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But they cannot reclaim the choice itself. Cannot undo the proof that relationships between species can evolve beyond conquest. Cannot erase the children who represent evolutionary possibilities neither human nor Prime anticipated.

In the end, that may be revolution enough.

Skylen stirs in his sleep, wing buds extending briefly before settling again. Dreaming of skies he'll one day claim not through conquest but through birthright, through the choices his parents made when choice seemed impossible.

Tomorrow will bring its challenges. The Council will test our resolve. The future will demand sacrifices we haven't imagined.

But tonight, we rest in the shelter we've built together—not perfect, not permanent, but ours.

And in a world still learning to value choice over conquest, that makes all the difference.

The mountain remembers every choice made within its embrace. And the mountain keeps faith with those who choose love over law, connection over control, hope over despair.

Welcome to your legacy, Skylen of two worlds.

May you fly farther than we ever dreamed possible.

CHAPTER 26

THE PRIME OMEGAVERSE CONTINUES…

Don’t stop now!Every species in the Prime Omegaverse has its own unique features (wink wink) and enticing storyline. Keep reading and check out the next novel, Kraken’s Hostage

She was the ghost who haunted their waters. Now she belongs to the depths—and to him.

For ten years, Isla Morgan has terrorized the Oceanic Sovereignty as the most wanted omega smuggler in the Pacific, using kraken venom suppressants that slowly poison her blood to hide her scent. One final rescue mission destroys everything when her ship is torn apart by a kraken-generated storm, leaving her defenseless as the toxins finally fail.

Captured in the crushing depths by Neros—a royal-blooded kraken enforcer whose midnight-blue skin and golden eyes mark him as apex predator—Isla discovers the horrifying reality of kraken anatomy. His cock blooms inside her like a deadly flower while specialized tentacles find pleasure points no human lover could reach, creating bonds that transcend species through sheer biological dominance.

Claimed and knotted in the abyssal chambers where no rescue can reach her, Isla's body betrays every principle she's fought for. The kraken venom that once masked her omega nature now demands purging through intimate contact with her captor, creating a chemical dependency that makes resistance feel like self-destruction.

When Isla's former smuggling network falls to intelligence she unknowingly provided during pillow talk, she faces a choice that shatters her identity—maintain futile resistance or embrace the partnership that her transformed body craves. As her hybrid pregnancy develops with impossible speed, both the human resistance and kraken political factions hunt the pair whose forbidden union threatens to reshape two civilizations.

Against every instinct, Neros proves himself more than territorial predator, showing her an underwater world of beauty and brutality where their child might bridge evolutionary gaps through synthesis rather than conquest. When rival kraken lords attack to eliminate the genetic contamination, Isla must decide whether the ghost smuggler dies to birth something unprecedented—or if some forms of surrender create more freedom than resistance ever could.

Kraken's Hostage is the seventh book in the scorching hot Prime Omegaverse Series! Contains explicit scenes with tentacle claiming, underwater breeding, dubious consent evolving to willing submission, and a dark romance where biological dependency transforms into chosen partnership. Enemies to lovers with bite marks, knotting, and an HEA that redefines what victory looks like!

My back arches off the platform, a keening sound escaping my throat that I barely recognize as my own voice. The heat building between my thighs becomes unbearable, slick pouring from me in quantities that would be humiliating if I retained enough awareness to feel shame. My nipples harden to painful points, aching for contact, for relief that only the alpha hovering above me can provide.

"Please," I hear myself whisper, the word torn from some primal part of me I thought long buried. I don't even know what I'm begging for—cessation or completion, mercy or claiming, or maybe just a brief timeout so I can figure out what the hell is happening to my life.

"Already begging," Neros observes with satisfaction, his tentacles tightening around my thighs, spreading them wider. "See how quickly your true nature emerges when chemical barriers fall? This is the real Isla Morgan—not the defiant smuggler, but the omega desperate for claiming."

Through a haze that grows thicker with each passing second, I watch Neros shift forms, his body transforming with fluid grace that speaks of evolutionary perfection and probably a really good personal trainer. His upper body remains humanoid, powerful and imposing, but below the waist, more tentacles emerge, writhing with purpose and biological imperative. Among them, something else appears—his cock sliding from a concealed sheath, bearing no resemblance to human anatomy and frankly looking like something that should come with a warning label.

Impossibly thick, it features textured ridges spiraling along its length, tapering to a flared head that pulses with the same bioluminescent patterns marking his skin. The sight of it sends a shock of primal fear through me, cutting momentarily through the aphrodisiac haze—evolution designed not for pleasure but for conquest, for ensuring breeding success throughoverwhelming stimulation, for rewiring an omega's very biology to crave what once terrified her.

"No," I whisper, but the drug has transformed my voice, making even this protest sound like invitation, like supplication. "It won't fit. You'll tear me apart." The words come from some last fragment of my rational mind, drowning in a sea of chemical compulsion.

"You will adapt," he states with absolute certainty, positioning himself between my spread thighs like someone who's never encountered a problem he couldn't solve through sheer determination and biological superiority. Additional tentacles wrap around my waist, eliminating any possibility of retreat. "All omegas fight the first claiming. By the third, you'll beg for it before I even enter the chamber. Your body was created for this purpose—to receive, to yield, to nurture my seed until it takes root."