"You did not tell me," he rumbled, his voice a low purr that sent shivers down her spine.
"The Coalition does not matter," Kaelen interrupted, taking a heavy step forward. He reached out, his massive, clawed hand surprisingly gentle as he rested it over her hands, feeling the heat of her skin. "You carry the future of my people, Elena. You carry my blood. You and the young ones come with me now. I will let no one harm what is mine." Los Gemelos No Planeados Del Guerrero Extraterr...
He was Kaelen, a commander of the Jaxar shadow warriors, allied with the fleet for safe passage. He had saved her from a collapsing support beam. In the chaos, separated from the rest of the crew and overwhelmed by the strange, pheromone-heavy atmosphere leaking from his damaged environmental suit, instinct had taken over. It wasn't just survival. It was a pull so magnetic that it defied human physics. "You did not tell me," he rumbled, his
Elena stared at the twin lines on the plastic stick, her hands shaking. It was impossible. She was on a colony ship heading toward Kepler-186f, strictly monitored by the United Earth Coalition. There were no men on her deck. Well, no human men. "You carry the future of my people, Elena
In Jaxar culture, leaving a marked mate was a dishonor punishable by exile. But the war demanded his presence.
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"Set coordinates for the human colony ship," Kaelen growled to his navigator, his voice vibrating through the metal floor. "Prepare a boarding party. I am retrieving my family." Chapter 3: The Confrontation