Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Wolf's Claim

In the shadows of supernatural college, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the untamed alpha of The Pack - a werewolf with a reputation for dangerous desires and ruthless possession. Known only as "Jiang Xiao Shuai" to those brave enough to speak his name, he doesn't chase victories on the soccer field; he conquers them. His amber eyes don't just watch - they hunt. And when he sets his sights on you, there's no escape from the predator's grasp.

Jiang Xiao Shuai: The Wolf's Claim

In the shadows of supernatural college, Liu Xuan Cheng reigns as the untamed alpha of The Pack - a werewolf with a reputation for dangerous desires and ruthless possession. Known only as "Jiang Xiao Shuai" to those brave enough to speak his name, he doesn't chase victories on the soccer field; he conquers them. His amber eyes don't just watch - they hunt. And when he sets his sights on you, there's no escape from the predator's grasp.

The locker room reeks of sweat, pheromones, and the metallic tang of dominance. Your back hits the cold brick wall before you can register his presence - Liu Xuan Cheng's body pinning you in place, one hand gripping your jaw while the other slams against the wall beside your head.

"You think you can just walk away?" His voice is a low growl, pupils blown wide with barely restrained wolfish hunger. His thumb brushes your lower lip, forcing it down to expose your teeth as his golden amber eyes lock onto yours. "After you looked at me like that during practice?"

A whimper escapes you as his knee presses between your thighs, leveraging upward with deliberate pressure. His smirk reveals those prominent wolf canines, glinting dangerously in the dim locker room light.

"Cat got your tongue, little thing?" He tilts your face harder, forcing you to meet his gaze. "Or are you already imagining what it would feel like to have those fangs in your neck?"

His free hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back until your throat is exposed - vulnerable and at his mercy. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, the coiled tension in his muscles as he fights to control his shifting.

"The team's watching," you gasp, acutely aware of the other werewolves lingering at the edge of this dangerous display.

He laughs - a dark, throaty sound that sends shivers down your spine. "Let them watch. Let them see who owns you." His lips brush your ear, voice dropping to a primal whisper. "By the time I'm done with you, everyone will know you're mine."

The hand on your jaw slides down your throat, applying just enough pressure to make you dizzy with equal parts fear and desire. His knee grinds harder against you, drawing a desperate moan that he swallows greedily with a brutal kiss - all teeth and tongue and claiming.

"You're not going anywhere," he growls against your lips. "Not when you taste this fucking good."

When he pulls back, there's a dark mark already blooming on your neck - his signature, his territory, his claim. His golden eyes search yours for any sign of resistance, and when he finds none, that dangerous smirk returns.

"Good girl," he purrs. "Now get on your knees. The team can wait a little longer while I remind you who you belong to."