His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

Author: Yan Shui

Chapter 1

Word Count: 685 | Released on: 14/05/2026

open. Her tactical boots kicked

he hit the concrete floor, executing a flawless combat ro

Her breathing was slow, measured, and entirely under her control. S

ger three times in rapid succession. Three mercenaries

econd-in-command, the only man she trusted to watch her back in this hellho

d hallway, her eyes scanning every shadow. She head

ss of the landing. He swung a milita

s wrist. Her right hand drew her combat knife and drove

ion remained completely blank. She pulled the knife out wi

gale-force winds and the deafening roar o

ched out his right hand, encased in a blac

vault onto the helicopter's metal skid. The tight muscles in

nds locked, a dark, vicious

nge, hidden perfectly inside his sleeve, pl

. A glowing blue neurotoxin sho

s. Her heart felt like a giant,

ackward, her spine slamming hard agai

ated coldly that this was the highest directive from Co

t the edges of her vision. The neurotoxin was designed to

the trigger. He prepared to

taste of blood filled her mouth. She used the sharp spike

chamber, she twisted her torso. It was a movement

r shoulder. She used the spinning momen

She snapped it outward with brutal force. The sharp

The gun clatte

She drove it upward, straight through the bottom of Mi

wet, gurgling sound rattled in his throat.

he crashed onto the me

her brain's connection to her

e helicopter lifted off into the

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His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

Yan Shui Romance

“I was the top commander of a black-ops military program. After slaughtering my way through a hellish mission, I reached the extraction helicopter, trusting my second-in-command to watch my back. But the moment our hands locked, he didn't pull me up. Instead, he plunged a syringe of lethal neurotoxin directly into my neck. He aimed his gun at my chest, coldly stating that I was too dangerous to live. My lungs stopped, and I died in a pool of my own blood. But the endless blackness suddenly shattered. My consciousness violently forced its way into a new, broken shell. I woke up in a freezing alley, soaked in muddy rain. This body belonged to seventeen-year-old Eliza Wyatt. A massive wave of foreign memories crashed into my brain. Her own younger sister had just stood at the top of the stairs with a mocking smile, watching street thugs beat Eliza to death. "Take good care of the Wyatt family's eldest daughter. Tonight is the night she finally disappears." The endless humiliation, the cold stares of her family, and the brutal betrayal by her own blood flashed before my eyes. Why was this fragile girl treated like garbage and pushed to her death by the very people who should have protected her? I looked down at my pale, trembling hands. The top commander was dead, but in this bleeding shell, Eliza Wyatt was very much alive. I picked up a switchblade from the bloody puddle and stood up in the storm. It was time to hunt.”