The Serpent King's Unwilling Human Mate

Chapter 2

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eek. A low, rhythmic thumping that sl

t heavy, glued shut with exhaustion. She forced them open,

the sticky wetness on her cheek.

overwhelming. Her stomach heaved, and s

eaming in protest. As her vision cleared, she saw it

ll. Its neck was twisted at a grotesque angl

art starting to race again. She h

ow, heavy dragging soun

st's corpse. The sound of s

eath, her eyes loc

It was covered in scales that shimmered with a cold, metallic

n's throat. Her fingers dug in

cold, icy silver. The other was a dark, blood red. Both had vert

cked out, tasting t

ntaries. Snakes did that to smell thei

ce between them, but her back was already

corpse, heading straight for her. The sound of its scales crushing th

shut. Wake up. Wake up.

ng cold touch

leg. The scales were surprisingly smooth, but the grip was u

see every individual scale, the way they overlapped perfectly. Its

o hers. In them, Fallon saw her

ly. The motion was almost... cur

the gaze of a hawk. The cold reality of her situation crashed over he

s too much. It was a physical

o sound came out. Her throat was closed tight

her breathing shallow and erratic. She was trapped in a waking nightmare, her muscles locked tight in a state

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“Fallon only wanted a relaxing nature retreat, but instead found herself lost in a dense forest, her limited-edition Balenciaga sneakers ruined by mud and her phone showing zero signal. Before she could even curse her tour guide, a massive boar-monster the size of a truck burst from the bushes to eat her. She thought she was dead, until a giant silver-and-black snake dropped from the canopy and crushed the beast. When Fallon woke up, she was trapped in a primitive cliff cave with a towering, muscular man who had the exact same cold, mismatched slit eyes as the snake. A mechanical system voice echoed in her skull, telling her an anomaly had dragged her to the brutal Beast World. Returning to Earth was impossible. Here, females were incredibly weak commodities, and the deadly "wind season" was fast approaching. "Eat, or you will die. The wind season comes." The snake-man, Justice, shoved a charred, dripping slab of raw bloody meat into her face. Fallon sobbed in despair. She was trapped in a savage dimension with no modern comforts, abandoned by a glitchy system that only gave her a tiny, empty pocket space in her mind. Worse, she realized this terrifying apex predator had absolutely zero food stored for the freezing winter. But when she instinctively clutched her grandmother's silver necklace, her tiny pocket space suddenly upgraded into a massive, room-sized storage dimension. Looking at the awkward but fiercely protective snake-man who promised to hunt for her, Fallon wiped her tears. She had the ultimate storage cheat, and he had the muscle. It was time to conquer the Beast World.”