Claimed By The Ruthless Lycan Warlord
Areli was the hardest-working medic in the Blackridge Clan, but her efforts only earned her the title of a useless burden.
Her supposed lover, Eugene, and her senior mentor, Gloria, lured her to the edge of the deadly Blackwind Cliff and shoved her straight into the abyss.
She miraculously survived the freefall, only to return and find Gloria standing before the entire clan, wearing a mask of fake sorrow.
"Look! The traitor is back! She eloped with wild males!" Gloria shrieked.
Eugene stepped up, looking heartbroken, and publicly accused her of betraying his love.
The crowd erupted, raining hisses and boos upon her, completely ignoring the horrific, life-threatening bruises that covered her battered body.
They blindly believed the lies, treating her like garbage while Gloria secretly plotted to poison her water and destroy her completely.
Areli felt a chilling sense of betrayal. How could the man who claimed to love her watch her fall with such cold eyes?
To make matters worse, her modern biochemist instincts revealed a terrifying truth: she was unexpectedly pregnant with the child of a savage Warlord she had encountered in the wild.
In this brutal, primitive world, showing any weakness was an absolute death sentence.
But she wasn't going to cower or run away.
Refusing the Warlord's offer to simply rescue her, Areli calmly placed a highly toxic herb on her drying rack and left her tent flap open.
The bait was set. Now, she just had to wait for the screams.
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Chapter 2
The sound of rushing water grew louder as the group pushed through the underbrush. Curt's stride was steady, jarring Areli's ribs with every step, but she bit her lip and stayed silent.
They emerged into a small clearing by a stream. Curt set her down gently on a flat, sun-warmed boulder. The sunlight felt good on her chilled skin.
Doyle immediately moved to the perimeter, his back to them, scanning the tree line. Perfect. The cold one was gone.
Areli pushed herself upright, wincing dramatically. She looked at Curt, who was sorting through his pack.
"I need to find some medicinal herbs," she said, her voice steadier now. "To stop the bleeding. I can't just sit here and be a burden. I need to pull my weight."
Curt paused, looking at her with a mixture of surprise and respect. "You're injured. Rest."
"I can't rest," Areli insisted, swinging her legs over the edge of the rock. "Please. Just let me do this."
Curt sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Fine. But I'm right behind you."
Areli limped toward the edge of the clearing, where a patch of weeds grew near the water. Curt followed three paces back, watching her like a hawk.
She scanned the ground. There was nothing useful here, but that wasn't the point. She spotted a thick root snaking out of the mud, perfectly positioned.
She took a deep breath. This is going to hurt.
She stepped on the root, letting her ankle twist sideways. She let out a sharp yelp, pitching forward headfirst into the dirt.
Curt moved like lightning. His arm shot out, catching her inches before her face hit the ground. He pulled her back against his chest, his breath warm on her ear.
"I got you," he muttered.
Areli clutched her ankle, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. Tears-real ones this time, from the pain-welled up instantly. "It's my fault," she sobbed, her voice trembling. "Gloria was right. I'm always so clumsy."
Curt stiffened. "Who is Gloria?"
Areli froze. She had said the name on purpose, but now she had to play the part. She clamped a hand over her mouth, her eyes darting around like a trapped rabbit. "Nothing! Forget I said that. Please, don't ask."
Brown appeared, dropping a load of firewood nearby. His ears perked up. "What's going on?"
Curt's face was like thunder. "She mentioned someone named Gloria. Said she was clumsy."
Brown's expression darkened. He walked over, crouching in front of Areli. "Who is she? Why would she say that?"
Areli shook her head violently, her hands twisting the hem of Curt's jacket. "I shouldn't have said anything. It doesn't matter."
"Tell us," Curt ordered, his voice low and dangerous.
Areli sniffled, looking down at her lap. "She's... she's the senior Medical Officer. She says I'm useless. That I'll never be a real healer." She paused, letting a fresh wave of tears fall. "She takes my work and claims it as her own. And her mate, Eugene... he says things. Terrible things. About how I'm only good for..."
She trailed off, hugging herself.
Curt's fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white. "That's abuse. That clan is garbage. You don't owe them anything."
Areli looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy. A faint, brave smile touched her lips. "It's fine. As long as I work hard, they'll acknowledge me eventually. Right?"
The sheer absurdity of the statement-the classic victim rationalization-hit both men like a punch to the gut. Brown looked away, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Curt looked like he wanted to punch something.
"You don't have to prove anything to scum like that," Curt growled.
Areli reached out, her fingers lightly brushing Curt's sleeve. "Thank you," she whispered. "For believing me."
Curt's ears turned a faint pink. He cleared his throat, looking away, but his body shifted closer to hers, shielding her from the wind.
Brown stood up, his earlier suspicion replaced by a gruff sympathy. "We'll get you sorted," he said.
Areli nodded, wiping her eyes. As she lowered her head, a shadow fell over her face. In the darkness, away from their eyes, her lips curled into a cold, triumphant smile.
She had them. Hook, line, and sinker.
A twig snapped. Doyle emerged from the trees, two dead rabbits dangling from his grip. He stopped, his sharp eyes taking in the scene-the weeping female, the angry males, the tense atmosphere.
"What did I miss?" he asked flatly.
Areli's smile vanished instantly. She shrank back against the rock, the picture of a frightened mouse once more.
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7.2
Genevieve woke up choking on her own blood, a fatal gash tearing through her abdomen. The memories of a primitive world crashed into her mind—she had transmigrated into the body of a sadistic beastman Mistress.
But the five powerful beastmen "mates" standing over her hadn't come to her rescue. They had come to watch their tormentor die.
"We should just leave her," Kameron sneered coldly. "The scavengers will clean up the mess."
Gilberto spat in disgust, while Angelo, a silver-scaled snake-man, trembled in pure terror at the sight of her. The original owner had whipped them, humiliated them, and driven another mate to suicide. Now, they were letting her bleed out in the mud, their eyes filled with undisguised loathing and satisfaction.
She was a top-tier apocalyptic survival expert, yet here she was, paying the ultimate price for a stranger's monstrous sins. It was a bitter, unacceptable irony to die helplessly in the dirt while her supposed protectors waited for her corpse to rot.
She refused to accept this ending.
Forcing a chaotic surge of energy through their shared Biological Link, she brought all five men to their knees in agonizing pain, commanding them to carry her back. In the dark cave, without a single scream, she plunged her bare hands into a fire and brutally cauterized her own gaping wound with searing ash. As the beastmen stared in horrified awe at the unbreakable soul now occupying the tyrant's body, Genevieve wiped the blood from her face and began to rewrite her fate.
8.6
"What do you think people would say if they found out you don't have a dick?" Christian asked, his voice low and dripping with seduction. His hand pressed firmly against my crotch, fingers exploring the flat, unfamiliar emptiness there. A devilish smirk curved his lips. "Or if they discovered these voluptuous breasts you've been hiding so well?"
A strangled moan slipped from my throat as his hand slid under my shirt, his fingers brushing over my hardened nipples, teasing them with slow, deliberate strokes.
"Which do you think they'd call you?" he murmured, eyes gleaming. "A boy with tits... or a dickless little fraud?"
I stared into his hungry blue eyes, words failing me.
"The term you're looking for is 'girl,'" came Xavier's smooth voice from the bathroom doorway. He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click, his gaze raking over me with open interest. "So tell me, little girl... what the hell is someone like you doing in an all-boys dorm?"
Christian's smirk widened. "She wants to be devoured by boys like us." His fingers gave my nipple one last firm pinch before he leaned in closer, breath hot against my ear. "And I'll be more than happy to give her a taste."
8.4
I worked three double shifts at the garage just to buy a velvet-boxed cake for my wealthy girlfriend, Arleen.
But when I pushed open the VIP room door, I saw her lover kissing her bare leg.
She didn't push him away. Instead, she laughed and swirled her martini.
"I only forgot Finn because I knew he would stay. He is a poor boy from Queens who follows me around like a loyal dog."
Later that night, her lover intentionally crashed a Porsche to scare me, sending a piece of jagged metal into my skull.
Lying in a growing pool of my own blood, I watched Arleen crawl out of the wreckage.
She didn't even look at me. She threw herself at her uninjured lover, screaming for a medic.
"He just got scraped by a piece of plastic. He is faking it. Deal with Jaquez first!"
When I woke up, I wasn't free. Arleen had locked me in a private hospital wing with 24-hour security, planning to isolate me and keep me as her broken, captive toy forever.
My blind, pathetic devotion finally froze into absolute disgust.
I looked at the heart monitor next to my bed and grabbed an IV needle.
I severed the sensor wire to trigger a flatline, slipped out the fire stairs while the nurses panicked, and burned my identity to ashes.
This time, I was going to disappear to London, build my own empire, and watch hers burn.
9.1
Cora crash-landed her escape pod on a brutal alien planet, only to be immediately hunted by a massive six-eyed beast.
A colossal black wolf dropped from the canopy and crushed the beast's neck to save her. But before she could even breathe, the wolf transformed into a towering, naked primitive man with glowing gold eyes.
He hauled her back to his savage tribe, where she was instantly treated like garbage. The women sneered at her fragile human body, and the men eyed her like fresh meat.
The tribe leader's jealous daughter even handed her a waterskin laced with a terrifying alien breeding drug, hoping to turn Cora into a mindless spectacle of lust in front of the entire settlement.
"Drink. You look like you're dying," the daughter sneered, waiting for Cora to lose her mind.
Cora was terrified and completely out of her depth. She didn't understand why this lethal Alpha warrior looked at her with such dark, consuming possessiveness, or why he was willing to slaughter his own people just to protect her.
How was a stranded human supposed to survive in a terrifying world where every plant, beast, and local wanted her dead?
"BEEP! Critical Warning! Liquid contains high concentrations of alien aphrodisiac herbs," her implanted AI assistant suddenly echoed in her skull.
Looking at the hostile tribe and the fiercely protective Alpha shielding her, Cora silently activated her tech interface. She wasn't just going to be a helpless pet in this savage world.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
9.3
Are you tired of every hockey romance turning into pure erotica by chapter ten?
We are going back to basics.
This is about the tension. The secrets. The stolen glances across a crowded campus, the brush of a bare hand in a freezing ice rink, and the dangerous boy who would burn the world down just to keep her safe.
Caroline Reed is invisible by choice. As a pre-law student fighting to maintain a flawless 4.50 GPA, she hides in the shadows of the university athletics department. She analyzes sports compliance data just to keep her scholarship intact. Her life is perfectly ordered and perfectly safe.
Leo Kincaid is the untouchable hockey captain. He is ruthless on the ice and completely guarded off it. Everyone thinks he is just another arrogant, golden boy athlete.
But the numbers do not lie. When Caroline reviews the latest game footage, she finds a terrifying statistical pattern. Leo is intentionally taking penalties and throwing specific plays.
When she confronts him in the dead of night at the empty arena, she expects a confession of greed. Instead, she uncovers a dangerous underground betting ring that is blackmailing him. By speaking up, Caroline has just put a massive target on her own back.
Now, the only way Leo can protect her is to pull her directly into his spotlight. He forces her into his daily life under the guise of needing a personal academic manager. Suddenly, the invisible girl is everywhere he is. He watches her constantly. He fiercely dictates who she talks to. And in the quiet, frozen moments between the chaos, Caroline begins to realize that the brutal captain is the safest place she could ever be.