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 7
Franco dragged the gazelle with a strength born of pure terror. He reached the hollowed-out ostrich nest, where Sean and Roy greeted him with excited chirps.
There was no time for celebration.
"No," he growled, a low, urgent command that cut through their excitement. He shoved them away from the carcass. "We leave. Now."
He ripped a large, bloody chunk from the gazelle's hind leg, clamped it in his jaws, and started running, motioning for the cubs to follow. They were heading for the relative safety of the termite mound.
The wind shifted again. A new scent, colder and sharper than Edwardo's, filled the air.
The grass in front of them rustled. Three lionesses fanned out, blocking their path.
The leader was a one-eyed female named Maud. To her left was Gerta, her face a mask of brutish aggression. On the right, the younger, leaner Cassia circled, cutting off their only escape route. They were Edwardo's wives, the enforcers of his kingdom.
Gerta's eyes locked onto the meat in Franco's mouth. She let out a greedy snarl and charged.
Franco dropped the meat, placing his body between the lioness and his cubs. He hissed, trying to look bigger, more threatening.
It was a pathetic bluff, and Maud wasn't buying it. Her single eye, cold and merciless, sized him up as she advanced slowly, savoring the moment.
Franco's mind was a whirlwind of calculations. Fight? He'd be dead in seconds. Run? They'd pick off the cubs before he'd gone ten feet.
It was a checkmate.
He looked down at Sean and Roy, huddled behind his legs, trembling. A fierce, desperate resolve hardened his heart.
He threw his head back and let out a roar. It wasn't a cheetah's hiss or a lion's growl. It was a sound of pure, defiant rage, so unexpected that it made the three lionesses pause for a fraction of a second.
In that moment of hesitation, he activated the change.
The golden light flared, and the cornered cheetah was gone. In his place stood the naked, upright ape-thing.
The lionesses' brains stuttered. Their instincts had no file for this.
Franco didn't give them time to think. He bent down, scooped up a handful of dirt and dust, and flung it directly at Maud's good eye.
She roared in pain and surprise, shaking her head, momentarily blinded. The perfect encirclement was broken.
He didn't scream. He focused his entire will, pushing a single, frantic thought toward them with all his might: RUN! MOUND! NOW!
The cubs flinched as the mental command hit them, a wave of pure terror and love. They didn't need to be told twice.
Gerta recovered and started after them.
To draw her attention, Franco grabbed the nearest rock and hurled it with all his might. It struck Gerta square on the nose.
A wet, crunching sound. Blood sprayed. The lioness shrieked, the pain driving her into a frenzy. All thoughts of the cubs vanished, replaced by a singular, murderous focus on the creature that had hurt her.
Franco saw the hate in her eyes and knew his plan had worked.
He turned and ran, heading in the opposite direction from his sons.
Cassia and a now-recovered Maud joined the chase. Three furious lionesses, hell-bent on tearing apart the strange, naked monster that had appeared in their territory.
Franco crashed through the undergrowth, thorns and branches tearing at his bare skin, leaving bloody trails. He didn't feel the pain. He just ran.
He used his human mind, his ability to see patterns and predict trajectories. He dodged, weaved, and used trees and rocks to block their charges. The lionesses' claws raked his back, the burning pain a constant reminder of how close they were.
His lungs felt like they were on fire. His legs were turning to lead. His vision started to tunnel.
And then he saw it.
Up ahead, the ground simply ended. A deep, dark chasm, a crack in the earth that stretched as far as he could see.
He was trapped.
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7.6
Jocelyn Yang lived in the grand Turner Mansion, not as a guest, but as a prisoner. Ever since her father's death, the ruthless billionaire Elam Turner forced her to atone for sins her father never committed.
On her nineteenth birthday, a male classmate secretly sent her a diamond necklace. Elam, who had flown back from London overnight, flew into a psychotic, jealous rage at the sight of another man's gift.
He mercilessly crushed the delicate necklace into the marble floor with his custom leather shoe.
"Did you forget what you are?" Elam hissed, dragging her into a pitch-black storage room. "You take gifts from other men behind my back?"
He pinned her to the dusty floorboards and violently assaulted her. The next morning, a wire transfer of $500,000 hit her bank account. He had humiliated her, broken her spirit, and was now casually trying to buy her silence. Later, when a broken bike left her walking miles through a freezing rainstorm, he just shoved scalding tea into her bleeding hands.
"Look at you," he sneered. "You look like a stray dog ruining my floors."
Jocelyn curled up in the cold, her lips bleeding and her heart shattered. She couldn't understand his terrifying obsession. If he hated her so much, why did he refuse to let her go? Why did he look at her with such manic hunger while systematically destroying her life?
Staring at the massive sum of hush money on her phone, a desperate spark of vengeance flared in her chest. Jocelyn wired every single cent back to Elam's account. She picked up her charcoal pencil, vowing to win the upcoming art competition and buy her escape from this monster forever.
7.9
Hannah came home under a false identity, ready to keep her head down and avoid trouble. Then a near-drowning opened her eyes, and the family she had wanted gave her nothing but disappointment.
She severed every tie, shed the disguise, and rose in revenge as a miracle doctor, brilliant hacker, and feared underworld ruler. Shock followed her family at every turn.
Her parents regretted everything. Her eldest brother clung desperately to the bond of their shared blood, while her second brother gave up his entire fortune just to earn her forgiveness. Her third brother offered up his own body for a surgery-all to save her.
But Hannah stayed cold and built her empire alone. Only one deadly rival refused to be ignored.
"I was hired to kill you, mister."
"Then take my heart, too."
8.3
EDEN
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.
9.1
He postponed putting my name on the deed 18 times.
Each time, his mentee Ciera had an “emergency.” Each time, he ran to her.
I watched him give her his prized Montblanc pen—the one he wouldn’t even let me borrow. I saw her post their late nights on Instagram. I ate anniversary dinners alone while he “mentored” her.
Then he bought me a necklace—identical to the one she just flaunted online.
That was when I stopped feeling anything.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t fight. I simply packed two suitcases, resigned from our firm, and booked a one-way ticket to London.
He thinks I’m coming back in a week.
He has no idea I’m gone for good.
Nineteen broken promises. One silent goodbye. And a new life waiting across the ocean.
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.
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.