Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

Chapter 8

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n his hand, then at Cora's pale f

he explained, as if speaking t

mping at the thought of swallowing that. "My tribe... w

"Tribe." He assumed she meant some w

there, watching the flames. The fat sizzled and

was now a shriveled, blacke

he fire and offered it

t gesture, in a very primitive way. She couldn't r

th and bit into th

re tread. The outside was bitter and crumbly, tasting o

eeth. The meat resisted. She pulled hard

ing pain shot t

r cheek. A tear leaked out of the corner of her eye. Her gums

n an instant. He knocked the meat away,

e you hurt?" His voic

ressing her palm against her

the discarded lump of meat. His face fell.

d hurled it across the room. It hi

looked like a giant dog who had just been scolde

his beast who had killed a monster with his bare hands and ter

patted his muscular arm. "It's not your fault. I

ntense. He grabbed her hand that was r

ll go deep into the forest. I will find the softest

t help but s

again, unsatisfied

rising, casting a silver and red glow thro

d in dirt, dried sweat, and blood. Her clot

he way up the mountain. "I want to

ick, white fur from the bed. "I will come w

fur in his hands, imagining herself bathin

t necessary,"

ly, his tone leaving

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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.”