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Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies Novel Cover

Time Travel to Ancient Times: Farming and Having Babies

Karlie Holloway woke up bleeding in a dark cave on an alien planet, her leg pinned beneath twisted metal shrapnel. Before she could even process the pain, a massive, feral man lunged from the shadows, his eyes reduced to crimson slits. His mind was shattered by a biological frenzy, and his leg was rotting from a deliberately poisoned wound. He was Gavin Knapp, a warrior betrayed. His fiancée had secretly drugged him, and his stepbrother had lured him into a deadly trap. They left him to die raving mad in the wilderness so they could steal his inheritance. "Get off me!" Karlie gasped as his massive hands pinned her to the cold rock, his hot breath suffocating her. She had no weapons and no strength to fight off a monster. If she struggled, he would crush her. If they stayed in this cave, his family's cruel plot would succeed, and they would both rot in the dirt. It was sickeningly cruel. A strong man reduced to a worthless, crippled beast by the people he trusted most. Why should his abusers get to live comfortably in the settlement while he suffered in agony? And why should Karlie die as collateral damage on a planet she didn't even belong to? Staring into his wild, desperate eyes, Karlie stopped struggling and activated her AI interface. She grabbed the burning skin of his neck and initiated the energy symbiosis. She wasn't just going to cure his cursed leg, she was going to take her new mate back to the settlement and make his betrayers pay.
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Chapter 3

They walked for half the day. The forest was dense, the ground uneven and treacherous with roots and loose stones. Every step was a struggle. Gavin's breathing was ragged, his face pale and slick with sweat, but he never complained. He just gritted his teeth and pushed forward, leaning heavily on Karlie.

Finally, they reached a small clearing. A massive tree dominated the space, its trunk wider than a house. Instead of leaves, it bore clusters of fist-sized fruit, a deep purple-red that seemed to glow in the dappled light.

"Here," Gavin said, his voice thin. He slumped against the trunk, sliding down to sit on a root. "We rest."

Karlie helped him settle, then leaned against the tree herself, her own legs shaking. She was exhausted, her energy reserves scraping the bottom again.

She looked up at the fruit. Unit 9, scan those.

A beam of invisible light swept over the tree. Data populated her vision.

Species: Blood Spirit Fruit. Energy density: 3.2 times standard post-war energy core. Edible. Mild restorative properties.

Karlie's jaw dropped. "Holy shit," she breathed. She looked at the fruit, then back at the data. A fruit that was three times more potent than the energy cores she used to kill herself to find? Just hanging here on a tree?

She reached up and plucked two of the heavy fruits. They were warm to the touch, pulsing faintly under the skin.

She tossed one to Gavin. "Eat this."

He caught it, staring at it in surprise. "This is a Blood Spirit Fruit," he said. "They are rare. Usually, only the hunting parties bring them back, and even then, we only get a taste..."

"Well, today you get a whole one." Karlie said. She bit into hers. The flesh was soft and juicy, bursting with a sweet, tangy flavor that immediately sent a wave of warmth through her body. The ache in her muscles faded slightly; the fog in her head cleared.

Gavin watched her for a moment, then took a hesitant bite. His eyes widened. Color began to return to his cheeks.

While he ate, Karlie reached out and gently probed his injured leg. He tensed but didn't pull away.

Unit 9, deep scan.

The data was grim. Compound cursed wound. Old tears, energy erosion, necrotic venom. Standard medical intervention ineffective. Requires high-level purification or specific energy neutralization.

"It's worse than I thought." she murmured.

Gavin looked down at his leg, his expression darkening. "It was meant to be," he said bitterly. "It wasn't just Caprice. It was her new lover. Konner Porter. My stepbrother."

Karlie looked up. "Your stepbrother?"

"He has always hated me," Gavin said, his voice low and angry. "Our father favored me, even though I was the stepson. When Caprice and I were contracted, it pushed him over the edge. They set a trap for me in the hunting grounds. They lured a high-level beast to attack me. I took the hit to cover the retreat of the others. The beast's claw was poisoned."

He paused, his hands clenching into fists. "And while I lay dying, Caprice broke our contract and went to him. She said I was no longer the strongest, so she had no use for me."

Karlie felt a surge of anger on his behalf. It wasn't just betrayal; it was calculated cruelty. "They set you up to die," she said.

"Or worse," Gavin said. "A crippled male in this world is worthless. They thought I would be cast out, a beggar. They didn't expect me to survive the rut, or to find..." He trailed off, looking at her.

Karlie met his gaze. The complexity of their situation hung heavy in the air between them. He had hurt her, but he had also been hurt.

"Your leg," she said slowly. "I might have a way to help it. But I need time, and some... special materials."

Gavin's eyes lit up with a desperate hope that quickly faded into skepticism. "The healers said it was impossible. The curse is too deep."

"I'm not a healer," Karlie said. "And I don't play by their rules."

She didn't elaborate. She couldn't. Not yet. But the seed of hope had been planted.

They sat in silence for a moment. Karlie finished her fruit and wiped her hands on her pants. "Caprice," she said. "Did you love her?"

Gavin laughed, a short, harsh sound. "Love? It was a family arrangement. They said our energy profiles were compatible. I never really knew her. Not until the rut. Not until I realized she had been dosing my water for months, feeding me small amounts of suppressants to make me dependent on her."

Karlie felt a chill run down her spine. Long-term mental manipulation. It was sick.

"Wait," she said, a thought striking her. "If she was dosing you, and you were dependent... then why were you in so much pain during the rut?"

Gavin's face flushed red. He looked away, his jaw working as he stared into the dark woods. "The rut is about energy overload, not lust," he murmured, his voice dropping to a shameful, pained whisper. "And I... I never actually... bonded with her. She always made excuses. She never allowed the bond to complete. So when the rut hit, without a true anchor... it was the first time I'd ever lost control like that. I had no idea how to handle the surge. It was my first time."

The words hung in the air. It changed things. It didn't erase the terror or the pain, but it added a layer of tragedy to it. He hadn't been a monster taking what he wanted; he had been a victim, drowning, and she had been his first breath of air.

"We should move," Karlie said, clearing her throat. "We need to reach the settlement before dark."

Gavin nodded, grateful for the change of subject. He struggled to his feet, using the tree for support. Karlie moved to his side, slipping her arm around his waist. This time, the contact felt less like a burden and more like a partnership.

As they walked, Karlie kept her eyes on the forest, using Unit 9 to scan the plants around her. Every few feet, another "high-value" species popped up. Her mind buzzed with possibilities. This planet was a goldmine.

Gavin watched her from the corner of his eye. She would stare off into space, her eyes moving rapidly as if reading something invisible, and then a look of excitement or deep thought would cross her face. She was a mystery, one he was becoming more and more desperate to solve.

They reached the edge of the forest as the sun began to dip. Ahead, the land had been cleared, marking the perimeter of the settlement.

Gavin stopped, taking a deep breath. He turned to her, his expression serious. "Whatever happens in there, remember you are my mate. I will protect you."

Karlie looked into his dark, earnest eyes. For the first time since she woke up in this nightmare, she felt a flicker of something warm in her chest. "I know," she said.

They stepped across the boundary line, into the Eastern Flame Settlement.

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