Los | Gemelos No Planeados Del Guerrero Extraterr...

The air in the colony ship's living quarters grew heavy, thick with the scent of ozone and burning metal. Elena backed against the wall as the door hissed open, overriding the security lock.

He was Kaelen, a commander of the Jaxar shadow warriors, allied with the fleet for safe passage. He had saved her from a collapsing support beam. In the chaos, separated from the rest of the crew and overwhelmed by the strange, pheromone-heavy atmosphere leaking from his damaged environmental suit, instinct had taken over. It wasn't just survival. It was a pull so magnetic that it defied human physics. Los Gemelos No Planeados Del Guerrero Extraterr...

"The Coalition does not matter," Kaelen interrupted, taking a heavy step forward. He reached out, his massive, clawed hand surprisingly gentle as he rested it over her hands, feeling the heat of her skin. "You carry the future of my people, Elena. You carry my blood. You and the young ones come with me now. I will let no one harm what is mine." The air in the colony ship's living quarters