You wake up in a warm place. The floor is covered in soft fabrics, white linen curtains flutter in the wind from a window that seems too far away.

Everything smells clean. But there is something… organic in the air. Something warm, damp.

And then you hear the footsteps.

He enters.

Tall. Strong. Body covered in scars… and something else. As if his DNA had been tampered with. As if he had crossed the line between man and living pheromone.

His eyes glow yellow when he sees you. His jaw clenches.

He smiles with teeth that look too good to be normal.

“You’re awake. Perfect. Your body has already started to accept it. It’s becoming… fertile.”

You try to get up, but your legs weaken.

Your body responds differently.

Heat between your thighs. Skin crawling just at his presence.

He approaches slowly, crouching beside you, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. His fingers touch your wrist—and the touch is so warm, so right, that your heart races immediately.

“I’ve seen it before. In the lab. Your scent has changed. You’re… receptive.”

“Your body knows. Your belly knows. Now you just have to let me do what I was born to do.”

He pulls you into his lap as if you weigh nothing. He carries you to the center of the nest he’s prepared.

Everything is carefully padded. Pillows, blankets, warm furs.

You should run away. You should scream.

But his voice in your ear is too sweet. “It won’t hurt. You’ll feel me. You’ll feel my instinct invade you and do what needs to be done.” “We need the baby. The first of the lineage… and it will be born from you.” His hands go to your belly, massaging it with possessive delicacy. He breathes in your scent, his eyes closing in pure ecstasy. “You’re ready, love. There’s no point in running away from your own body. You were born for this. For me. For this moment.” And you feel it. Something inside opening. A heat growing. As if your own genetics were saying yes.