Matched To Nine Arrogant Billionaire Mates

Chapter 5

Word Count: 668 | Released on: 25/06/2026

p, the sharp, sterile scent of

, his muscles protesting, and saw that his wounds had been e

eo Stryker, rushing into the room. Leo's face was

rough croak. His first words were

ou fin

dawned. "Sir, our teams scoured the area. There was no trace. It

mmed a fist against the side of the pod, the impact jarri

ch he had never clearly seen, but her form. The deadly grace of her movements, t

would find her. The thought was an obsession, m

ression, then cleared his throat hesit

minal, projecting a document

atory matching notification arrived

patiently over the screen

, grasping refugee, her hands outstretched, h

saved him in the forest. He would not, could not, accept another woman. Es

elt like ash in his

erran refugee who just promoted t

epened. "Has the system gone ma

him to take a mate, to produce an heir, to solidify his position as lord.

nstant and absolut

your m

an. Offer her money. A substantial amount. Get her to

er territories, a large sum of credits would be an irr

will be done," Leo

Jaxon commanded, wav

ately to his mysterious savior. He opened a secure

y skilled, operating in the Umbral Forest. I don't care who she is

ought with fierce conviction,

as desperately searching for, and the refugee

apartment in the lower districts. He set a course, preparing to deal with

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Xin Miaomiao Fantasy

“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.”