OneWinged
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#1 Dominantmmc 23/08/26
#1 obsessivemmc 25/08/26
#1 Adultromance 25/08/26
She won a luxury companion in a galactic lottery.
What arrived was not a pet.
He was a disgraced warlord... tall, with deep purple skin, long silver hair, razor-sharp horns, and a long, powerful tail that seemed to have a mind of its own.
Collared. Sold. Humiliated.
And completely unwilling to stay on his knees.
The moment those silver eyes locked onto her red hair and sharp mouth, the power balance shifted.
"You bought a companion. What you actually received... is a male who fully intends to own you instead."
She has a fiery temper and zero intention of being claimed.
He has sharp horns, a long tail, and every intention of turning the collar the other way around.
This is not an instant claiming.
This is a slow, dangerous burn... filled with power struggles, sharp words, and a leash that starts to feel like it belongs on the wrong neck.
The collar is still around his throat.
But every day, it feels less like his restraint...
and more like a warning.