The Discarded Heiress Owns The Wasteland

hrobbing pain exploded at the base of her skull,

leaner and expensive perfume. Not the w

ushing herself up into a crouch. Her hands curled into fists, knuckles w

s, racks of clothes. A place for the p

within her flooded her brain. Not just of the wasteland she had conquered-the decade spent as a ruthless warlord scavenging radioactive ruins, figh

one never could: shift. She could feel the beast coiled inside her ribs-a massive, fanged creature of fur and claw. In this strange future

eels echoed from the hallway. F

ight from the corridor spil

t body. Her face was a mask of concern, but her eyes flickered

orward, hands outstretched

side. Coralie's hands grabbed nothing but air. She st

Casey said. Her vo

"Casey, I'm so worried about you. You fell... you need to sign the cont

Coralie. The girl was a terrible liar. Her pulse was

to an assistant waiting by the door, who quickly brought a holograp

oice dropping to a whisper. "She said if you

es narrowed. A chill settled in her gaze. She reach

tain the audience. The usual degrading spectacle designed to break people like her. She scrolled down, fast. Her eyes, trained by a decade of scanning for

ear on Planet A13 shall be granted absolute ownership o

ue. They thought they were sending a weak, disgraced girl to die on a monster-infested world, torn apart by b

going to live. She was going to win.

"I know it's scary, Casey. The wild planet is da

calculation in her eyes ma

e pressed the tip to the screen. Coralie held

were sharp, aggressive, slashing ac

flashed. Con

om. She stood up straight. She was taller than Coralie. The height advantage,

back another st

walked past Coralie, her shoulder brushing

e door handle an

like strobes, blinding her. Microphones were shov