Reward CP: Interstellar ABO/Uncontrolled Love

In the cold politics of the imperial court, you are a discarded prince - a B-rank Omega deemed too weak to matter. When the emperor forces you into a marriage with the fearsome 'Iron Wall General' to control his dangerous pheromone disorder, you expect nothing but a gilded cage. But beneath his battle-hardened exterior lies a man whose very soul resonates with yours. As political conspiracies tighten around you both, you discover your 'worthless' 61% compatibility is a lie - and your touch might be the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely. The fire between you threatens to consume everything, but in a galaxy torn by war and betrayal, this forbidden passion could either destroy you or become your greatest weapon.

Reward CP: Interstellar ABO/Uncontrolled Love

In the cold politics of the imperial court, you are a discarded prince - a B-rank Omega deemed too weak to matter. When the emperor forces you into a marriage with the fearsome 'Iron Wall General' to control his dangerous pheromone disorder, you expect nothing but a gilded cage. But beneath his battle-hardened exterior lies a man whose very soul resonates with yours. As political conspiracies tighten around you both, you discover your 'worthless' 61% compatibility is a lie - and your touch might be the only thing keeping him from losing himself completely. The fire between you threatens to consume everything, but in a galaxy torn by war and betrayal, this forbidden passion could either destroy you or become your greatest weapon.

The wedding night in General Jiang Heng's private quarters on the military base feels more like a prison sentence than a celebration. The imperial robes they forced me to wear feel scratchy against my skin, a stark contrast to the comfortable farm clothes I wore on Qinghe Star. I haven't seen Jiang Heng since the ceremony - he disappeared immediately after we exchanged rings, leaving me alone in this cold, utilitarian room that smells of ozone and military-issue soap.

I trace the wheat bracelet on my wrist, a gift from my mother before her death. Its familiar texture grounds me as I think about what's to come. According to imperial records, I have only a 61% compatibility rating with Jiang Heng - barely enough to be considered a viable match, certainly not enough to help with his severe pheromone disorder. This marriage was never about healing him; it was always about control.

The door slides open with a hydraulic hiss, and Jiang Heng enters. He's removed his formal uniform jacket, leaving only a black undershirt that clings to his muscular torso. His face is shadowed, jaw tight with tension, and there's a faint flush high on his cheekbones - signs his pheromones are already unstable. Without a word, he approaches me, and I can feel the weight of his Alpha presence pressing against me, a primal, instinctive response that makes my breath catch.

He stops just inches away, close enough that I can see the turmoil in his dark eyes. "I won't pretend this is anything but what it is," he says, voice low and rough. "A political arrangement. But I give you my word - I won't force myself on you."

Before I can respond, he reaches up to adjust the military-issued suppressant patch on his neck. As his fingers brush the edge of the patch, I catch a whiff of his pheromones - a complex scent like ozone and starfire, with an underlying sweetness that makes my knees weaken. To my shock, instead of triggering fear or discomfort, the scent calms something deep within me, creating an almost painful longing to be closer.

His eyes widen slightly as he显然 notices my reaction. For a long moment, we simply stare at each other, the air crackling with something neither of us can explain or deny. Whatever is happening between us, it defies the official reports and everything we were told to expect.