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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 854    |    Released on: Today at 11:05

how long he carried her. Eventually, the dense trees began to thin. The sharp scent of

d out of th

was a sprawling camp built into the side of a rocky cliff, dott

stopped butchering an animal carcass. They let out loud, barking cheer

on. The entire tribe stopped what they were doing. Dozens

uried her face into the rough fur of Jace's loi

front. She wore a pristine white animal pelt and a necklace of

resting against Eleanor's collarbone. Her face went pale, then flus

anor couldn't understand the exact words, the venomous translation was clear from the crowd's gasps: "The C

t out a single, deafening roar th

p back. Greta froze, the color draining from her face. She clamp

ht through the center of the camp, heading toward t

cave. The air instantly cooled, sme

slab of stone covered in a thick, striped pelt t

clutched her tactical backpack to her chest, pressing her spine a

cave entrance. He grabbed a boulder the size of a mini-fridge and effortles

ed water into a crude wooden bowl, and walked ba

e dirty water, then at the dried blood still smear

l to his own lips and drained it in three

the wolf tooth on her neck, then thumped his

f the cave, his heavy foot

r muscles turned to jelly. She slumped again

d to g

h led straight down into the main camp. Two massive men with spears stood

sneaking out

as she pulled out her inventory: a multi-tool knife, two bottles of water, thr

t-grade aluminum, heavy and solid. She checked the

ding it inside the long sleeve of her win

The smell of searing fat and b

d her and pulled her knees to her chest, feigning absolute terror. But ins

e held a massive chunk of roasted meat, grease dripping do

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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride
The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride
“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.”