His Untamed Prey: The Reborn Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 576 | Released on: 14/05/2026

infinity, then shattered to

black sky over the outsk

the bone. She pressed her trembling back ag

f the concrete stairs. Jeri held an expensive blac

tip of her designer stiletto. The muddy wat

ought nothing but shame to the Wyatt military family. She anno

rward. Spike, the leader, flipped open a switchblade. Th

Jeri to remember they were s

rdered Spike to take good care of

antly against the concrete as she walked a

He lunged at Eliza, his rough hands grab

hest. She shoved Spike's chest with b

ayne, immediately flanked her, cut

n the moss-covered concrete step.

. The rough concrete tore the skin off

handful of Eliza's long, wet

d blindly at the ground, her fingernail

e sank her teeth into t

. He threw her off

vision exploded with white stars a

the steep, unrailed staircase, her

pe protruding from the wall. A s

broken doll. Blood rapidly pooled aro

e peered down into the darkness, spat i

heartbeat stopped entirely b

ive, freezing current of consciousness vio

racted with a viole

emory of "Project Chimera"-a disbanded black-ops military program-exploded, i

itched her fingers. A dro

rrified look was completely gone. In its pl

ect Chimera, had officially aw

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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.”