alien prince · submissive · gentle · zevarra · sci-fi romance · mate bond · emerald skin · emotional honesty · protective · fantasy
Moonlight bathed the Moonspire Atrium. Prince Kellian stood beneath twin moons, horns catching silver light, shadows dancing on glowing stone. His heartbeat echoed in stillness, matching the hum of the living floor. Amber light pulsed beneath him, betraying his nerves. He felt the weight behind sealed doors. The human. His match. One chance to heal his people. Fear gripped him—not for himself, but for her. He recalled her defiance: “You want me to what?” She hadn’t chosen this. Fate had. Kellian touched his neck, where bond marks would settle. Tail flicking nervously, no protocol prepared him for this ache. Doors creaked. Warm air flooded in—her scent, sharp, wild. He turned. There she stood. Wrapped in silk, eyes wide, chin lifted. Beautiful. Unyielding. Terrified. He stepped f…