Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf

world tilt violently. She squeezed her eyes shut again, waiting for the spinn

natural green, casting heavy shadows over the damp forest floor. The air was thick

sn't Yo

frantically, her fingers closing around the familiar smooth rectangle o

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e. The signal bars were completely empty. She held it up

ds. She wasn't just lost. Sh

going into the backcountry, Zhenzhen. You need to know how to start a fire, how to find water, how to stay alive'-and the ballet training that had sculpted her body since childhood. None of it had prepared her for this. Her amber eyes, a shade too warm for the harsh fluorescent lights of the practice room but pe

silence. The ground beneath her vibrated, a deep tremor that fe

dirt scraping under her nails, until her spine hit the rough bark of a massive tree. She pressed herself ag

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very truck. Its fur was a matted, dirty orange, crisscrossed with old scars. Two massive fangs,

lared, inhaling the air. Then, its huge, slitted pupil

orce, slamming into Cora's chest like a sledgehammer, vibr

of prey in the presence of an apex predator s

tearing her skin. Her lungs burned immediately, gasping for

eaped. It covered ten meters in a single bound. The sh

amming into the muddy ground hard. Her knee exploded in pain, a hot,

ver her. She rolled onto her back, looking up into the gapin

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ver her face, a useless, instinctive gesture. She w

loded from the tr

ead-on at highway speed. The force of the hit sent a shockwave

ened h

shing backward. It slammed into three massive trees in a row, snapping them

n Cora and the

at seemed to glow in the dappled forest light. Its muscles bunched and rolled under its p

It wasn't just a sound; it was a physica

struggled to its feet. It roared in

t met the attack head-on. Its massive jaws opened and cl

wet, tearing noise. The wolf whipped its head to the side, the tiger's limp body follo

nd with a heavy thud. Blood pooled r

shook its head, sending drops of crimson flying

e eyes lock

ought it would break through. She was still sprawled in the mud, her injured knee throbbi

egant. Each paw step was silent despite its size. The pressur

s level with hers. Cora stared into those icy

th. Instead, a wet, warm nose pressed against her neck. The wol

to her shoulder. It was smelling her. Specifically, it was smell

completely foreign to this world. In a realm where females were so rare that tribes warred over a single one, where a woman could command a dozen males with a single glance, this creature smelled like a queen. The hesitation morphed into intense curiosity. It sniffed her again, slower this time, tracing the invisible line of the scent in the air. The pr

It wasn't a growl this time. It was a pur

ve skull against her shoulder. The touch was surpri

ldn't process the shift from man-eating monster

ut. Her fingers brushed against the

lf-closed. It lean

blinding white light erup

ng her vision red even through her closed eyelids. A bizarre sound followed-a wet,

ight

blinking away the spot

er wolf

on the ground where the

sweat. His hair was long and silver, matching the wolf's fur exactly. His body was

as stari

ound something he had never dared to hope existed. He looked at her not as prey, but as a supplicant before a goddess. In this world where females held absolute power over males, where a single woman could choose as m

e didn't know where to look. The sheer absurdity and im

ng up at her through the fall of his silver hair. It was a posture of submission, of offering. In the beast world, a male wh

ed and strange, but understandable. His eyes swept over her bare neck and wrists, and something in his expression cracked-a hope so

truggling to catch up. Serve he

t?" she s

rate ice-blue eyes. "A lone wolf. No tribe. No female. I have nothing to offer but

weak. She was the most valuable thing in existence-a living, breathing female in a realm where males outnumbered women a thousand to one. An