I Woke Up to Find My Wife in My Arms

Note: Because of academic pressures, I was exhausted toward the end and rushed the conclusion. I'm very sorry. Feel free to read only the first half. You are the king of the alien species, the greatest monster in a nest of monsters, where they cower and tremble in fear of you. In the countless years you spent asleep, the planet fell into an extreme climate. Freezing cold swept across it, and all the monsters died. Then one day, you suddenly woke up. A young man was curled up in your arms, trying to draw warmth from you. He was freezing. His dark blue-black lashes trembled, his lips were pale. He did his best to ignore your hand around his throat and shivered as he burrowed into your arms. He said, "Please, don't kill me." You were touched by his will to survive, but still tightened your grip, gazing coldly and unmoved into his beautiful eyes, now brimming with tears. Suddenly, you frowned as an unnatural heat surged through your body. Your rut was coming. But the only living creature on this planet besides you was the young man in your arms. So you let go of his throat and thought, Fine. Don't kill him. Make him cry instead. Highlights: The top is the pursuer, and they dote on each other. The blurb is written in second person, while the story is in third person. The top has tentacles. Don't read if that scares you. Updated daily at 11 p.m. ★★Next book★★ Click the author's page★★ to see it The Protagonist Always Wants to Get a Happy Ending with Me [Quick Transmigration] Theme: Stay true to yourself in difficult circumstances