Claimed By The Ruthless Lycan Warlord

Chapter 4

Word Count: 631 | Released on: 14/05/2026

her hips and avoiding pressure on her broken ribs. T

t lances of pain through her ribs, but she gritted her tee

achete. "So, your clan," he called back, his vo

," she said, her voice breathless from the run. "The leadership is corrupt. They hoar

a shithole,"

hy I was out there alone. They d

d, seemingl

e world

rough the trees ahead. The air temperature p

ntly down behind a thick trunk. He drew

e pale. "The Warlord. He's

d. They too

aggered after them. Each step was agony, her broken ribs grinding, but she clenched her jaw and followed the trail of frost. By

enter kn

man. A g

ctical vest. His eyes were glowing red, devoid of san

re on his neck. Thick, purple-red veins craw

hat wasn't just poison. The vasodilation, the

"That Phantom Vine isn't a normal venom! It's a blood-boiling

ound, his eye

ill burst and he'll bleed out from the inside in ten minutes!

ice. His head snapped up. Those

ndiluted predator. H

y instinct scream

lder. "You're a medic!

Core Grass and snake slough to

e!" Doyle interrupted. "Th

ite. The conventiona

ize it physically," she said, the words tasting like ash in

her. There were no high-level f

He slammed his fists into the gr

human. He was trying to freeze himself.

s the only thing keeping

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Fishin' Floozy Fantasy

“Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden. Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss. She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow. "Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked. Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love. The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body. They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely. Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes? To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild. In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence. But she wasn't going to cower or run away. Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open. The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.”