The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Chapter 5

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e hit the rough bark of a massive ancie

e had killed, but they were still the size of lions.

unded directly

overed in vibrant, toxic-looking scales, was slithering down t

ched in her th

override her logic. She forced her trembling hands into the main compartment, desperately fumbling for the two specific items she had packed as

let out a low b

imed the spray bottle at the wolf

oaring orange flame e

a high-pitched sound of pure terror. It twisted mid-air, crashing into t

e the snake recoil instantly, slitheri

e fire, whining, but they didn't leave. Th

e lighter lit, and frantically swept dry leaves and dead twigs into a pile i

ling campfire

t beyond the edge of the illumination, thei

her teeth chattering. She kept feeding the fire with whatev

he fuel within he

shrink. The circle

owered their heads, creeping forward inch by in

her pack. She snapped it out to its full length, gripping the ru

ounded behind he

unched itself from the brush,

w her weight to the left. The snake's fangs grazed the fabric

l bat. The metal shaft cracked against the sna

slipped on the damp moss. She fell hard, her left ha

ing her burned han

ing the wolves

es lunged simultaneously, le

e caught one wolf in the shoulder, but the wolf on

y. The force ripped the pole from Elean

s defe

Its jaws opened, aiming for her face. Th

eyes shut and threw h

e through

of pure, unadulterated human rage, s

ts ears pinning flat against its skull. The predators looked i

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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.”