Pampered By The Cold Panther Alpha

From the back cover

I survived ten years of a brutal, flesh-tearing apocalypse on Earth, only to wake up in a damp, alien jungle.

Before I could even catch my breath, a squad of heavily armed men ripped the glowing core out of a truck-sized mantis monster.

Then, one of them shifted into a massive, two-headed black hound and cornered me against a tree.

My energy reserves were completely dry. Facing a team of elite, beast-shifting predators, a direct fight was absolute suicide.

So, I suppressed every ounce of my S-class killing intent, huddled in the dirt, and forced my eyes to well up with terrified tears.

I expected to be interrogated or killed on the spot.

Instead, the moment they caught my scent, the ruthless killers froze in utter shock, their hostility vanishing into thin air.

"A wild female..."

They whispered the words like I was a priceless, fragile artifact.

I quickly learned the absurd truth of this universe: females were incredibly rare, powerless treasures worshipped and protected by powerful beast-men.

Without missing a beat, I clutched my head and faked a flawless case of amnesia.

I played the helpless victim, letting their terrifying, notoriously untouchable alpha leader carry me to his starship, secure my legal citizenship, and hand me the keys to a luxury villa along with a hundred million credits.

After a decade of fighting for scraps, I finally had a ticket to a perfect, pampered life.

Now, I just have to make sure these overprotective men never find out about the world-destroying power dormant inside me.