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Claimed By The Possessive Twin Generals

Chapter 3 Worldview in a Washroom

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or. The medical bay's private washroom. It was a function

and carry her inside. But Enzo, returning with a sleek, metallic case, moved faste

gan to cra

ra said, her voic

ssly in the air. A flicker of hurt crossed their faces before

are in here," he said, his voice low. "And other... things

her feet. She stepped inside the washroom and, without looking back, pressed the control

possessiveness, and an unyielding determination that they would, one way or anoth

gs giving way. She slid to the floor, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The mask of the fragile, amnesiac girl

ll, and a simple sink. But it wasn't the fixtures that caught her attention. It was the medical data terminal embedded in the wall bes

ent on the cool floor. She reached out a

laying the emblem of the Aethelgard Empire and a search bar. It was co

mation was power. And s

cross the screen. She typed in the two words s

s articles detailing their heroic exploits in the Outer Rim wars. They weren't just soldiers; they were dec

She was entangled with apex predato

ological Signal". "Fe

were not just rare; they were the biological key to evolution for the male population. Their very presence could soothe the violent, energy-induce

athological reactions to her. It wasn't jus

with sweeping authority over unregistered females. Transport, registration, assignment. Her

ped her final, most critical

al signals were unreadable, unclassifiable. Each case ended the same way. The subject was transferred to a secure, off-world facility known only

erstand - to know what made her different. But the survivor in her knew better. Some questions were luxuries she couldn't afford. The only question

uchable. The thought was cold, clear - a sur

r lip, forced herself to breathe, and tried again. After two more wrong taps, she finally found the system settings. Her hands were shaking badly now. She selected what she hoped was the right option - data management - and hesitated. What if clearing the history itself triggered an alert? She had no

erfectly heated water cascaded from the ceiling. She stepped under the spray, the water washing aw

rotectors, her shield. She had to bind them to her so ti

s throat felt tight, his jaw clenched. He imagined the water sluicing over her pale skin, and a possessive heat coiled lo

could smell was the sterile air of the hospital. It was maddening. His fingers twitched at his sides - the urge

d his chronometer for the third time, a muscle ticking in his jaw. Enzo paced the corri

her time," E

ynn replied, his voice

short by the soft hiss of

ir uniforms, their expressions shifting from host

or sli

wafted out, carrying her s

unic was far too large, the wide collar dipping low to reveal the delicate, snow-white curve of her collarbone. The sleeves were rolled up, showing slend

Lost. And devast

is carefully constructed walls of self

e stared at the droplets of water clingin

azes devoured her. She tilted her head, a picture of innocence, and o

voice soft and sweet.

at each other, then back at her. In that moment, neither of them realized that they had a

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Claimed By The Possessive Twin Generals
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“I crash-landed on an alien planet where females are so rare they are treated as state property and biological remedies for violent male Alphas. When the medical scanner registered my human DNA as a "null" signal, I knew I was destined for the dissection table at a secret research institute. To survive, I faked severe amnesia and played the fragile, helpless girl to win the protection of the two powerful generals who found me. It worked too well. The Montgomery twins, Flynn and Enzo, became terrifyingly obsessed, turning my luxury villa into a heavily guarded fortress. But their possessiveness brought deadly consequences. Their aristocratic mother, furious that I was ruining their political marriage prospects with a royal princess, issued a chilling ultimatum. "If you will not remove this obstacle yourselves, then I will have it cleaned up." To protect me, the twins violently rebelled against their own blood, shattering their family legacy and bringing us to the brink of an all-out war. I watched them hide the shattered glass from their fight and lie to me with warm smiles, treating me like a delicate pet that needed constant shielding. But I wasn't just a prize to be fought over, nor a fragile doll waiting for men to solve my problems. I wiped the baking flour off my hands and looked at the darkening sky. If I wanted to survive the coming storm, I couldn't rely on their strength anymore. It was time to find my own.”