Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave

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head up, her eyes meeting a pair of

the tribe. He was shirtless, his torso a landscape of

the damp black hair clinging to her collarbones

les erupted from the other male Sh

beings capable of soothing a male's volatile energy. Because they were

his primitive mating ritual. She kept her face blank

nto her path, his massive

heeks flushing a deep red. "You.

with the eager expression of a dog presenting a bone, he reached into a

holding it out to her. "I found it

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her mouth t

jecting a tribal warrior's courtship in public will provoke hostility. Give

r mouth shut. The

s of her mouth up int

hand and took the heavy fruit

ick, striped tiger tail materialized out of thin air, wa

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ing his hands. "No need. I have to

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said coldly, leaning into her villaino

m, clutching the pot and the pomelo to her chest. Sh

n door shut, dropping the h

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minutes for the water to reach a rolling boil, but she refused to compromise. It wasn't completely sterile, but boiled water was infinitely safer than rubbing raw, bacteria-laden stream filth int

to wipe away the black mud and

way, his true feature

, dark lashes. Even unconscious and battered, his face possessed a

he face of a l

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