Page 46 of Owned By the Hvrok

Weakness.

Feebleness.

But then…

He didn’t stop her.

He should have.

Anyone else who dared touch him—strike him—would have been broken for the offense. Decapitated, even.

But this wasn’t anyone else.

It washer.

And something inside him had registered her actions not as a threat, but as a flare of desperation.

She had needed to burn.

And he had let her.

He didn’t know why.

He still didn’t.

But he could see now—her fear was more than just noise. She had no knowledge of the crash. No knowledge of where they were. No understanding of the ship, or the planet, or evenhim. She had been strapped down in darkness while the world tore itself apart around her.

Perhaps… this was what fear did to such creatures.

He didn’t have to like it, but now that it had passed, she was different.

Calmer.

Quieter.

Her limbs trembled faintly beneath his grip, but she didn’t pull away. Her skin was warm. Her pulse fluttered through the slender bones of her wrists. And through his filters, he caught another trace of her scent—faint, but persistent.

Still tinged with fear.

But beneath that…

Something else.

Somethingsweet.

She was beautiful, in her strange, alien way. Golden-haired. Pale-skinned. Those eyes, unnervingly vivid—a kind of blue that shimmered with nuance, softer than his own but no less striking.

He had never touched anything like her.

She wassoft. Yielding. Her form was curves and heat and fragility.

And now… she was letting him hold her.

Not resisting. Not pushing away. Not screaming.

He found he liked it… more than he should.

His hands tightened ever so slightly around her wrists, not in dominance, not in warning—but incontact. A silent reassurance. He didn’t know if she could interpret it that way, but… she didn’t flinch.

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