The Hold

by Crown of Chaos

I hate all humans. But her most of all. That fiery scientist awakens primal needs within me every time I see her. "She isn't my mate," is what I tell myself. And yet, I can't take my eyes off her. Forced to be in close contact with her only makes things worse. She thinks that peace is possible between our species. It's adoring at times, but I never fail a mission.

Author's Note

Greetings, fellow readers. I encountered some difficulties accessing my previous account, which led me to create this new one. However, I have now managed to regain access to my original account : (Swirlingtorments) and will be transferring this story there. It will be titled "Lord of Crimson." I will also be moving over another story called "Bliss." I apologize for any confusion caused and sincerely appreciate your continued support.

This account will remain up for a few more days as I transfer the stories over. Any more updates will take place under my old account.

Thank you for taking the time to read.