Abby A year after my fiancé died in an alien attack on Earth, I applied to Interstellar Matchmaking for a mate who would be 99.99% compatible. They matched me with my soul mate, Zimon, a gorgeous Narovian feline human hybrid. There is no going back when you meet your feline soul mate. We could not even be in the same room together, or our pheromones would drive us to mate almost immediately, bonding us for life. After our video meeting, I knew he was the one and agreed to meet in person. That meant committing to him and agreeing to...
Abby A year after my fiancé died in an alien attack on Earth, I applied to Interstellar Matchmaking for a mate who would be 99.99% compatible. They matched me with my soul mate, Zimon, a gorgeous Narovian feline human hybrid. There is no going back when you meet your feline soul mate. We could not even be in the same room together, or our pheromones would drive us to mate almost immediately, bonding us for life. After our video meeting, I knew he was the one and agreed to meet in person. That meant committing to him and agreeing to live on his world, which was completely alien to me. Then I was kidnapped.
Zimon Human traffickers kidnapped my meomee, my soul mate, and sold her to alien slavers before we could meet. As an Alliance Defense Force operative, I went on a mission to rescue her and other abductees but couldn’t participate because she was meomee. I could not legally meet her once freed until she agreed because of the pheromone bonding issue. She did, and the carnal bliss we shared was beyond exquisite. As we continued to bond emotionally and intellectually, I couldn’t forget how I nearly lost her. I made it my mission to find them and make them pay.
