His Feral Mate

Shielded By The Ruthless Military Boss

Mo Yufei

I was an intern nurse working exhausting shifts, yet my mother constantly forced me into blind dates with wealthy, arrogant men to secure our family's social standing. During a terrifying hospital lockdown, an assassin disguised as a doctor held a scalpel to my throat. I was almost killed, but a high-ranking military colonel threw his own body down a flight of concrete stairs to shield me. I survived with cuts and bruises, but when I went home, my mother didn't care about my near-death experience. She was only furious that I had rushed out on my blind date with Preston, a rich financial analyst. She forced me to meet him to apologize. When Preston grabbed my arm, bruised me, and mocked my attack as a pathetic lie, my mother still took his side. "Men get angry," she told me coldly. "It's your job not to provoke them. You will beg for his forgiveness, or you are no longer welcome in this house." I had narrowly escaped an assassin, yet my own family was willing to feed me to a monster just for a fat paycheck and neighborhood gossip. My heart went completely dead. So, when the intimidating Colonel appeared, offering me maximum military protection through a sudden marriage, I didn't hesitate. I walked back into my parents' house and calmly slapped a crisp marriage certificate onto the coffee table. "I won't be apologizing to Preston. I got married today."

Romance Suspense Romance Flash Marriage Female-Centered Personal Growth

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Eliana POV

The suffocating scent of dark rum and cedar hit me first, heavy and intoxicating. I gasped, my eyes snapping open to the dim, luxurious expanse of Jaren’s Alpha Suite. The heavy silk sheets tangled around my legs. A massive, scorching weight pinned me down.

Jaren.

My breath hitched. I wasn't dead. The execution, the agonizing betrayal, the cold stone floor—it was gone. I was back. Back to the very night I made the most fatal mistake of my life: trying to use a black-market aphrodisiac mixed with my natural white peach and jasmine scent to seduce the Second Alpha Son.

Right now, the drug had pushed his volatile Inner Wolf into a violent, heat-like frenzy. He was a beast operating purely on instinct.

"No," I choked out, shoving frantically at his chest. But I was a Wolfless Omega, and he was a pureblood Alpha. My resistance meant absolutely nothing against his terrifying strength.

Desperation clawed at my throat. I couldn't let history repeat itself. I couldn't become his broken Breeder again, trapped in a nightmare that ended in my death. I lunged forward and sank my teeth into his bare shoulder, tasting copper.

Jaren let out a guttural roar. His Inner Wolf registered the sharp pain, and his eyes snapped to mine, glowing with a terrifying, predatory gold. His large hand clamped around my throat, cutting off my air. He didn't speak; his beast was entirely in control. He lowered his head, and before I could scream, his sharp canines pierced the fragile skin of my collarbone.

A pre-Marking bite.

Fire erupted in my veins. I sobbed, the pain blinding me until the drug and his frenzy finally dragged him under. With a heavy groan, he collapsed beside me, his grip loosening.

I didn't waste a single second. Ignoring the bone-crushing ache in my body, I slid off the mattress. My bare feet sank into the plush Giant Bear rug. I snatched my torn clothes from the floor, dressed with trembling hands, and slipped out the heavy oak door into the cold night.

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