Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

Chapter 4

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side Anastasia's body like a small star. The she

limbs. Her normally pale skin flush

mind. HOST'S CURRENT PHYSIOLOGY CANNOT FULLY METABOLIZ

exhaustion, heavy and absolute, crashed over h

his eye, felt his heart seize. He moved like a phant

could hit the unforgiving alloy f

in his embrace, every muscle in his b

against his broad, hard chest, her warm bre

ight as a feather, as fragile as spun glass. He was t

vements impossibly gentle for

nder scanned the stark room, his eyes landing

d her down. He lingered for a moment, his large, warm hand still c

beside the mat, cross-legged,

ething miracu

ble scent began to emanate from her. It was a pure, sweet, and

at cycle, a condition that the Empire's best doctors

orment, the constant battle for contro

d comfortable. His tail, which had been coiled in a knot of tension,

ar and desperation in his eyes slowly melted

touch her cheek, to feel if she was real. But he st

attempt to frame his feelings in the familiar

ry Empire, a high-grade Omega was the most valuable resou

ld be devoured by the greedy hyenas of

s took root in his soul. His wolfish eyes glo

ot give he

treasure delivered by the go

of the First Fleet's intelligence network to discover who s

he would make her his Prima

vated his personal star-brain and issu

e other than me attempts to open this door, initiate self-destru

dn't bring himself to close his eyes, terrified that if he di

al in the Empire became the most loyal watch

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Mated To The Possessive Wolf Admiral

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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.”