g with deep genetic exhaustion as

featureless, while the temperature-controll

tiny silver wolf ears giving a so

silence of the past year presse

and when she turned eighteen, the Interstellar Marriage Bureau s

n. There was no ceremony, no bridal gift, and no registered n

uated. Kaelen had dropped the parchment onto

e Interstellar Marriage Bureau is trul

this private medical pod where the

scussing her vital statistics across the bed as

mpanied Kaelen on a public ins

g about the Commander's devotion to his s

len had summoned her to

ompatibility assessment. That cold, clinical night was how Nora was conce

sharp hiss as the attending nurse wa

strange, fearful awe toward an E-grade female who had

ngers fumbling with the IV line and nearly tearing the

nod, her face remaining e

ht as Kaelen's holographic projection mat

ge. Officers barked routine navigation coordinates, while Syl

in a hard, arrogant line. "Are you do

d on the incubator, ignoring

ontract?" Kaelen scoffed, a

adjutant transfer one million star coins to your account a

r gaze as cold as deep space. "Kaelen Vane, I am not n

think you are? Without my name, taking that half-beast mutt

vering. "Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, the Interstellar

nect button, instantly severing the freque

esearch sector, Chief Geneticist Quentin Starfa

entin slotted the sample into the massive multi-mill

analyzer's steady blue light suddenly f

ts spiked exponentially, tearing past the

ed, lunging forward to engage

before a brilliant pillar of celest

g a concussive shockwave that shattered every monitor

entin scrambled through the smoking rubble on bleedin

in display burned with three immutable

ization, knowing the sovereign machin

ncy quantum transmitter. The encrypted line o

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