Claimed By The Possessive Silver Wolf
I was just hiking in Yosemite, but I woke up in a primitive forest with two moons and giant, mutated beasts.
Before I could even process the shock, I was attacked by a monstrous saber-toothed tiger, only to be saved by a massive silver wolf who suddenly transformed into a fiercely possessive, completely naked man named Caleb.
He claimed me as his own and carried me to his sprawling beast-man tribe. But the moment we arrived, I became the target of vicious ridicule. Jana, the tribe's most fertile female, pointed at my unmarked skin and publicly humiliated me.
"She has no mate marks! She's a barren waste, useless for breeding!"
Hearing this, the hundreds of beast-men who had just been eyeing me with lust instantly stepped back in disgust. In this twisted, animalistic society, a female's worth was tied entirely to her ability to produce strong cubs.
I stood there shivering, terrified and degraded, reduced to nothing but a defective piece of meat. I braced myself for the inevitable, waiting for Caleb to realize my worthlessness and throw me out to be torn apart by the wild.
Instead, a terrifying, suffocating aura exploded from his body, bringing the entire tribe to their knees. He swatted the fertile female away in disgust, scooped me into his arms, and turned his back on the camp.
"She is my only mate," he declared, his ice-blue eyes promising violence to anyone who dared to look at me.
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Chapter 9
They walked down the mountain path in silence. The forest was alive with the sounds of chirping insects and hooting owls. The two moons made the path surprisingly bright.
Cora walked ahead, clutching the white fur to her chest like a shield. Caleb followed a few paces behind, his bare feet making no sound on the rocky path.
They reached the stream. The water was clear and fast-moving, glinting in the moonlight. Strange, luminescent plants grew along the banks, casting a soft blue glow.
Cora stopped at the water's edge. She turned around, her face flushed. "Turn around," she ordered. "And don't peek."
Caleb raised an eyebrow. "We are mates. Why would I-"
"Turn. Around."
He sighed, a sound that rumbled through his chest, but he obeyed. He turned his back to her, crossing his arms over his massive chest.
Cora listened for a moment, making sure he wasn't moving. The rustle of her clothes seemed incredibly loud in the quiet night.
She quickly stripped off her dirty, torn shirt and her shorts. The cool night air hit her bare skin, raising goosebumps.
Behind her, she heard Caleb's breathing change. It grew heavier, rougher. His sensitive ears were picking up every rustle of fabric, every whisper of skin against skin. He could probably hear her heartbeat.
She stepped into the water. It was cold, but refreshing. She waded in until the water reached her chest, the coolness washing away the grime and sweat.
She ducked under the surface, scrubbing at her hair and skin. When she surfaced, she felt a hundred times better.
She decided to swim to a flat rock in the middle of the stream to sit for a moment. She waded forward, her feet searching for the next stepping stone.
Her foot found a smooth, flat rock. She shifted her weight onto it.
It was covered in moss.
Her foot shot out from under her.
"Ahh!" she shrieked, throwing her arms out as she fell backward.
She hit the water hard, the current immediately pulling at her. She flailed, trying to find the bottom, but her foot slipped again. Water rushed into her nose and mouth. She choked, panic seizing her chest.
She couldn't swim. The current was too strong.
The sound of splashing was deafening.
A shadow loomed over her. Caleb hadn't even turned around; he had just launched himself into the water. He dove under the surface, his powerful arms cutting through the current.
A second later, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. He hauled her up, breaking the surface.
Cora coughed violently, spitting out water. She clung to him instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck, her legs kicking feebly.
"You almost drowned," Caleb said, his voice tight with anger and fear. He held her tight against his chest, his heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ear.
"I slipped," Cora gasped, her body trembling from the cold and the shock.
They were standing in the deeper part of the stream, the water up to Caleb's chest. Cora was pressed against him, her wet, naked body flush against his bare skin.
The thin, wet fabric of her underwear was the only barrier between them. And it was clinging to every curve.
Caleb went rigid.
His arms tightened around her, pulling her impossibly closer. Cora felt the change in him instantly. The concern in his eyes shifted, darkened. The pupils dilated until only a thin ring of blue remained.
His gaze dropped to her lips, then to the water droplets sliding down her neck and collarbone. His breathing grew ragged.
Cora suddenly became very aware of their position. Her bare legs were wrapped around his waist. Her chest was pressed against his. And...
Her eyes widened.
Something hard, incredibly hot, and very large was pressing against her inner thigh.
Her brain short-circuited. The heat rushed to her face so fast she felt dizzy. She was straddling a naked man who was very, very happy to see her.
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When I finally handed him the signed divorce papers, giving up all assets, and left the penthouse with nothing but an old suitcase, he just sneered.
"She is playing a game of hard to get. She won't last three days before she comes crying back."
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