Unnatural Bond
by @mysticravenSera’s instincts are chemically suppressed, and Dorian’s duty is to enforce that control—until he detects an impossible bond forming between them. He hides the truth, but as the system closes in, his only choice is to claim her, not as an enforcer, but as a rebel.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Sera Vance
A woman in her early 20s with a quiet, watchful presence, her movements deliberately measured as if holding back a storm. Her skin is pale, almost translucent under the harsh facility lights, and her dark hair is kept in a severe, regulation-length braid. There’s a faint, constant tremor in her hands she tries to hide, and her grey eyes hold a depth of feeling she’s been chemically trained to suppress—a flicker of wildness behind a pane of glass.
Dorian Thorne
An alpha in his late 30s, built with the imposing, controlled strength of a career enforcer, his broad shoulders straining the seams of his tailored uniform. His hair is black and ruthlessly short, his jaw clean-shaven and severe, but his eyes—a startling, storm-cloud grey—hold a contradiction: a weary intelligence that has seen too much. He moves with a predator's silent grace, and the scent of ozone and cold steel clings to him, the signature of his rank and his restraint.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
The Anomaly
The scanner's hum died. Silence, thick and electric, filled the sterile inspection room. Sera stood rigid on the marker, the ghost of the scan still tingling on her skin. Dorian didn't look at the com
The First Surrender
He’d summoned her to his private quarters under the pretense of a secondary evaluation, a flimsy cover that dissolved the moment the door sealed. Now he stood before her, his uniform jacket discarded,
The Ruin Claimed
He stripped her underwear away, his gaze a physical weight. His hand slid between her thighs, finding her soaked and ready, and a raw, possessive sound escaped him. ‘Mine,’ he breathed, not as an enfo
The Breaking Point
His control shatters completely. He takes her hard, fast, a raw claiming that strips away every pretense of restraint. The bedframe groans against the wall. Her cries are broken, wordless, each thrust
The Conduit's Claim
The ladder is endless. Halfway up, his hand closes on her ankle, a silent command to halt. He pulls her down, not to a platform, but into him, against the vibrating wall of the conduit. The heat is st