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The Savage Chief's Coveted Modern Bride

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 839    |    Released on: Today at 11:05

w exploded from

of his head where Eleanor had struck him. His steps carried a faint, almost imperceptible stagger from the severe concussion, but the sheer, unadu

his spear. He

the spine of the wolf closest to Eleanor. A sickening crack echoed through

oned Eleanor and lun

e. He reached out with both hands and grab

arms bulged, thick veins popping against his skin. With a

bone was deafening. Jace ripped the al

ace's chest and face. He tossed the

hey tucked their tails between their legs and

lent, save for Jace's h

His dark eyes locked onto Eleanor, who was curled

d hit him. She had run away

o long strides. He towered ove

her eyes shut, wa

hands reached out. He didn't strike her. His rough fingers gen

her palm, and the dirt covering her clothes. The violent rage

ze snapped to the g

back. It coiled, ready t

ight behind its head before it could move. The snake wra

pop sounded as he crushed the snake's skull to mush.

was staring at him, her chest h

eached out and used his thumb to gently

covered in gore who had just ripped a wolf apart with h

illed over her eyelashes, tracin

to wipe them away with the back of his hand, only s

his camp. Yet, at this exact moment, he was also the only impenetrable barrier between her and a gruesome death. Logic screamed at her to keep her distance, but the primal, overwhelming instinct to s

n, his massive arms wrapped around her, pulling her tightly agai

eartbeat, Eleanor felt the first sliver of safe

out. The darkness rushed in,

d up, cradling her against his

learing, spears raised, panting heavily. They stopped dead, staring

n't say a word. He adjusted his grip on Elea

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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.”