Mated To The Ruthless Savanna King
I was a New York photographer, but I woke up under the brutal sun of the African savanna.
Worse, I wasn't human. I was trapped in the body of a male cheetah, with two starving cubs clinging to my fur, telepathically calling me "Mom."
But I am a real man!
To keep my adopted sons alive, I had to fight hyenas and dodge rogue lions. But the real nightmare was my bizarre survival mechanism. Under extreme threat, I would uncontrollably shift back into my human form—stark, undeniably naked. I was forced to sprint across the plains with my bare skin exposed, carrying two cubs while escaping furious lionesses. I became a freak, the most confusing and humiliating legend of the animal kingdom.
Covered in bloody scratches and mud, I was pushed to the brink of despair. Why was I thrown into this beast's body? Why did my only defense mechanism involve profound social death?
Just when I barely survived a cliff dive to escape the lions, my path was blocked by two massive, highly intelligent prime male cheetahs.
But the alpha, Bradley, didn't want to kill me for my territory.
His intense gaze raked over my naked, bleeding human body with a dark, possessive hunger.
"You are full of surprises."
He purred smoothly, teaching me to magically summon a fur skirt before demanding I join his coalition.
"Oh, you'll come to me. I guarantee it."
Looking into his predatory eyes, I realized I was no longer just surviving the wild; I was the prey of a completely different kind of beast.
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Chapter 4
Outside the thicket, Phillip stared at the tracks in the mud. They were unlike anything he had ever seen—flat-soled impressions, longer than they were wide, with a clear curve where the ball of the foot had pushed off. Five distinct toe marks at the front. They weren't paws. They weren't hooves. They looked like... nothing. They were wrong. Everything about this cheetah was wrong.
"Forget it," Aaron grumbled, shaking his head to clear the stars from his vision. "That thing is a demon. Let's go find a normal zebra."
Phillip cuffed his brother on the head. "You idiot. Normal cheetahs don't land a kill every single time. This one does." His eyes gleamed with a cunning that was unusual for a lion. "We don't have to hunt. We just have to follow him."
Inside the thicket, Franco had already shifted back to his cheetah form. He was meticulously licking the mud from his fur, trying to erase the memory of the last ten minutes.
Sean and Roy circled him, sniffing curiously. He still smelled faintly of that strange, hairless ape.
Franco nudged them away, feigning nonchalance. If I don't make a big deal out of it, maybe they'll forget, he thought, a very human and very futile hope.
The last of the rain evaporated as the dry season began to assert its brutal authority. The world turned brown and brittle. The water holes shrank, and the great herds began their long, slow march to the north.
Food became scarce.
Days were spent in a haze of heat and hunger. Franco's ribs began to show. He lay on a sun-scorched rock, staring at the shimmering heat haze on the horizon, feeling a profound despair.
Then, a memory surfaced. A documentary he had once filmed about elephants in a drought.
He led the cubs to a dry riverbed, the cracked mud like a shattered mosaic. He started digging, his claws scraping at the hard-packed earth.
He dug until his paws were raw, but finally, a foot down, the soil turned damp. A few more frantic scrapes, and muddy, life-giving water began to seep into the hole.
The cubs lapped at it greedily while Franco stood guard, his eyes scanning the horizon.
Fifty yards away, hidden in the shade of a thorn tree, Phillip and Aaron watched. Aaron was stunned. Phillip just flicked his tail, a smug, I-told-you-so expression on his face. This weird cheetah was a walking, talking survival guide.
After drinking, the hunger returned, sharper than before. Franco decided to risk a trip to a distant patch of scrubland.
The journey was a grim parade of death. The carcasses of animals who hadn't been smart enough or strong enough littered the landscape. Vultures circled lazily overhead.
Franco's human sensibilities made him steer clear of the rotting flesh. The risk of disease was a screaming siren in his human mind. He could feel the eyes of the lions tailing him, and guessed they must think him a fool for passing up a free meal. Let them think it.
Roy, the younger cub, finally collapsed, his legs giving out from exhaustion. He sat down with a soft thud and let out a weak, heartbreaking whimper.
Franco's heart ached. He went back, nudged the cub with his head, and then carefully lifted him onto his back.
Sean walked silently at his side, his small body trembling with fatigue but his spirit unbroken.
Just as Franco was beginning to think he'd have to resort to eating bark, a new scent hit his nostrils. It was a rich, gamey smell.
He lowered Roy to the ground and crept toward a tall patch of grass. Peeking through the stalks, he saw it.
A shallow depression in the earth, filled with more than a dozen enormous, cream-colored eggs. An ostrich nest.
It was a jackpot. A protein-packed, all-you-can-eat buffet.
But then, a problem. He tried to bite one of the eggs, but his jaw wasn't wide enough. He tried to crack it with his paw, but the shell was like concrete.
In the distance, Phillip drooled at the sight of the eggs, but he knew even a lion would have trouble with them. He settled in to watch the weird cheetah's next trick.
Franco paced around the nest, his mind racing. He was so close. He couldn't fail now.
He looked at his paws, then at the eggs. He thought of his hungry cubs.
A look of crazed, human determination flashed in his eyes.
He took a deep breath, and his body began to glow with that now-familiar golden light. He was about to use the one trick that was both his salvation and his deepest humiliation.
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8.3
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8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.2
After catching my fiancé cheating with my adoptive sister, I broke off our engagement on the spot.
In retaliation, my abusive adoptive parents sold me to Kaelen Knight, the Lycan King, to clear our pack's debts.
He was rumored to be a ruthless, reclusive monster who had been horribly crippled in a fire centuries ago.
To ensure my absolute ruin, my sister planted fake love letters to my ex in my luggage and anonymously destroyed my university scholarship, cutting off my only escape route to the human world.
"A wolfless whore. You planned to drug me," Kaelen sneered, looking at the fake evidence with absolute disgust.
Believing I was a spy, my new husband had his guards throw me into the freezing woods with the Dire Wolves, leaving me to survive the night alone.
I was just a broken, wolfless Omega, entirely at the mercy of a cruel, powerless Lycan and a family that wanted me dead.
But I was wrong about him being powerless.
One night, I accidentally saw him rise from his wheelchair, his tall frame radiating an overwhelming, lethal aura.
He wasn't crippled at all.
The secret I thought was my shield was actually a loaded gun pointed at my head. Trapped with a terrifying predator, I had to stop playing the victim and fight for my life.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.
8.9
Aubree Hamilton was the top-tier executive assistant to Wall Street's most ruthless titan, Beck Franco. A month ago, she made a catastrophic mistake and spent the night in his bed.
Thinking she had erased the mistake with a morning-after pill, she panicked upon his return and lied about being engaged to push him away.
But Beck, a man who despised disloyalty above all else, immediately suspended her and ordered her escorted out of the building. Her nightmare only escalated when her toxic ex-boyfriend attacked her on the street, tearing her purse open and exposing the empty morning-after pill box to the public—and to Beck, who was watching from his penthouse. After having his security rescue her, Beck trapped her in his car, ruthlessly tearing apart her fake engagement. Later in her apartment, the suffocating tension between them almost ignited into a kiss, but a violent wave of nausea suddenly hit Aubree.
She shoved him away with all her strength and violently threw up in the bathroom.
Beck took it as the ultimate physical disgust. He walked out, deeply humiliated and dangerously obsessed, unleashing his resources to investigate her every move.
Left alone and trembling, Aubree finally checked the crushed white box. The pill she took had expired a month ago.
Staring at the two bright pink lines on the pregnancy test, she made a desperate vow: Beck Franco could never know she was carrying his child, and she had to disappear before he found out.
9.1
The heavy oak doors of the Crane estate splintered under the battering ram. Annetta was just putting her five-year-old daughter to sleep when the SWAT team stormed the nursery.
They told her that her husband, Major Alek Crane, was killed in action overseas. But instead of a hero's funeral, he was branded a national traitor, and the feds were seizing every penny of their wealth.
Lead investigator Issac Rocha dragged Alek's charred remains into the grand hall just to mock him. He stripped Annetta of her wedding band, confiscated her winter coat, and officially exiled her, her daughter, and her hostile mother-in-law to a freezing Appalachian death zone. In the federal holding cell, the extended family turned on Annetta, calling her a cheap commoner and leaving her to shiver on the concrete floor. They were dumped in an abandoned mining town with nothing but canvas jumpsuits to die in the snow.
Annetta knew Alek was framed in a ruthless political hit. Issac Rocha wanted them to rot in the mud and freeze to death, completely forgotten by the world.
"We are going to live, and we are going to burn Issac Rocha to the ground."
But Issac made one fatal mistake. He didn't know the quiet, submissive daughter-in-law had spent the last three years secretly building a military-grade doomsday bunker right in the heart of that very mountain. Stepping past the freezing mud, Annetta initiated the biometric scan, and the massive steel blast doors slowly swung open.
9.3
"She's mine tonight, asshole, you had her last week." Zack, taller and broader, with those piercing blue eyes, shoved him back hard. "Fuck off, Zade. Her tight little pussy belongs wrapped around my dick." And then there was Mark, my stepdad, looming in the doorway like a goddamn predator, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "Both of you back the fuck off. I'm the man of the house and that sweet ass is mine to pound whenever I want."
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