The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Chapter 2

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ing with every ounce of strength she had. It was like

ensitive skin of her neck, right at the collarbone. He in

or's body. The sheer animalistic natur

med in English. She jerked her knee u

, taking the blow against his thick thigh muscle without a flinch. His a

nder the pressure. Tears of pure, physiological pain spra

f confusion crossed his harsh features, but his grip didn't loosen. Instead, h

waist. He pulled out a thick cord of animal sinew. Strung on it wa

a single, harsh sentence in a guttural lang

going to stab her eyes out. She thrashed wildly

e. He reached out and clamped his large fin

vy wolf tooth dropped against her collarbone. Th

e's eyes changed. The predatory calculation vanis

his was a mark. A brand. She shook her head frantically, her pin

warning growl. His grip on her jaw ti

his mouth d

rutal, claiming force. His teeth clashed agai

rror and humiliation. She clamped

ainful pressure to force her lips apart. He invaded her mouth, his tongue sweeping i

violent anger flared in her chest. She waited for a fr

fresh blood

ed back. A drop of bright red

to wipe her mouth violently. She glared at him, h

He didn't look angry. He looked thrilled.

Jace bent his knees. His thick arm swe

flipped up

er into the air and slammed her

stomach. She hammered her fists against h

to the dead wolf, bent down, and yanked hi

er, the dead wolf shrinking in the distance.

the distance, carrying her deeper into the su

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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.”