Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

Chapter 7

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word "mate" sounded so heavy, so

. "I told you, I can't have kids," she mutte

ted through his chest and into her body. "Yo

r eyes widened. Cold sweat broke ou

arge, calloused palm slid under her shirt and rested flat

roking her skin, "but it's pure. Full of life. It'

ng some weird beast-man logic to judge her health. He didn't know

ing his hand away, "I'm not havin

brows deepened. "I am not just a wol

winding path. He seemed annoyed that she had

cliff, half-cave, half-structure. Thick gray stones formed the walls, and heavy wooden

oor open. The smell of dry pine

m, covered in thick, white furs. A fire pit sat in the middle of the floor, w

sank into the soft fur rug coverin

it against a rock. Sparks flew, catching the dry tinder. Within moments,

ud berries. He walked over to a clay jug in the corner, pour

like an offering. His eyes were expectant,

y and popped it into her mouth. It burst with s

he said, her e

mile. It transformed his harsh feat

arved from the tiger's carcass at the trading post. He unwrapped the thick

eat. The smell of roast

tside had barely changed color; the inside was still

the dripping, barely seare

which had been so happy a moment ago, churned

to her mouth, leaning ba

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Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

Evie Schoofs Fantasy

“I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts. Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb. He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me. "She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!" Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs. I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild. Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp. "She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me.”