Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies
Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel.
Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits.
His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound.
He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap.
They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance.
"Get off me!"
Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her.
She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her.
If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt.
It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most.
Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony?
And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to?
Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface.
She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis.
She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.
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Chapter 4
The settlement was a cluster of stone and wood buildings, rough and utilitarian, centered around a large square. As Karlie and Gavin limped down the main path, the activity around them ground to a halt.
Eyes turned to stare. Whispers erupted like a swarm of insects.
Karlie kept her head high, but she heard the words. "Cripple." "Caprice." "Abandoned." "How is he still alive?"
Each word was a needle, but it wasn't her they were aimed at. It was Gavin. She felt his arm tense around her shoulder, his body going rigid. But he kept his chin up, his eyes fixed forward.
A large male stepped out from the crowd, blocking their path. He had a thick beard and a sneer that twisted his face into something ugly. Jedediah Jed Boggs.
"Well, well," Jed drawled, his voice loud enough to carry. "Look what the cat dragged in. Gavin Knapp. We thought you were dead in a ditch somewhere."
He looked Gavin up and down, his lip curling. "Dragging that useless leg back here... and with some stray female in tow? Desperate, aren't we?"
Gavin's jaw clenched. He stepped forward, putting Karlie behind him. "Move, Jed."
Jed didn't move. He grinned wider. "Move? I'm just saying hello to an old friend. Heard Caprice dropped you like a hot rock. Can't blame her. Who wants a broken male?" He looked at Karlie, his eyes lingering on her torn clothes. "And you. Looking for a real male? One who can actually walk?"
A few of the males behind him snickered.
Gavin's fists balled at his sides, his knuckles white. The urge to fight was radiating off him, but he knew it would be a disaster. He was weak, injured, and Karlie was vulnerable.
Before he could stop himself, Jed reached out, his hand aiming for Karlie's arm.
"Don't touch her." Gavin growled, moving to intercept.
But Karlie was faster. She stepped out from behind Gavin, placing herself directly between him and Jed. She stared up at the much larger male, her eyes cold and hard.
"He is my mate," she said. Her voice wasn't loud, but it cut through the noise of the crowd like a blade. "Our bond is marked. Any insult to him is an insult to me."
Jed blinked, surprised by her defiance. Then he laughed. "Mate? Him? A cripple who can't even protect himself?"
She didn't summon energy, nor did she raise her fists. Instead, her eyes narrowed, her mind racing as Unit 9's rapid scan data flooded her vision. "Protect? Do you need a demonstration?"
She stepped closer, invading his personal space, her voice dropping to a deadly, precise whisper that only he and his immediate cronies could hear. "I noticed you're favoring your left side. The faint yellow stain on your collar, the dilated pupils... you've been using Three-Leaf Venom to numb a recent hunting injury, haven't you? A highly addictive, forbidden substance that rots the brain."
She tilted her head, her smile cold. "If I mention that to the elders, or to your mate, how long do you think you'll stay in this settlement?"
Jed stumbled back, his eyes going wide with sudden terror. The smug sneer vanished from his face, replaced by a pale, sickly dread. The laughter died instantly. The crowd went dead silent, sensing the sudden shift in power, even if they hadn't heard the words. Karlie held his gaze, letting the silence stretch.
"My mate's value is not defined by his leg," she said, her voice ringing in the quiet. "It will heal. His honor will be cleared. As for the rest of you..." She swept her gaze over the crowd. "I suggest you remember that."
She turned back to Gavin, slipping her arm around his waist again. "Let's go."
Gavin stared at her, shock and something deeper-something like awe-filling his eyes. He nodded, unable to speak.
They walked on. The crowd parted for them this time, a lane of silence cutting through the hostility.
Behind them, Jed stood frozen, his face red with anger and humiliation. "Special effects," he muttered, but his voice lacked conviction. "Just tricks."
Karlie and Gavin didn't look back. They walked until they reached the edge of the settlement, where a small, dilapidated stone hut sat alone.
"This is it," Gavin said, his voice thick with shame. "This is all I have left."
The hut was tiny. The roof sagged, the walls were cracked, and the interior was thick with dust and cobwebs. It was a storage shed, not a home.
Karlie looked around, her face unreadable. Then, she dropped her bag on the floor and clapped her hands together. "Well," she said. "It's got walls and a roof. That's a start."
Gavin stared at her. "How can you be so calm?"
"Because crying about it won't fix the roof," she said. She pulled a rag from her bag and started wiping down a table. "Come on. Help me clear this place out. We have work to do."
For the next hour, they worked side by side. Gavin swept while Karlie scrubbed. The physical labor was exhausting, but with each pile of dirt removed, the space felt a little less hopeless.
When they were done, Karlie pulled out two packets of synthetic roast meat and a bottle of purified water from her Nexus inventory. She handed one to Gavin.
He stared at the pristine, white material wrapped around his leg, then at the empty plastic wrappers that had appeared out of nowhere. His brow furrowed in deep confusion, his eyes darting from the strange objects to her face. "Are you... a spirit from the stars?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with a mix of fear and awe. "Is this... star magic?"
Karlie tucked the remaining supplies away, keeping her expression neutral. "It's a secret from my homeland," she said vaguely, not wanting to reveal too much too soon. "A place very different from here."
He didn't push further, though the reverence in his eyes remained, his gratitude saying more than words ever could.
They ate in silence, sitting on the dusty floor of their new home. As the last light faded, Karlie activated a small, soft-glow lamp from her inventory, placing it on the table.
The warm light illuminated her face as she pulled out a datapad, her fingers flying over the screen as she made notes and calculations.
Gavin watched her, his heart heavy with a mix of guilt and a growing, undeniable warmth. She was a stranger, an outsider, and yet she had defended him, cleaned his house, and fed him. She was planning something; he could see the gears turning in her head.
He didn't know what the future held, but for the first time since Caprice's betrayal, he didn't feel entirely alone.
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9.1
I stood alone at the marble altar, the silence of the temple pressing against my eardrums.
It was my Mating Ceremony, but the groom was missing.
My phone buzzed with a notification: a livestream of my mate, Alpha Cain, skipping our union to welcome my sister, Eris, home.
In the video, he held her like she was fragile glass, captioning it: "True power recognizes true power."
When I returned to the Pack House, humiliated, I wasn't met with an apology.
I was met with a slap from my mother.
Eris, feigning a powerful "Alpha Aura," claimed my mere scent was poisoning her.
To "save" her, my family locked me in my room.
But the true betrayal came when I overheard their hushed whispers through the door.
"Use Vera," my mother said, her voice chillingly practical.
"She recovers fast. We can drain her blood weekly for Eris. She can stay as a servant to raise Cain and Eris's pups."
My blood ran cold.
They didn't just neglect me; they planned to harvest me like livestock.
They thought I was the weak Omega they exiled to the North years ago to peel potatoes.
They had no idea that in the North, I wasn't a servant.
I was Commander V, a warrior forged in ice and blood.
I reached under my bed and pulled out my black tactical duffel.
"Screw the meatloaf," I whispered.
I wasn't just leaving. I was going to war.
7.8
The moment I saw my husband massaging his dead brother's pregnant mistress's feet, I knew my marriage was over.
He moved her into our home under the guise of "family duty," forcing me to watch as he prioritized her comfort over our vows.
The final betrayal came when she stole and deliberately broke my mother's priceless necklace.
When I slapped her for the desecration, my husband struck me across the face to defend her.
He had violated a sacred honor code by putting his hands on the daughter of another Don-an act of war.
I looked him in the eye and swore on my mother's grave that I would bring a bloody revenge upon his entire family.
Then I made one phone call to my father, and the demolition of his empire began.
7.6
Top DEA agent Kaitlynn Bruce woke up to a heavy, chemical lethargy, only to realize she was trapped in the body of a weak, abused war widow.
Before she could even process her new reality, she heard her sister-in-law counting cash, selling her unconscious body to a local thug for a measly two hundred dollars.
The thug dragged her new seven-year-old son, Cason, into the bedroom.
"Mommy!"
When the boy reached out, the man brutally kicked his small body into a wooden doorframe, leaving him gasping and bleeding on the floor.
Memories flooded Kaitlynn's mind. Her predecessor was a pathetic doormat whose husband's military pension had been bled dry by these greedy in-laws, leaving her children to starve and suffer endless abuse.
But as Kaitlynn looked at the bleeding boy's dark, unnervingly alert eyes, a chilling piece of DEA intelligence clicked in her mind.
Cason Richmond.
The name, the town, the abusive aunt—it all matched the classified files of the "Director of the Hive," the most ruthless and feared cartel puppet master in the criminal underworld.
How could this battered, starving child be destined to become the ultimate monster she used to hunt?
The original widow's tragic death was supposed to be the catalyst that pushed this boy into total darkness.
But Kaitlynn Bruce was not a victim.
Adrenaline burning through the drugs, she cracked the thug's neck with a brass lamp and choked the sister-in-law against the wall.
Looking down at the boy who was supposed to become a global nightmare, she made a vow. She was going to rewrite his script, even if she had to burn the whole world down to do it.
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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8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?
8.2
For five years, I poured my soul into ruling the Black Moon Pack alongside my fated mate, Alpha Ryker.
But at our most sacred gathering, he publicly pulled his rogue ex-girlfriend, Faye, into his arms.
"Faye is under my protection," he declared to the entire pack, using his crushing Alpha Command to force me, his Luna, to my knees.
He didn't care that I had taken a silver blade for him, or that Faye was a traitor whose past defection had permanently crippled three of our warriors.
He stripped me of my dignity, ordered me to accept his new partner, and left me alone in our marital suite.
That night, my Mating Mark erupted into a searing, white-hot agony that made me vomit blood and pass out.
I thought I was simply dying of a broken heart, until I remembered the forbidden lore of the "Fidelity Curse."
The curse ensured that if one mate was unfaithful, every moment of their physical pleasure would be transmitted through the bond as pure, agonizing torture to the betrayed mate.
I wasn't just heartbroken. My body was being forced to physiologically experience my husband's affair.
The final, near-fatal wave of pain at dawn wasn't random—it was the exact moment they conceived a child.
When Ryker walked in the next morning, smelling of her perfume, and proudly announced Faye was pregnant, he expected me to finally break and submit.
Instead, I looked at the father of another woman's child and gave him a chilling smile.
"I, Selene Thorne of the Winter Pack, have heard your declaration. Now get out of my sight. The war has begun."