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Chapter 3

Word Count: 796    |    Released on: 12/05/2026

er neck. The predatory gleam of his fangs was the

as steady as a metronome. The monomolecular blade in her right hand wa

kin, she would sever his central ner

didn'

pped from his chest, and he vi

nd sank his fangs dee

s uniform and into the flesh beneath. The scent of

. It bought him a precious moment of clarity. The feral red in

f of her, but the violent hormonal sur

ood. A flicker of genuine surprise crossed her face. She hadn't exp

he retracte

a bold

nds and placed them firmly

calm, soothing, and utterly non-

nds, was the final straw. It was the one thi

m. With a surge of raw, untame

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nto the wall, were ripped from their moorings. The

ir with a vicious hiss, smashing into t

stasia flinch. She mentally recalibrated her asses

crambled away from her as if he'd been burned,

his head. His wolf ears drooped, and his tail wrapped tight

voice was a broken, shredded whisper

lothes. She looked at the magnificent, powerful man cowering in

ored hi

rturned metal table, her e

s fingers. He fought back the storm in his head

n light flashed. A small, refrigerated safe clicked open,

ktail of pure, concentrated energy. This wasn't an inhibitor-i

violently. With a desperate shove, he sent

d and rushed. "Replenish your energy. The

the floor beside the open safe. He gasped for air,

. Blue's analysis flashed in her mind: High-purity biomass

such a primitive-looking world to have th

him, bit off the cap with a crisp snap, and tilted

aced a path down her pale throat. In the di

throat worked, a dry, hard swallow. He immediately slammed hi

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