Claimed By The Touch-Starved Alpha Beasts

Chapter 6

Word Count: 725 | Released on: 11/05/2026

base was quieter, the a

lective metal. At the end of the hall, standing outside a set of

corated with rows of medals. His skin was a deep bronze, and a jagged, pale scar-a burn mark f

miral Fletc

at Cassandra, and the hardened, brutal lines of his face ins

dator that had suddenly realized it was

eading, and spoke in a low, rumbling voice. His hands, which look

s expression neutral.

ner," Jefferson translated. "

ed a small, hes

acknowledgment, but he quickly spoke again

cker of annoyance crossed his

d, his AI still struggling to build complex sent

rowned. "Th

kly. "But... he insists. Offers... his per

a stoppe

sed the words. P

military commander. He was staring at her with an intensity that

read flooded her mind. The alien overlords.

floor. A cold sweat broke o

s me in

She took a step back, putting more dista

half-step forward, raising a hand as if to stop

, cutting off whatever Jeffe

her fingernails into her biceps. She glared at Fletch

e his 'generosity,' but I am not moving into a strange man's b

to Fletcher's devastated one. He realized immediately that a massive cultural transl

n their native tongue. His tone w

error of the First Fle

taring at his boots. He looked exactly like a massive, abused do

radiating from

onfusion. Why is he acting like that? I just refused t

r-the-top protection, the manic doctor, the

her mind. What if it's not just him

was watching her carefully

her heart rate picking up again. O

rson, her voice tight and col

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“I woke up choking on rotting air in an alien jungle, surrounded by giant bioluminescent ferns and a three-eyed, armor-plated beast charging straight at me. Before the monster could tear me apart, I was saved by a squad of men with metallic wings and laser rifles, but my nightmare was just beginning. When they brought me back to their high-tech military base, every soldier we passed stopped dead, staring at me with a feverish, starving hunger that made my skin crawl. In the medical wing, a manic doctor bypassed all protocol, pulling out a wicked silver needle to forcibly extract my blood, looking at me not as a patient, but as a winning lottery ticket. Even their highest-ranking commander, a giant, scarred Admiral, immediately tried to claim me, demanding I be moved into his personal bedroom for "protection." I didn't understand why I was being treated like a caged miracle, nor why a simple, accidental touch of my hand could bring my winged protector to his knees and silence his feral instincts. "In the Aethel Empire, there are no females," my protector whispered, his icy blue eyes filled with raw desperation. "You are the only one." The portal that brought me here was fading, trapping me in a universe of eighty billion shapeshifting Alpha males. Looking at the terrifying devotion in his eyes, I realized my life as an ordinary human was over, and to survive this, I had to tame the beasts.”