The merfolk continued trailing behind them, their presence quiet but persistent.

"Ah... I didn’t expect the little female to be that strong. I didn’t even get a chance to act," Lex sighed regretfully.

He glanced at the other merfolk, mischief flickering in his eyes. Should we try again?

They immediately scattered away from him.

"Your Majesty, if you want to go, go by yourself—we’re not getting involved."

Lady Nina was far too powerful. None of them had any desire to end up as dead fish.

Lex considered it for a moment, then reluctantly abandoned the idea... for now.

Perhaps it was because she was in a good mood, but as they wandered, Nina drifted farther than usual.

The valley here was breathtaking—clear streams weaving through lush greenery, mountains rising in gentle layers, the air fresh and alive.

She slowed, taking it in, a faint smile touching her lips.

"This place is beautiful," she said. "Let’s have lunch here."

"Alright. You and the little ones can play nearby—we’ll prepare the meal," Odian replied.

The males quickly got to work, while Nina led the children off to play.

Not far away, Aviel kept stealing glances at her, still conflicted over the method Viann had suggested.

Seeing the others occupied, Lex’s eyes lit up.

Now’s my chance.

He slipped closer to Nina, transforming—his legs dissolving into a stunning blue fish tail that shimmered under the sunlight like rippling jewels.

Then, gritting his teeth, he shut his eyes and ripped off several of his own scales.

Nina had been chasing after the children, laughter trailing behind her as she circled through a grove.

When she returned, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in her path.

Lex cradled his injured tail, now marred with ragged wounds, his expression fragile and pitiful.

"Little female... I ran into rogue beasts earlier and got hurt. Could you... help me?"

His gaze was full of hopeful vulnerability.

She’s kind... she’ll definitely take me home.

Then he glanced at the child in her arms.

Little one... have some pity on your father...

Nina looked at him.

In his beast form, he was breathtaking—an exquisitely beautiful face, a body sculpted like marble, and beneath it, that radiant blue tail gleaming under the sun.

Now, however, the tail was covered in wounds.

Paired with his pitiful expression, he looked utterly heart-wrenching.

Any ordinary beastman would have been moved—would have taken him home, tended to him, cherished him.

But Nina only gave him a brief, indifferent glance.

Then, holding the child, she walked straight past him as if he didn’t exist.

The child didn’t even turn back.

Lex froze.

It felt as though a thousand knives had pierced his heart.

He stared at their retreating figures, devastated.

I’m already this pitiful... and she doesn’t even care? Not even the child?

Hidden in the shadows, the merfolk sighed.

...Another failed plan.

Suddenly... Nina stopped.

She took a few steps back.

Returned to his side.

Lex’s dimmed eyes instantly lit up.

She does care about me—!

Before the thought could fully form, Nina lifted her foot and stepped directly onto the wounds on his tail—twice.

Then she turned and walked away without a second glance.

The child stuck out their tongue at him, covering their mouth as they giggled.

What a silly fish... trying to trick Mother and me.

The merfolk instinctively clutched their own legs, wincing.

Those two steps... that looked painful.

Lex held his now even more battered tail, sinking into silent despair.

***

After lunch, Nina played a while longer before heading back.

That night, once the children had fallen asleep, Sal wasted no time—he scooped Nina up and carried her into the room.

Then she watched, wide-eyed, as he began taking out all sorts of... equipment and little items.

Sal flashed a wicked grin. "Nina... you can’t play favorites."

Nina instinctively leaned back.

Oh no... I’m definitely not sleeping tonight.

And sure enough, the males in the neighboring rooms spent yet another sleepless night.

By the latter half of the night, Nina was utterly exhausted—but her sleep was restless.

Dreams came, one after another.

And in every dream, there was a little girl.

"Father, the dress is so pretty!"

The little girl spun in delight, her new skirt fluttering around her as she beamed up at the man before her.

He lifted her into his arms, smiling faintly.

"As long as Nina likes it. From now on, every beautiful dress in Spirit Stone City will be yours."

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her face glowing with joy.

But the happiness shattered as quickly as it came.

The scene broke apart.

The little girl appeared elsewhere.

Suppressing the pain in her small hands, she carefully carried a bowl of porridge she had made herself into a room.

Inside, a man was speaking with a subordinate.

Soon, the subordinate left.

The girl approached, holding out the bowl.

"Father, I made this... please try it."

Her eyes were filled with hope.

But the man didn’t even glance at her.

His face was cold, impatient.

"No need. There are servants for that. Don’t meddle—just stay in your room and don’t come out."

She didn’t want to give up.

She placed the bowl closer to him.

"Father, I worked on it for a long time... just one bite, please?"

Annoyance flared in his eyes.

With a sharp wave of his hand, the bowl was knocked aside.

It shattered, porridge spilling across the floor—white grains mixed with shredded meat and greens.

The little girl froze.

Then stumbled back, her eyes instantly filling with tears.

That rice... she had saved it for so long.

That porridge... she had cooked it with such care.

The man seemed to realize he had gone too far.

His tone softened, though only slightly.

"I told you I don’t need it. Go back."

She left, her small figure weighed down with disappointment.

More dreams followed.

The same longing.

The same attempts to please.

The same quiet heartbreak.

Then... The scene shifted again.

A dark, suffocating underground chamber.

The little girl was pinned down, her limbs restrained as she struggled desperately.

A woman approached, holding a long, slender bone needle.

Tears streamed down the girl’s face as she looked at her.

"Mother... please... it hurts..."

But the woman’s gaze was cold.

Unmoved.

She stepped forward and, without hesitation, drove the bone needle straight into the girl’s heart.

"NO!"

Nina jolted awake.

Her back was drenched in cold sweat, her breath uneven.

Was that... a dream?

Why did it feel so real?

Why had she suddenly seen those memories?

Why weren’t they part of the original owner’s recollections?

And why... Did it feel as though she had lived through them herself?