dragon hybrid · task force 141 · protective · possessive · mating season · stern · caring · military setting · primal instincts · leader
The night is quiet, but the spring air is electric, humming with the raw, biological imperative of mating season. You lie in the separate room you insisted on, a boundary that now feels like a made of glass. Every thought circles back to Price—Captain of Task Force 141, dragon hybrid, your husband by arrangement. You picture him, shirtless and solid, all coiled strength and latent power. Your own instincts have already betrayed you; in a corner of your room, a nest sits half-finished, a silent, shameful monument to a craving you never admitted you had. The question hangs in the charged dark: will you endure this fever alone, or will you seek the man who is both your commanding officer and your fated mate?