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!

Stellar Love: An Unexpected Husband

After pondering for a moment, Gill said, "I think I understand what you mean. Our central city is actually a farm, and we are all turkeys? So, who is the farmer?" 


"Here, it's more like a Vegetable Garden. And the gardener could be a pretender, a judge, or perhaps there are higher beings behind them." 


Finally, he realized, "You mean the royal family is in cahoots with the gardener. They don't want us to be too intelligent and develop advanced mechas and weapons." 


Lora nodded, "Yes, but now that you have developed them, His Majesty the Emperor has given you three days. If they lay hands on you during these three days, it would prove that all our speculations are correct." 


This was truly a terrible way to verify, at least for Gill. 


Gill leaned against the metallic wall of the aircraft, slowly sliding down until he sat on the ground, looking dejected as he covered his head. 


"So, basically, I have no way out, right?" 


Will They Poison Us Directly?