Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha
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At the absolute summit of her pop-star career, the stage collapsed beneath Catherine's feet, plunging her into a mechanical black hole.
When she opened her eyes, she wasn't in a hospital, but a savage, primitive forest.
Before a fire-breathing beast could tear her apart, a massive black snake crushed it with a single strike.
The terrifying serpent then transformed into Amon, a towering, heavily scarred man with golden slitted eyes, who swore his life to protect her.
He brought her to his tribe, but instead of safety, they were met with ravenous hunger and disgust.
The tribe's males stared at Catherine's fragile human body like a rare breeding prize, while treating Amon like garbage.
"He's a cursed, cold-blooded freak! His rut will tear you to pieces!"
The Chief sneered, pointing a thick, accusing finger at Amon.
"By tribal law, you must mate with our strongest tiger and bear shifters to give us powerful cubs!"
Humiliated, Amon's broad shoulders slumped, his fists trembling in suffocating shame as he prepared to back away.
Catherine's heart pounded with fierce, burning anger.
When she was about to be eaten, Amon was the only one who bled for her.
Where were these arrogant bullies then? Why should she let them treat her savior like a monster?
As the tribe's strongest warriors swarmed forward to claim her, Catherine stepped directly in front of Amon's lethal claws.
"I don't need any of you," she declared, her voice cutting through the chaos.
"I will mate with Amon and take his beast mark today!"
Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha Chapter 1
The final note tore through Catherine Mays's throat, perfectly on pitch.
Tens of thousands of glow sticks thrashed in the dark arena. The roar of the crowd was a physical weight, pressing against her chest, vibrating through the soles of her boots. She stood in the center of the blinding white spotlight, her chest heaving, sweat dripping down her spine. This was the peak. The absolute summit of her career.
Then, a deafening crack split the air.
It wasn't the sound system. It was the sharp, violent shriek of snapping metal directly beneath her boots.
The stage violently lurched. Catherine lost her balance. Her arms flailed, her fingers grasping at the empty, smoke-filled air.
The floor vanished.
She tipped backward, plunging into the mechanical black hole beneath the hydraulic lift. The sudden weightlessness snatched the breath from her lungs. The screams of the fans faded into a distorted, echoing blur. The wind whipped her hair across her face as she fell into total darkness.
Her stomach shoved into her throat. She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing for the bone-shattering impact of the concrete floor.
Instead, a mechanical, emotionless voice detonated inside her skull.
Host bound. The Oracle system activated.
Catherine gasped, her eyes snapping open. There was nothing but rushing black wind.
Host identified as Highly Compatible Host. Enhanced Life-Affinity and somatic resilience granted.
"Stop!" Catherine screamed, clapping her trembling hands over her ears. The wind tore the sound from her mouth. She was hallucinating. The fall had already broken her brain.
The sensation of falling stopped with a brutal, sickening thud.
Catherine slammed into the ground. The impact knocked the air from her lungs in a violent rush. Her teeth clamped down on her tongue, filling her mouth with the sharp, metallic taste of copper. Her internal organs felt like they had been shoved into her ribs.
She lay there, paralyzed, her chest spasming as she fought to drag oxygen back into her body.
The smell hit her first. It wasn't the sterile scent of arena smoke and hot metal. It was the thick, suffocating stench of rotting leaves, wet earth, and raw blood.
Catherine forced her eyes open.
There was no concrete. No broken stage equipment.
Massive, twisted tree roots the size of buses caged her in. Above her, slicing through the canopy of leaves, hung a moon. It was impossibly huge. And it was glowing a toxic, bruised purple.
Her mind fractured. The panic was a physical coldness spreading from her chest to her fingertips.
Eternal Space unlocked, the mechanical voice of The Oracle echoed in her head again. Newcomer gift package delivered. System entering standby mode.
"Wait," Catherine choked out, her voice a raw whisper. "Oracle? Help me. Where am I?"
Dead silence.
She tried to scream it in her mind. Oracle! Help!
Nothing. The cold silence of the forest pressed down on her. Her hands shook violently as she pushed herself up onto her elbows. A sharp, tearing pain shot through her right ankle. She bit back a whimper.
The ground beneath her suddenly vibrated.
It wasn't a subtle tremor. The earth violently shook, rattling her teeth. A deafening crash echoed from the tree line. Entire trunks snapped like dry twigs, kicking up a massive cloud of dirt and debris.
Catherine's survival instinct hijacked her frozen body. Ignoring the agonizing pain in her ankle, she dragged herself backward, her fingernails digging into the damp soil. She scrambled behind the thick, wooden wall of a giant tree root, pressing her back flat against the rough bark.
A monster erupted from the tree line.
It was a rat, but it was the size of a commercial dump truck. Thick, matted gray fur covered its body, and two jagged horns protruded from its skull. It smashed through a boulder ten feet away from Catherine.
Shards of rock exploded into the air. One sharp fragment sliced across Catherine's cheek.
She didn't make a sound. She slapped both hands over her mouth, pressing so hard her lips bruised against her teeth. Her heart hammered against her ribs, so fast and hard she thought it might break her sternum.
Before the rat could take another step, a wall of fire illuminated the forest.
A reptilian beast, built like a dinosaur and wreathed in actual, roaring flames, launched itself from the shadows. Its massive jaws clamped down on the back of the giant rat's neck.
The sickening crunch of bone snapping echoed in the clearing.
Hot, thick blood sprayed across the forest floor. A heavy splash of it hit the tree trunk right next to Catherine's face. The metallic, foul stench invaded her nostrils. Her stomach violently convulsed. She squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing down the bile rising in her throat.
The dinosaur tore a chunk of meat from the rat. It snorted, sending a blast of white-hot steam into the air.
Then, the beast stopped chewing.
Its massive, slitted pupil slowly rotated. It locked directly onto the gap in the roots where Catherine was hiding.
Catherine stopped breathing. The blood in her veins turned to ice. The dinosaur dropped the meat. It let out a low, rumbling growl and took a heavy step toward her.
She pressed herself harder against the wood, her mind screaming at her legs to run, but her twisted ankle and sheer terror kept her pinned to the dirt.
Suddenly, her back bumped into something.
It wasn't the rough bark of the tree. It was cold. It was hard. And it was covered in smooth, overlapping scales.
Catherine's neck clicked as she slowly, rigidly turned her head.
Under the purple moonlight, a black snake thicker than a redwood trunk towered over her.
Its scales absorbed the light, making it look like a void in the forest. A massive head slowly lowered. Two golden, slitted eyes stared down at her. A forked, crimson tongue flicked out, tasting the air inches from her face.
The dinosaur roared, furious at the intrusion. It abandoned the rat and charged at the black snake, its jaws snapping open to unleash a torrent of fire.
The snake didn't even look at the dinosaur.
Its massive tail whipped out with the speed of a bullet. The impact sounded like a bomb detonating. The tail slammed into the side of the flaming dinosaur, lifting the multi-ton beast completely off the ground.
The dinosaur flew through the air, smashing through three giant trees before crashing into the earth. The flames extinguished instantly. The beast lay in a broken, unmoving heap.
Catherine's brain short-circuited. The sheer, impossible violence of it drained the last drop of strength from her muscles.
The black snake shifted. The sound of its heavy scales grinding against the dirt was deafening. It slithered closer, boxing her into the corner of the roots.
Catherine tried to push herself up, tried to crawl away, but her ankle gave out. She collapsed face-first into the bloody mud.
The snake's head hovered right above her. A cold, hissing breath washed over the back of her neck.
She felt it before she saw it.
The thick, heavy coil of the snake's tail slid over her injured ankle. It moved with terrifying silence, gliding up her calves, wrapping around her thighs, and finally circling her waist.
The muscle contracted.
The crushing pressure squeezed the remaining air from her lungs. The darkness closed in, thick and absolute, pulling her under.
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Claimed By The Cursed Black Snake Alpha of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7Chapter 8 Ch. 8Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
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8.6
In my past life, the Cerberus strain leaked, turning the world into a blood-soaked hell of rotting flesh and mutated monsters.
I thought my boyfriend Declan and my best friend Hailee would have my back as we fled the quarantine zone.
Instead, when the surging crowd of the infected cornered us, they didn't hesitate.
They shoved me backward into the horde just to buy themselves three seconds to run.
As I fell into the mud, I saw them fleeing without a single backward glance.
"She's dead weight anyway!" Hailee screamed.
"Just keep running, she'll distract them!" Declan yelled back.
I was torn apart, feeling the agonizing tear of rotting teeth sinking into my neck and the hot spray of my own blood.
Before the apocalypse, my greedy uncle had locked away my ten-million-dollar trust fund, leaving me with nothing but a fake boyfriend who only wanted me for my money.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the people I loved most could trade my life for a head start.
Why did I blindly trust them? Why didn't I see through their perfectly choreographed lies?
Opening my eyes again, the stench of decaying flesh vanished, replaced by the sterile smell of my college dorm room.
Hailee and Declan were standing over my bed, faking tears of concern over my meningitis fever.
I was back exactly seven days before the world ended, and my spatial vault ability had come back with me.
This time, I'm extorting my uncle for every cent, hoarding the city's supplies, and leaving them all to rot.
9.2
She loved him until she lost herself.
Now, behind locked doors and shattered glass, she must learn to breathe again.
When she first met Lloyd, he was magnetic and intoxicating. The kind of man who turned every head when he entered a room, who spoke in promises sweet enough to taste. With him, she felt chosen, cherished, and safe.
But safety was an illusion, and love became a weapon.
And slowly, piece by piece, he dismantled her until nothing of the woman she once was remained.
Now institutionalized after a breakdown, she begins to piece together the brutal truth of what really happened in the shadows of their love story. Memories sting like open wounds: the manipulation disguised as tenderness, the apologies that blurred into threats, the desperate hope that tomorrow he'd be the man she fell for again.
Yet beneath the grief and the shame, a quiet rebellion stirs, a vow to reclaim her voice, her freedom, and her life. Because this is not just a story of how she fell apart. It is a story of how she rises.
Haunting, raw, and achingly intimate, Boys like him peels back the glittering mask of a toxic love affair to reveal the kind of darkness that hides in plain sight, and the unbreakable strength it takes to escape it.
7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
7.6
I was the fiancée of the Chicago Outfit’s heir, a bond sealed by blood and eighteen years of history.
But when his mistress pushed me into the freezing pool at our engagement gala, Jax didn’t swim toward me.
He swam past me.
He scooped up the girl who pushed me, cradling her like fragile glass, while I struggled against the weight of my gown in the murky water.
When I finally dragged myself out, shivering and humiliated before the entire underworld, Jax didn’t offer a hand. He offered a scowl.
"You’re making a scene, Eliana. Go home."
Later, when that same mistress shoved me down the stairs, shattering my knee and my dance career, Jax stepped over my broken body to comfort her.
I overheard him telling his friends, "I’m just breaking her spirit. She needs to learn she’s property, not a partner. Once she’s desperate enough, she’ll be the perfect obedient wife."
He thought I was a dog that would always return to its master. He thought he could starve me of affection until I begged for scraps.
He was wrong.
While he was busy playing protector to his mistress, I wasn't crying in my room.
I was packing his ring into a cardboard box.
I cancelled my transfer to UCLA and enrolled at NYU instead.
By the time Jax realized his "property" was missing, I was already in New York, standing next to a man who looked at me like a queen, not a possession.
8.5
Alexandrea woke up with a splitting headache in a strange hotel bed, terrified to find a brutally handsome, half-naked stranger beside her.
Before she could even scream, the door burst open. Her adoptive mother, Ivette, stormed in with a swarm of reporters and flashing cameras.
"How could you disgrace our family name like this?"
Ivette sobbed, putting on a theatrical performance of a heartbroken mother. It was a setup to completely ruin Alexandrea's reputation in front of New York's elite.
For ten years, Alexandrea had lived in a house of horrors. Her back and arms were covered in silvery scars and puckered cigarette burns left by Ivette's vicious abuse.
Yet to the public, Ivette had carefully crafted Alexandrea's image as a wild, ungrateful, and manipulative liar.
Trapped under the duvet, Alexandrea was drowning in shame, her voice lost in the storm of accusations.
She didn't understand why her adoptive family hated her so much, treating her worse than a stray dog while using her brother's future to keep her chained.
But what she understood even less was the stranger beside her.
Instead of panicking, the man slowly sat up, his presence alone silencing the frantic room. He was Ace Griffith, the billionaire heir who owned half of Manhattan.
He wrapped his suit jacket around her trembling shoulders, looked Ivette dead in the eye, and dropped a bomb.
"I will be marrying her."
Then, he carried Alexandrea away from her ten-year prison, ordering his men to dig up the Terry family's darkest secrets and her true identity.
9.8
Erica Murphy had spent three years rotting in a freezing prison cell.
She thought she was serving time for a tragic accident, but the truth was much darker. Her husband, Colten, had framed her for his mistress's drunk hit-and-run, stolen her fortune, and left her to take the fall.
The day Erica was finally released, a speeding car intentionally slammed into her, shattering her spine. As she lay dying on the emergency room table, flatlining on the monitor, Colten and his pregnant mistress didn't come to save her. Instead, they tossed a stack of divorce papers onto her bloody hospital blanket. They wanted her to sign away her last remaining shares and take on thirty million dollars of toxic corporate debt.
"Sign it," Colten demanded coldly, looking at her crushed body with utter disgust. "Consider this the last bit of dignity I'm giving you."
The original Erica died right there, suffocating in despair and betrayal, unable to understand how the man she loved could be so monstrous.
But when the flatline on the monitor suddenly spiked and her eyes snapped open, the traumatized victim was gone.
Replaced by the cold, calculating consciousness of a future special ops commander. With microscopic nanobots rapidly fusing her shattered bones together, Erica picked up the pen, preparing to burn Colten's entire empire to ashes.
