Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 3

Word Count: 964 | Released on: 25/06/2026

was unrecognizable from before. No longer a trembling refugee scrambling for survival, s

lderness beasts, claiming only a single Level

e barriers of her Tier Three status already cracking, begging for a stronger surge

ocious bestial roar tore through the forest's oppressive s

to a razor edge. Pressing herself against the damp tree trunk, she p

orm torn and blood-soaked, golden hair matted with fresh crimson. This was Jaxon Stryker, a renowned elite w

ippling muscle and razor-sharp curved horns, charged at

t his injuries were grievous. A gaping, deep gash sliced across his entire back, staining the fallen leaves and

sive head, tensing its muscular limbs

r, and the cruel loneliness of being abandoned with no one to turn to for salvation. She had clawed her way o

r like a swift black wraith, movin

enzied rage, swinging its massive horns wildly in chaotic destruction. Clara weaved nimbly around its frantic charges, a phantom of lethal precision, slicing through the thick tendons in its fore and hind legs with ever

o the ground, motionless. Thick silence fe

evere blood loss. Yet a unique scent cut through the heavy stench of blood and rot-fresh rain intertwined with faint flor

ling salve onto his lap. "Use it quickly. Your open wou

glowing Level 4 bio-core with clean, practiced movement

ugh her veins-this was exactly what s

th the lowered hood, fixating on her deep, unreadable dark brown eyes. "Wait. I am Jaxon Stryker, heir of the S

eady, and unyielding. "This core is

ore Jaxon could utter another word, leaving him

et his heart thundered with fierce resolve. He wou

al-wave power crashed through her body, bringing searing, agonizing pain. Drawing on the meticulous control from her past life, she guided the rampant

her body before quickly dissipat

e qualified for advanced elite mate matching. Please p

lara stood calmly inside the bustling Imperium Bonding Registry. She pressed

0. Biological Level 4. Advanced el

surprise. "Detected extreme genetic uniqueness and top-tier latent potential. Syste

. Nine? It was an un

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“As a lowly Terran refugee in a brutal world, I risked my life to hunt a Level 4 beast just to qualify for the Imperium's advanced partner matching. I thought it was my ticket to a better life, but the system unexpectedly assigned me nine elite partners, and it quickly turned into a nightmare. Because of my refugee status, these high-level males despised me before we even met. The city's wealthiest billionaire called me from a fake account, pretending to be a starving, debt-ridden gambler just to scare me into canceling the match. An ancient aristocrat planned to lock me in his remote outer bailey, intending to use me as a disposable medical tool. And the military commander, Jaxon Stryker-the very man whose life I had just saved in the deadly Umbral Forest-sent his assistant to my cramped apartment. "Commander Stryker is prepared to offer you a substantial sum to terminate the contract." I looked at the astronomical number glowing on the credit chip. In their eyes, I was just a cheap burden, a gold-digging parasite that could be paid to go away. They had no idea that I had single-handedly slaughtered a giant pythonoid, nor did they know I was the fierce savior Jaxon was currently tearing the city apart to find. A cold smile spread across my face. "Tell your Commander that if he wants to terminate the contract, he can come tell me himself." I slammed the door in the assistant's face. Since they wanted to play games, I would show these arrogant elites exactly what this Terran refugee was made of.”