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All Chapters of Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter: Chapter 1 - Chapter 4
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Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter/JENNIFER REGINALD
LYRA It’s my eighteenth birthday today, and I can hear the merriment from the banquet hall. Werewolves are laughing, chatting, and probably shoving their faces full of food. It’s a festive night for them, and everyone seems to be in high spirits, everyone except for me. And their celebration has nothing to do with my birthday. No one cares about my birthday. I only keep track of the years because I like to know how long I’ve been stuck in this miserable cycle. A weak human slave like me isn’t allowed to be merry or join in any festivities. I only have one job: work, work, and then work some more. That is the only thing I’m good for in this werewolf territory. I wipe the plates clean and stack them on the rack to be taken to the banquet hall. Tonight, Alpha Lucian is hosting a party for one of the neighboring alphas visiting Shadowmoon Pack. Thinking about it almost makes me scoff. Werewolves love parties so much. But I can’t even blame them. They are always at war, so I guess th
Last Updated : 2025-01-17TWO
Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter/JENNIFER REGINALD
LYRA My breath catches in my throat when I’m met with a pair of cold, dead-blue eyes. They’re piercing and like shards of ice boring into my soul. Standing at the entrance is a man I’ve never seen before. His imposing frame blocks the doorway. There is a deep frown etched between his brows, the kind that could silence a room without a single word. “Goddess!” Mrs. Carol screeches from beside him.“Don’t tell me you haven’t cleaned this room yet, Lyra?” Mrs. Carol is fuming at me. But before she can go any further, the man intervenes. “I’ll handle it from here,” he tells Carol. “You can leave.” His voice feels like a dozen echoes bouncing in my chest.Mrs. Carol’s mouth opens as if she wants to argue, but one look at him, and she shuts it again. With a final glare in my direction, she scurries away, leaving me alone with the intimidating stranger.I quickly lower my eyes to the floor out of fear. I am too tense to think straight. I have not seen this man in Shadowmoon bef
Last Updated : 2025-01-17THREE
Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter/JENNIFER REGINALD
LYRA Alpha? I should have known. A man with an aura this strong could only be an Alpha. It explains everything: the way his presence fills the room, those cold, unkind blue eyes, and the perpetual frown etched on his face like he is allergic to smiling. Cruel werewolves. How can Alpha Lucian just offer me to another like I’m some trinket to be passed around? All because of one small mistake? I know I’m doomed. Even if this new Alpha helped me earlier, he is still one of them, a wolf through and through. Looking at him, he seems to be around the same age as Nathan or slightly older. Men within their age and rank are all douchebags. “I accept your offer,” the man says. His deep voice is calm but decisive. Cheers erupt in the banquet hall like he just declared world peace. Meanwhile, I’m frozen on the floor, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “That settles it!” Alpha Lucian booms, raising his glass in a grand toast. The crowd follows suit, lifting their glasses high, their voices
Last Updated : 2025-01-17FOUR
Rescuing my Human Lover: She is a Fighter/JENNIFER REGINALD
LYRA I blink as my new Alpha moves across the room with a calmness that feels out of place in this situation. He peels off the jacket I soaked with drinks earlier. Then he sits on the couch, crossing his long legs with the kind of casualness that makes me feel like I’m in a room with a predator who is not in a hurry to pounce. Realizing I’m still sprawled on his ridiculously soft bed, I scramble down, my feet barely steady on the plush carpet. Sure, the bed feels like a slice of heaven, but I know better than to overstay my welcome on something that doesn’t belong to me. I make the mistake of glancing up, and there it is again; his eyes. Those piercing blue eyes are locked onto me, unblinking and unreadable. My stomach twists in ways I’ve never felt before, not even during my most humiliating bouts of diarrhea. Quickly, I drop my gaze to the floor. Safer there. But even as I stare at my toes, I can’t ignore the oddity of his gaze. It’s not filled with the raw, unfiltered lust
Last Updated : 2025-01-18
