The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Chapter 4

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slab of meat toward Eleanor's face. The outside was charr

lood and unrendered fat made her gag. She pressed herself

e edge of the bed. He tore a piece of the meat off

face, down to the rapid rise and fall of her chest beneath the

at. He tossed the r

r could blink

d. Eleanor screamed as she was dragged flat onto her back, sli

from his skin sank into her bones. His hea

He didn't know how zippers worked. He simply

n tore with a

e!" Eleano

med the tactical flashlight directly into Jace's f

t erupted in the dark cave. The strobe funct

ark cave, took the full, unfiltered blast of the tactical strobe. He dropp

light with both hands. She aimed the jagged, c

ery ounce of adre

ashed into Jace's tem

s massive body swayed for a second before collapsi

ng in jagged breaths. She stared at his motionless body

rty seconds. H

y she almost fell. She grabbed the flashlight, clic

m her ruined jacket, and wrapped it tightly around her b

to the cav

st of the tribe was asleep. The two guards at the bottom of th

all. She slid down the path, placing her bo

side. Eleanor froze, her blood turning to ice. She he

shadows cast by the fires. The moment her boots hit the so

k woods, running until her lung

ugh the canopy. Within twenty minutes

rickets stopped chirping. A foul, mu

nd came from t

stoppe

ly green eyes opened. Then another pair

iant prehistoric wolves, their lips curled back to expose

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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.”