ters on the Vane flagship,
A-grade pheromones had been utterly useless. In fact, her cloying scent
hundercloud. The entire crew held their brea
hair, his personal terminal let
It was a mandatory pop-up fr
itted the application for Mandatory Termination of the Matching Contrac
ng text. His pupils shrank
w it. The court ac
on popped up. It wa
. The Tr
respect. Ju
keyboard. He typed out a furious command fo
creen: [Message Failed. You have
O
rade mental pressure exp
e collapsed to their knees, gasping for air
His handsome face twisted int
f ears burst from the top of his head, pinning back aggres
nary he had kept locked in a cage was not only flying a
m anymore. This was
e crushing pressure, forced himself to spe
d to the man. He let out a dark, crue
ve that useless woman the gut
f control. He was going to that tribuna
delusions. He was going to watch her drop to her knees, crying,
len Vane's female, even a piece of E-grade trash,
nd fangs to retract back into his human form. He smoothed his expression i
the Fleet Propaganda Department. Have them send a swarm of media bots to
ke the calls. A cold sweat broke out on his back. Somethi
ed contempt for Lyra blinded him completely. He was already p
er's shuttle. He didn't even glance at the doze
g in agony over the loss of his mate, bu
nto his own execution, c
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