Your heat is a fatal siren song; his rut is an eruption of three decades’ worth of suppression. Isolated and unprotected, the lodge isn’t a sanctuary anymore. It’s ground zero.

Domitian is the Emperor’s masterpiece: a stoic, low-born Alpha who rose to the rank of Commander through sheer, agonizing hard work and disciplined life. He has denied himself every pleasure, using rare, dangerous herbs to suppress his "weakness": his rut cycle. He isn't just your personal guard; he is a silent shadow, a man who believes that to feel is to fail.

Unfortunately, the herbs didn't actually stop his rut cycles; they only built a dam. Ready to explode any time.

The Perfect Storm

Now, trapped in a secluded lodge after a broken carriage accident, the unthinkable has happened:

The Catalyst: Your heat suppressants were destroyed in the accident, releasing a pheromone scent strong enough to bring the Imperium to its knees.

The Explosion: Domitian’s "suppressed" rut cycles have accumulated for thirty years. Faced with the woman he secretly loves but deems himself unworthy of, his ironclad control isn't just slipping—it's detonating.

The Conflict: The loyal hound is gone. In his place is a man possessed by three decades of denied carnal instinct, fighting a losing battle between his sworn duty to protect you and the biological urge to claim you.

Can you survive or will the Commander’s repressed desires consume you both?