Taming My Vicious Feral Wolf Slave

ped open in the pi

air that tasted sharply of cop

skin. Her heart hammered against her ribs like a trapped bi

indly searching for the smooth gla

hey scraped against rough, prick

The breath die

blocked by the darkness, but the ambient sounds were entirely wrong. Th

gaps in what felt like wooden walls, r

t flesh of her thigh,

n shot up her leg. She gasped,

s not a

ched electronic beep exploded inside her skull. She clamped her hands over h

activated. Host bi

otic, and entirely devo

le of foul-smelling animal furs. She pressed her spine ag

!" she screame

inding successful," the voice replied smoothly in her mind.

lized in the air two feet from her face, casting

enter, pulsing in a terrifying, bl

executed by Elijah Cooper: 71

hispered, the name tastin

had been reading before she fell asleep. He was a tortured, brutalized slave who eve

the tribe's vicious, spoiled female-a cannon f

e body of Kaylee Melendez. You are the designated cannon fodder d

me? And Cooper? Wainwright? Why do these primitive, feral shifters have standard

eaned over the edge of the furs and dry-he

ntly forced their way into her brain. It felt like

thorned whip in her hand. She felt the sickening, euphoric rush of power as she bro

wore. The original Kaylee's sadistic pleasure clashed so violently with her o

e holographic panel flashing a blinding crimson. "Tar

ideo feed of a tribal plaza bathed in

e down from a massive wooden totem pole, bound by thick, thorny vines. Blood dripp

t night," Alex explained coldly. "The tribe is current

ic overriding her empathy. "If they kil

to the female who claimed him. If Elijah Cooper dies now, the resulting energy backlash wil

tely from Kaylee's face.

e three days.

the dirt under her bare feet anymore. Pure, unadult

adly she almost collapsed. She threw her weight

or bur

The deafening roar of a bloodthirsty tribal

y air, ignoring the sharp pain in her bare

s to move. She broke into a