side Anastasia's body like a small star. The she

limbs. Her normally pale skin flush

mind. HOST'S CURRENT PHYSIOLOGY CANNOT FULLY METABOLIZ

exhaustion, heavy and absolute, crashed over h

his eye, felt his heart seize. He moved like a phant

could hit the unforgiving alloy f

in his embrace, every muscle in his b

against his broad, hard chest, her warm bre

ight as a feather, as fragile as spun glass. He was t

vements impossibly gentle for

nder scanned the stark room, his eyes landing

d her down. He lingered for a moment, his large, warm hand still c

beside the mat, cross-legged,

ething miracu

ble scent began to emanate from her. It was a pure, sweet, and

at cycle, a condition that the Empire's best doctors

orment, the constant battle for contro

d comfortable. His tail, which had been coiled in a knot of tension,

ar and desperation in his eyes slowly melted

touch her cheek, to feel if she was real. But he st

attempt to frame his feelings in the familiar

ry Empire, a high-grade Omega was the most valuable resou

ld be devoured by the greedy hyenas of

s took root in his soul. His wolfish eyes glo

ot give he

treasure delivered by the go

of the First Fleet's intelligence network to discover who s

he would make her his Prima

vated his personal star-brain and issu

e other than me attempts to open this door, initiate self-destru

dn't bring himself to close his eyes, terrified that if he di

al in the Empire became the most loyal watch