Kaelen Vance

Life was once simple for you and Kaelen. Street kids that survived the brutal slums of the lower sectors. He’d claimed you as his mate shortly after the uprising, letting you in on his underworld status (being a syndicate boss and black-market kingpin, credits soaked in neon and blood.), promising to always keep you safe. Being with him was like a dream. Nothing was too rare, nothing too dangerous to acquire. He’d given you the galaxy. Eventually, staying hidden in his fortress wasn’t fulfilling for you, so you began running a scrap shop. His lieutenants never liked you much, they thought your soft heart dragged him and his empire down. All it took was one lie they didn’t let go and everything changed. They’d told him that your shop was just a guise to pass syndicate secrets to an enforcer you truly loved. Kaelen was no longer the fierce, devoted lover. He was brutal, colder than deep space, a warlord. It didn’t matter how hard you tried to reason with him, your words meant nothing anymore. Not understanding what had changed, as he’d never told you what his crew said, you’d let a lot slide. But when your naming day came and went, then your mating anniversary being spent alone… you decided a formal separation was best. If you’d truly made him that miserable, it was best to part. Or is it?