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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Author: Shore Tour
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1418    |    Released on: Today at 11:06

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beneath her feet. One moment she was a diligent graduate student-the next, she was falling into the unknown. Air rushed past her ears in a deafening roar, tearing the scream from her throat. Her stomach violently shoved it

pitch-black v

ir pressure shifted so violently her eardrums popped. A massive, invisible force l

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he kinetic force still rattled her skull. Her teeth clamped down on her tongue. The metallic tas

reath felt like a knife dragging acro

ch of rotting vegetation and animal musk. She pushed herself up on trembling hands. Through the tangled mess of her blonde

uld soothe the violent, berserk frenzies that plagued every male. Without a female, a male would spiral into madness and death. With one, he gained stability and power. Because females outnumbered males by so few, a single high-ranking female could legally bond with multiple males-a polyandrous pack that

c beeping cut th

rning on her smartwatch flashed. The GPS signal

ched for the zipper of the tactical pouch on her waist. She needed her flashli

l vibrated through th

breath trapped it

ked onto her. A head emerged. It was a wolf, but the proportions were entirely wrong. The sk

teeth the size of hunting knives, hitting the dead leaves with a faint, ac

to obey. They felt like lead. She scrambled backward on

wolf launc

f muscle and fur flying straight for her thro

cing scream and threw her arms over her face, brac

crunch echoed t

ray of hot, foul-smelling liquid spl

, her eyes s

was pinned against the trunk of a massive

e was a towering wall of muscle, his skin deeply tanned and crisscrossed with thick,

d, snapping its

is throat. He twisted his torso, the muscles in his back bun

rough the air. It entered the wolf's open mouth and punched strai

paws tore at the mud, then went entirely l

he wolf's snout, gripped the wooden shaft of the spear, and y

ff the weapon. Slowly

locked on

ie or turn into a mindless killer. And you-you are his only chance. In this world, females hold all the power. You can refuse him, and he will obey your command. Or you can claim hi

His nostrils flared. Beneath the scent of wolf blood and mud, he caught it. A sweet, clean scent.

under his heavy weight. He blocked out the light,

r hand frantically clawing at the zipper of her pouch. She ripped it open and yanked out the canist

e screamed, her

and the sounds coming from her mouth. They were sharp, like a f

mov

d to press down on the trigger, a massive, call

, her fingers springing open. Th

nor's feet left the ground. She crashed hard against his chest. His skin

ike a key finding its lock. The world had turned upside down. She was no longer a graduate student. She was a female in a realm where her kind ruled, wher

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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride
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“The darkness of the Yale archaeological dig site swallowed Eleanor whole, dropping her straight into a lethal, prehistoric jungle. Before she could even process the bizarre time jump, a massive prehistoric wolf attacked her, only for her to be saved-and immediately claimed-by Jace, a towering, blood-soaked savage chief who marked her as his mate. Dragged back to his primitive camp, her nightmare only escalated. When she used her modern first-aid kit to save a dying hunter whose stomach had been ripped open, the tribe didn't thank her. Instead, a jealous tribeswoman named Greta and a ruthless Shaman incited a violent, torch-wielding mob. "Burn the witch before we all die!" They marched on the Chief's cave, demanding Eleanor be burned alive, claiming her life-saving stitches and antibiotics were dark magic that would curse them all. Eleanor was terrified and furious. She had just pulled a man back from the brink of death using basic medical science, yet she was about to be slaughtered by a mindless mob simply because they couldn't understand her language. Was she really going to be burned at the stake for an act of pure salvation? But when the hunter's fever broke and he walked out alive, the angry mob dropped to their knees in absolute reverence. Looking at her dying lighter and finite supplies, Eleanor realized that fear wouldn't keep her alive in this brutal world. She pulled out her tactical pen, deciding to drag this savage tribe out of the dark ages herself.”