Blackmiyo
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He was built for war. Bred for dominance. Bound by instinct.
I was only supposed to salvage a dead ship. But deep inside the wreckage, I found him - a sleeping alien warlord locked in obsidian, armor fused to skin, and a relic pulsing beneath his chest like a second heart.
When I touched it, I woke him.
Now I'm marked. Bound. And he's in heat - relentless, primal, and focused on only one thing: me.
Serron Valek doesn't ask for permission. He doesn't wait. He claims, knots, and fills until the bond takes root.
He says I belong to him now - body, mind, and womb.
I should run.
But when he growls my name like a vow and pins me down like I'm the only thing left in the galaxy worth worshipping...
I don't want to escape.
I want more.
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Kamyawski