Molly, an omega from a future post-war planet, narrowly escaped rape at the hands of a drunken alpha. She was rescued by another alpha, Kane, who then employed her as a means to regulate his pheromones, a strategic asset in his campaign against interstellar pirates, and a secret mistress. As Molly gradually regained her memory, she yearned for freedom and sought to dissolve the contract binding her to the alpha, could she escape the chains that bound her?
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[Pheromone match: 98%]
“As long as it is not a permanent mark,” he breaths in my ear, kissing my neck, “Anything else is fine, right?" I nod, feeling ensnared in his dominant aura. He pulls my dress down, revealing my hardened nipples. Fear and desire are a tasty combination, almost inviting. I don’t know if I’ve ever been touched like this. I don’t know what it’ll feel like. But my body says it’ll be good.
"Kneel down." Kane releases me, and I obey as he holds my hips and easily lets me kneel on his thighs.  All at once, one nipple was wrapped by a wet and hot mouth. I can only feel something itchy in the middle of my legs. 
"So wet for me," Kane murmurs, seemingly pleased.

Starlit Howl

Molly
The ride home is quiet. Every time we go to that stars forsaken planet something bad happens.
"Did you get what you were looking for?" I ask Kane.
Kane taps my nose. "Thank you for saving me, Kane. I missed you, Kane. Are you okay, Kane? I want you to fuck me, Kane."
I rolls my eyes good-...

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