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Stellar Love: An Unexpected Husband

Lora Sharp was adopted by the noble Sharp family on Main Star of Alpha since she was young. The Sharp family treated her well, and Lora had always been grateful. However, everything became awkward for her when they finally found the long-lost true heiress, Silvia Sharp. The Sharp family members said, "Lora, we've raised you for ten years in the Sharp family. How could you compete with Silvia for things?" Her fiancé added, "Lora, Silvia accompanied me during my sensitive period. It's all my fault. Please don't blame her." Silvia Sharp apologized, "Lora, I didn't mean to touch your Light Brain or submit the marriage gene matching request." According to Alpha Interstellar laws, once a marriage application is submitted voluntarily, it cannot be revoked. "Silvia Sharp, I don't want any of your things," Lora Sharp turned around and resigned herself to bringing her affectionate husband back. Then she saw an exceptionally handsome man going through his rut. His furry dog-like ears trembled gently, and his clear gaze was enchanting. Nine silver-white tails danced lightly behind him. The pheromones in the air were intoxicatingly pleasant. He made a milky sound and asked, "Sister, are you here to take me home?" Lora nodded vigorously! Yes, she must bring him home! Little did she know that the one she brought home was not an ordinary therianthrope but the imperial prince, the youngest and highest-ranking Commander on the entire Alpha planet!

COL+ Yu Fei Yu · Sci-fi
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500 Chs

Dual Special Abilities Awakening, Is It Related to the Baby?

Upon realizing her own evolution of supernatural abilities and temporarily being unable to revert back to her original form, Lora's entire being felt off.

Her mental state was in disarray, and she struggled to control her pheromones.

What was most terrifying was that the flames at her fingertips were no longer obedient.

Fearing she might harm others, she retreated to her room, attempting to learn how to control the flames.

However, to her surprise, instead of gaining control, a small plant sprouted from the palm of her hand with a slight smack.

It wasn't exactly a plant, but rather reminiscent of the shape-shifting whip she had once created for herself.

The green leaves of the vine meandered between her fingers, impossible to remove.

When she tried to pull it out, it was particularly painful, as if she were plucking out her own hair.