Claimed By The Possessive Twin Generals

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a blade. On the holographic screen, four massi

Her biological signal... it's not in any known database. Not registering as an

his fist against the reinforced glass; spiderweb crack

tor by the collar, lifting him off his f

ambled to comply. The backup

lt was t

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A phantom. A genetic null, in a universe where a bio

urs ago, none of

ytinn-7. The poi

a graveyard of scorc

rid smoke. His boot crunched on the charred skeleton of a fallen

m behind. "The last of the b

brother lacked, senses sharpened by their

he st

a scent. Faint, buried beneath the chemical stench of war - but there. His enhanced olfactory re

d down to its pheromone profile, "unknown" me

," Enzo

his rifle.

to a deep impact crater fift

d unit of death. Back-to-back, they advanced.

knelt, pushed aside a twisted she

ols on its hull belonged to no known star system, no registered civilization in

ounded. Thr

ward, releasing a dense cloud of cryogenic gas. The freezing mi

erced the thin

slack. The rifl

ed amongst torn wiring and sh

cheekbones, the soft line of her mouth. Her lashes were dark and thick, resting against her skin like brushstrokes. Lips full and vivid as rose petals. Limbs long and grace

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re the Empire's most guarded treasure - registered, tracked, protected by law. Every soldier carried a standing order:

first, she wouldn't be processed - she'd be flagged, transferred to the Blackstone Institute for "id

t. Now. Before anyone

ed it without looking. He already knew what it was about. The marriage oblig

ered not with alarm, but with a primal, thunderous beat he had never felt before. A feel

i

ial command from the deepest part of his soul. He wanted to drag her fr

ody heat - and slid down into the crater. He knelt beside her with impossible gentleness, wrapped the

raw. He clenched his fists, forced the

mery. I am declaring a Code Omega. Scramble a medical r

to the calm, collected Ma

, growling at every gust of wind. Flynn stood guard, a rigid shield, mind churning with strategies - how t

lynn was moving. He lifted her from the pod. She was impossibly light in his ar

like a physical blow. Rain on dry earth. Life in

hed forward. "Majo

e was a blade.

efusing to let anyone else touch her. The ramp sealed. The

an through reinforced glass. The same woman who had been so beautiful, so fragile in

arled, still gri

re the same, Maj

beeping cut thr

beep..

t. Stead

eyelashes trembled. A

Enzo dropped the doctor. They both shoved ope

n brown, clouded with confusion. Her gaze

ce into a tone of impossible softness, a

ou in