Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

Chapter 2

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completely broke Evander's brain. His tactical mind, capable of processing fleet-scale b

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eigned astonishment flashing within them. She had

-gray fur, emerged from the back of his military trousers. It thrash

ss her vision. CONFIRMING COORDINATE DEVIATION FROM NATIVE UN

found them. The species that held the key to solving the genetic decay

she bit her lower lip, forcing a look of

thought he had terrified her. A wounded look crossed

his bones, his voice a hoarse rasp. "Don't

arning. She took a deep breath and closed the distance again, s

her. Her own body reacted instinctively, a flicker of combat

vel with his. Her expression was a perf

His wolf ears flattened against his head

r a weapon bred in a sterile lab, who had never known soft

fingertips moving with hypnotic sl

im to pull away, to run. But his body was frozen, bewitched. He found

ntact with the soft, downy

shot down Evander's spine. His back went ramr

way. Instead, it instinctively rubbed against he

s gut. He jerked his head away, his eyes now blazing r

rattling as if they were about to snap. "

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ain," she whispered, her voice laced with a u

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ed. A massive shadow fell over Anastasia

ghs tensed. A monomolecular blade, thin as a whisper, slid sil

ed a half-inch from the delicate, pulsing artery in h

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“I am a top-tier Alpha from another universe, but a spatial jump error dropped me straight into a high-security military isolation chamber. Right in front of me was a terrifying, silver-haired wolf-beastman Admiral, completely losing his mind to a lethal biological heat cycle. To survive in this strange dimension where my powers were restricted, I had to pretend to be a helpless, terrified girl. Surprisingly, my mere presence and scent instantly cured his incurable madness. But this backfired horribly. He became obsessively possessive, treating me like a fragile, priceless treasure. When I managed to sneak out to the city's lawless slums to gather intel and accidentally saved a dying panther boy, the Admiral went completely feral. He brought an entire war fleet, blotting out the sky, just to "rescue" me. He nearly slaughtered the boy out of blind jealousy, forcing me to throw myself into his arms and cry fake tears to stop the bloodshed. "I'm taking you home. No one will ever hurt you again." He brought me to his flagship's secret medical bay and ordered the Empire's chief doctor to run a full genetic classification test on me. I panicked. If they discovered my true identity as an off-world Alpha, I would be dissected or executed. I immediately commanded my AI system to fake my blood data, aiming for a perfectly average, forgettable Omega result. But as the machine processed my blood, the alarms blared, and the system overloaded. The old doctor fell to his knees in absolute worship, and the terrifying Admiral looked at me with wild, starving eyes. My system had overcompensated. I wasn't registered as average. I was just classified as the only SSSSS-grade Omega in the history of the universe.”