Galaxy's Only Triple-S: Five Lords Can't Hold Her novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142 He Wants You to Claim Him

Chapter 142 He Wants You to Claim Him

Baar’s kindness, his possessiveness-all of it came down to one thing: her purification power.

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In an era where a single frenzy spike meant death, an SSS-class female was the ultimate prize. Whoever controlled her controlled their own survival.

Primo said, “Host, you’re wrong.”

“What do you mean?”

“This is the Interstellar Beast World.” Primo’s tone turned instructive. “Females are the treasure. Males lay down their lives just for a chance to earn a female’s favor. Baar is an SSS-class male-his instincts run deeper than anyone’s. That possessiveness he showed you? That’s his nature driving him.”

Primo paused, then laid it out. “Males here don’t sleep with females. They’re chosen by them. He showed up at your door with a pillow because he wanted you to claim him. He held himself back even when it hurt. The moment you said stop, he stopped. In this world, no male would ever dare force a female.”

Margaret lay on the bed, listening to the water running in the bathroom, her thoughts spinning in chaos.

She’d been judging everyone here by Earth’s standards. She’d assumed Baar was the domineering type— someone who wanted to control her, use her,

Turned out he’d come with a pillow to beg to be allowed at her side.

She replayed the scene. His roughness had never crossed into harm. When she’d told him to stop, the frustration in his eyes had been real, but so was his restraint.

A man with the entire Federal Military in his grip, and after being turned down, his only option was to retreat to a cold shower.

Margaret’s mind raced, and the realization hit. She was the one holding the cards.

Central Brain assigned matches, but a female could divorce at any time for no reason, and the male had no say. If a male wanted to be her official partner, he had to beg for her signature.

The tightness in her chest eased. She almost laughed out loud at the realization.

What’s wrong with being a powerful interstellar lady with a dozen loyal men at my beck and call?

Half an hour later, the water stopped.

Baar emerged, chilled and damp from his cold shower, his hair dripping wet. His robe hung open, droplets tracing the lines of muscle down to his waistband.

He looked at the bed. Margaret had her back to him, breathing slow and even, already asleep,

He stood there for a long time, watching her. He didn’t get into the bed. Instead, he walked to the armchair and sat, long legs crossed, gaze never leaving her silhouette.

The night deepened. In a universe teeming with threats, the ruthless commander sheathed every last one of his claws to guard the only thing that mattered to him.

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Chapter 142 He Wants You to Claim Him

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Morning came. Margaret rolled over. The bed was soft, far better than the slab at Base Zero. She was about to sink back into sleep when she felt eyes on her.

She opened her own and found a pair of bloodshot, slitted eyes staring back.

Baar sat crammed into the armchair, all six-foot-something of him wedged into far too small a space, his long legs bent awkwardly.

He was already in his black military uniform, the gold stars on his epaulettes catching the cold light. The crisp authority of his uniform clashed sharply with the dark circles under his eyes.

“You stayed?” Margaret sat up and raked a hand through her messy hair.

“Security requirement.” His face gave nothing away.

Margaret rolled her eyes.

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