Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave

Chapter 6

Word Count: 637 | Released on: 11/05/2026

s felt paralyzed under the weight

his face, down to the clean linen robe she wore, and finally up

t fade. Instead, it twisted into a loo

ackward, trying to sc

d wounds. A muffled groan escaped his lips as his face d

leaned forward, her hands outstretched.

sical strike. Elijah's entire body went

pt his golden eyes locked onto Kaylee, watching

mind, the sound like shattering glass. "Tar

just saved him. She had cleaned him, medicated him, and

unded like sandpaper grinding against s

is legs. He inhaled the strange, ster

In his deeply traumatized mind,

ndness. She did not heal. Therefore, this had to b

twisting his lips. "You want me to think I'm safe, just so you c

in surrender. "No! I just... I cleaned your wounds. I

ed Elijah's pupils to con

s indeed inside her hut and not hanging from the t

immediately found th

hollow light. "You thought Silas was going to kill me too quickly.

voice was now a blaring red siren. "Soul-d

rt lodged in

e kindness was perceived as a horrific threat. Her gentle tone, her soft touches-they were triggerin

nurse, they would be dead

oia using the only logic h

er eyes for a fraction of a second, burying h

her eyes, they w

ng tall. She looked down at Elijah, who was curle

r chest, tilted her chin up, an

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“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.”