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Pampered By The Fierce Tiger Shifter

Pampered By The Fierce Tiger Shifter

Cadence, a modern botanist, woke up to a glaring sun and massive, alien purple leaves blocking the sky. She was stranded in a terrifying, primal world. Before she could process the metallic smell of blood in the air, a white tiger the size of an SUV crushed a giant boar's neck right in front of her. The beast locked its piercing blue eyes on her hiding spot. But instead of tearing her throat out, a blinding flash of silver light erupted, and the monster transformed into a towering, heavily scarred naked man. He was Harlan, a shifter who immediately claimed her as his mate under tribal law. Dragged back to his primitive village, Cadence faced a brutal reality. Unbonded females were targets, and she was expected to take multiple mates just to survive. The tribal women mocked her fragile frame, calling her useless. To make matters worse, her foreign scent attracted a rogue serpent-shifter who violently ambushed her in the river. The icy shock of the serpent's attack plunged Cadence into a deadly, burning fever. The tribe's Shaman tried his healing magic, only to shake his head and abandon her. "She lacks primal fortitude. She will rely entirely on her own weak vitality. I can do nothing." As Harlan held her shivering body in despair, Cadence felt a deep sense of desperate injustice. Was she really going to die in a filthy stone hut in an unknown universe, killed by a simple cold? No. She remembered her grandfather's strict survival lessons. Forcing her heavy eyes open, she grabbed her terrified tiger mate's hand. She didn't need their failing magic; she had science. "I need specific plants to live. I need white willow bark. And a spicy, ginger-like root." She rasped, preparing to show this savage world the true power of a modern survivor.
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Chapter 7

Cristian crossed his arms casually over his bare chest. He looked completely unfazed by Harlan's aggressive, lethal posture. He taunted Harlan in a smooth, mocking tone. "A mere dirt-bound tiger cannot protect such a rare, exquisite treasure. You are outmatched, cat." Harlan roared furiously in response. He took a heavy step forward into the deeper water. His muscles bunched, preparing to strike a fatal blow. Cristian chuckled darkly. His pale body began to shimmer with a volatile, silver primal energy. The water around him churned. He locked his gaze on Cadence. He promised her with chilling sincerity, "We will meet again very soon, little bird." With a sudden, explosive splash, Cristian shifted back into a massive serpent. He vanished instantly into the fast, dark currents. Harlan remained entirely tense. His muscles were coiled tight. He scanned the dark water for several long, agonizing minutes, waiting for another ambush. Satisfied the immediate threat had retreated, Harlan relaxed his stance. He waded to the shore and shifted back into his human form. He rushed up the bank to Cadence. He pulled her shivering, traumatized body into a desperate, bone-crushing embrace. Cadence buried her face into his warm chest. The adrenaline crash hit her system hard. She trembled violently against him, unable to control her shaking limbs. Harlan aggressively cursed the Serpent-Shifter aloud. His voice was laced with genuine panic and self-reproach. He had failed to keep her safe. He quickly helped Cadence pull her modern clothes back on over her damp, cold skin. His massive hands were shaking slightly as he fumbled with her zipper. He scooped her into his arms. He absolutely refused to let her walk the distance back to the village. They returned to the stone hut in silence. The evening air turned sharply, bitingly cold as the sun fully set behind the mountains. Harlan wrapped her tightly in multiple heavy furs on the stone slab. But Cadence's violent shivering did not stop. Her teeth chattered loudly. He paced the small hut like a caged beast. He was furious at his failure to secure the perimeter perfectly. Cadence tried to reassure him with a weak smile. Her lips were blue. She could not form words through the chattering of her teeth. As the night deepens, Cadence's shivering suddenly transitioned. Her skin erupted into a heavy, unnatural, burning sweat. Harlan pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. His eyes widened in horror at the intense, dangerous heat radiating from her skin. He realized the combination of the freezing river water and the extreme psychological shock had made her severely ill. Her human body was failing. Panic overriding protocol, Harlan rushed out of the hut. He sprinted at top speed toward the Shaman's dwelling in the center of the camp. Cadence tossed and turned on the rough grass bed. Her mind slipped rapidly into a terrifying, feverish haze. She mumbled deliriously in English. She called out for her grandfather. She begged for modern medicine, asking for aspirin and a glass of cold water. Harlan burst back into the hut. He dragged a sleepy, bewildered Silas Finch by the arm. Silas knelt quickly beside Cadence. He placed a hand glowing with soft green primal energy directly over her chest. Silas closed his eyes. He focused his healing energy. His brow furrowed in deep concentration as he scanned her internal body. The green light flickered erratically. It faded completely into nothingness. Silas pulled his hand back with a heavy, defeated sigh. He shook his head grimly. He looked at Harlan. "Her malady is a cold evil. My external energy cannot purge it from her blood." Silas stated flatly that she lacked primal fortitude. "She must rely entirely on her own weak vitality to survive the night. I can do nothing." Harlan dropped heavily to his knees. He clutched Cadence's burning hand in both of his. Sheer, paralyzing terror gripped his heart, squeezing it tight.

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