I was matched to the serpent commander with a 100% compatibility score. After the wedding, I seduced him relentlessly—not for love, but for a way home. Then the Bureau sent a message: the match was wrong. He was never my fated partner. I decided to hide it. But he suddenly rushed home, tail coiling around my waist, golden eyes narrowing. "Something's off with you." He carried me into the bedroom, uniform still on. My heart pounded—did he already know?
