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Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave

Chapter 5 

Word Count: 1034    |    Released on: 11/05/2026

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d - High-Level B

. She sat back on her hee

d. "So the royal bloodline from the novel-it's re

ase coiled in her stomach. The novel had mentioned his royal awakening, but the syste

d behind that clearanc

indifference. "Furthermore, his hidden status is irr

to be. But if the system was hiding something even from someone who had read

ed groan. It didn't matter what secret lineage he was hiding.

ved down to his chest, gently dabbing

st ached. The sheer brutality of the wounds was sicke

bottle of hemostatic powder. She tilted it, letting

hed the raw flesh, it emit

e floor. A guttural, animalistic roar

apped in some hellish nightmare, bu

acked and elongated. Thick black fur erupted from his skin, an

herself backward, but

black claw gr

hand over her cheek, feeling the warm, sticky slide of her own bloo

s blinding red warning of a soul-detonation echoed louder in her mind than her own terror. If he tore those wounds open and bled out, she would be

fying black claws, she slammed both of her hands down onto his b

you," Kaylee whispered frantically, her

oothing tone of her voice, or the medicine finally taking e

y went limp. The black fur and claws melte

g through the silence. "Target is currently unconscious. His threat perce

she quickly sprinkled the powder over his rema

an fur from her bed and drap

e slumped agains

ure inside the hut plummeted,

and some dry moss from a corner. After several frustrating, skin-scraping

the darkness, casting long, da

on the table. She tore off the thick rind and ate half

hip to a lowly slave was an extreme insult that could get her killed if discovered. She hesitated, her fingers hovering over the fruit. But right now, the dying man needed the sugar and hydration more than sh

ck, she gently lifted his head. She pressed the rim of the w

tinctively, swallowing the

ut thinking, she reached out her free hand to brus

ngertips brushed his skin,

were the glowing, predatory gol

. No grogginess. There was only ab

to hers, and it felt like she was staring down the throat

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Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave
Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave
“Kaylee woke up to the smell of rotting leaves and blood, realizing she had transmigrated into the grimdark fantasy novel she was reading last night. A robotic system in her head immediately delivered a death sentence: she was the tribe's vicious cannon fodder, and the male lead-a brutally tortured slave named Elijah-was currently dying on a totem pole outside. "If he dies, you will face instant soul-detonation." Kaylee rushed to the plaza, using her villainous authority to stop the execution and drag his mangled body back to her hut. But saving him was a nightmare. The original owner's sadism had traumatized him so deeply that her gentle touches and clean bandages only triggered his PTSD. His feral energy spiraled out of control, his golden eyes burning with paranoid terror as he waited for a new, twisted psychological game. To keep his energy from detonating and killing them both, Kaylee was forced to act like a monster. "I didn't save you because I care. A dead slave is useless to me." Only her cruel insults and threats of future torture calmed his broken mind. Adding to her despair, she stumbled upon the novel's supposedly innocent heroine in the forest, only to hear her system detect a terrifying anomaly. The fragile heroine had her own cheat system. Trapped with a paranoid future-tyrant and a rival player manipulating the tribe's strongest warriors, Kaylee shoved a bowl of hot stew at the bleeding slave with a mocking sneer. To survive this hell, she had to play the villain perfectly.”