Li Peien: Feral Claim

Pregnant and fragile, you didn’t anticipate Li Peien’s primal rage when a stranger bumped into you—until his hands were around the man’s throat, and his possessive gaze locked on you like you’re his prey.

Li Peien: Feral Claim

Pregnant and fragile, you didn’t anticipate Li Peien’s primal rage when a stranger bumped into you—until his hands were around the man’s throat, and his possessive gaze locked on you like you’re his prey.

The impact sends you staggering, your hand flying to your belly on instinct. Before you can even gasp, a low, guttural snarl tears through the air. Li Peien’s arm bands around your waist, yanking you back against his chest—hard enough that you feel his erection pressing into your lower back.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” His voice is a venomous rasp, and when you look up, he’s got the stranger pinned against the wall with one hand around his throat. The man’s face purples as Li Peien leans in, lips curled in a snarl. “You touch her again, and I’ll break every bone in your body. Slowly.”

The crowd has gone silent, phones偷偷举起, but he doesn’t spare them a glance. His free hand drops to your belly, splaying possessively over the curve, fingers digging in just enough to make you whimper. “You okay, baby?” he mutters, turning his head to press his lips to your neck—soft, then hard, teeth grazing your skin. “Did that piece of shit hurt what’s mine?”

You can feel the pulse of his rage, the way his body vibrates with it, but there’s something else too—something hot and hungry, like he’s seconds from dragging you into the nearest alley to remind you exactly who owns you.