Red Planet Alpha

Chapter 4: Feral Orbit

### Chapter 4: Feral Orbit

Earth Return Transit – Month 1 of 6

The habitat had become their den.

After the outbreak on Mars, the crew made the call: abort surface ops, seal the samples, burn for Earth. Houston agreed—too fast, too eager. No one mentioned the real reason over open comms.

The changes.

Lena shifted first—full feral in the commons, claws raking bulkheads before Jax put her down with a tranq round and locked her in med bay. The other three followed within days. Quarantined. Sedated. Monitored.

Only Jax and Eva remained… functional.

More than functional.

The alien DNA had rewritten them perfectly. Enhanced. Primal. Bonded.

And insanely, relentlessly horny.

Eva straddled Jax in the observation cupola, the stars streaking past as the ship accelerated toward home. Earth was a bright blue marble growing larger every day, but right now it felt a million light-years away.

She rode him slow and deep, hands braced on the viewport frame, full breasts bouncing with every roll of her hips. Jax’s massive hands gripped her ass, guiding her, spreading her wider.

“f**k, baby,” he growled, voice rough from the last round barely an hour ago. “Take it all. Show me how much you need your alpha’s cock.”

Eva moaned, head falling back, long wavy hair cascading down her bare back. The bite mark on her neck—his claiming mark—throbbed in time with her pulse, sending sparks straight to her c**t.

She was in heat again. Third one this month.

The alien DNA didn’t follow Earth biology. Heats came fast and hard, lasting days, driving her to near madness until Jax knotted her over and over.

And he never complained.

He thrust up hard, hitting that spot that made her see stars—real ones and the exploding kind behind her eyelids.

“Yes—right there—Jax!”

He sat up suddenly, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other tangling in her hair to yank her head back. His mouth latched onto her breast, sucking hard on her n****e, teeth grazing just enough to make her clench around him.

“You’re dripping down my balls, mate,” he rasped against her skin. “So f*****g wet for me. Always ready.”

Eva’s nails—sharper now, almost claws—dug into his shoulders. “Because you keep me full,” she gasped. “Your knot… your c*m… I’m addicted.”

Jax’s eyes flashed silver. Partial shift kicking in—fangs elongating, ears pointing slightly, muscles bulging bigger.

He flipped them in zero-G with effortless strength, pinning her against the viewport. Earth spun below them as he pounded into her from behind, one hand splayed on the glass, the other rubbing tight circles on her swollen c**t.

“Look at it,” he ordered, voice pure alpha command. “Look at our planet while I breed you.”

The dirty words sent her spiraling. She came hard, walls pulsing around his thickening c**k, screaming his name into the void.

Jax followed with a roar, knot swelling huge, locking them together as he pumped rope after rope deep inside her. The tie lasted twenty minutes this time—longer each heat.

When it finally eased, he didn’t pull out. Just turned her gently, still inside, and floated them down to the padded nook they’d claimed as theirs.

Eva curled into his chest, legs tangled, his knot softening but still plugging her full.

“We’re animals now,” she murmured, tracing the new tribal tattoo-like patterns that had appeared on his skin—alien markings activated by the bond.

Jax kissed her forehead, then the mark on her neck. “We’re survivors. Apex. And you’re my perfect luna.”

She smiled, sated but already feeling the next wave building. “How many times today?”

“Lost count after six.” He smirked. “But we’ve got five more months to Earth. Plenty of time to break records.”

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Month 3

The ship’s gym had become their favorite playground.

Jax had Eva bent over the weight bench, wrists tied with resistance bands—her idea, because she loved when he went full dominant alpha.

He f****d her from behind with long, punishing strokes, one hand fisted in her hair, the other delivering sharp spanks to her ass that echoed in the empty module.

“Who do you belong to?” he demanded, voice feral.

“You!” she cried, pushing back to meet every thrust. “Only you, Jax—my alpha—my mate—”

He reached around to pinch her c**t, and she shattered again, squirting around his c**k—a new trick the DNA had gifted her.

Jax pulled out just long enough to flip her onto her back, legs over his shoulders, and slammed back in. The angle was brutal, perfect.

“Gonna knot you here,” he snarled. “Fill this pretty p***y until you’re leaking for days.”

“Do it,” she begged. “Breed me. Claim me again.”

The knot locked. They came together—loud, messy, perfect.

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Month 5 – Approaching Earth Orbit

The heats had synced perfectly now. They hit at the same time, turning them both into insatiable beasts.

Jax had her pressed against the main comms console—ironic, since Houston had gone silent weeks ago after the last garbled report.

He was in full rut, eyes glowing, fangs out, claws pricking her hips as he took her standing, her legs wrapped around him.

Eva’s own partial shift responded—gold eyes, fangs grazing his neck as she bit down, renewing her counter-claim.

They f****d like the world was ending.

Because it might be.

Earth loomed huge in the viewport now—continents visible, lights twinkling on the night side.

But down there, the corporation waited. Military. Quarantine.

None of it mattered.

Jax knotted her one last time mid-thrust, roaring her name as he filled her.

Eva clung to him, body trembling through the longest, most intense orgasm yet.

“I love you,” she whispered against his sweat-slick skin. “Whatever happens down there… we face it together.”

Jax held her tight, knot pulsing, binding them in every way.

“Always, mate. You’re mine. Forever.”

Earth filled the window.

The feral orbit was ending.

But their bond?

That was just beginning.

The recovery teams were waiting the moment the capsule splashed down in the Pacific—black helicopters, hazmat-suited soldiers, unmarked vans. No press. No fanfare. Just cold efficiency.

Jax knew what was coming. He’d prepared Eva during the final weeks of descent, whispering plans between knots and heats, mapping escape routes in his mind like old SEAL ops.

They pried the hatch open. Flashlights swept the dim interior.

Jax stood first, shirtless, alien markings glowing faintly under the floodlights, eyes silver and unblinking. Eva pressed against his back, her own gold gaze defiant, the claiming bite on her neck still fresh and red.

“Step out slowly,” a voice barked through a megaphone. “Hands where we can see them.”

Jax’s lip curled. A low growl rumbled from his chest—audible even over the chopper blades. The nearest soldier faltered.

“Captain Harlan, Dr. Reyes—you’ve been exposed to an unknown pathogen. Stand down for quarantine.”

Eva’s fingers tightened on Jax’s arm. She could smell their fear now. Could hear their heartbeats racing.

“They’re not taking us,” she whispered.

“No,” Jax agreed. “They’re not.”

He moved faster than humanly possible. One soldier down with a precise strike to the neck. Another disarmed before the rifle cleared its sling. The rest backed up, weapons raised but hesitating.

Because they’d seen the footage leaked from the ship’s black box. They knew what he was.

What they were.

Jax scooped Eva into his arms and leapt from the capsule onto the deck of the recovery ship. Alarms wailed. Nets fired. Tranquilizer darts whizzed past.

He dodged them all, claws extending just enough to shred the netting, fangs bared in warning.

Eva clung to him, her own claws pricking his skin—not in fear, but excitement. The heat was rising again, triggered by adrenaline and the nearness of her mate.

They reached the railing. Pacific waves churned below.

“Ready?” he asked, voice rough with rut.

“Always,” she breathed.

Together, they jumped.

The cold water shocked their overheated bodies, but only for a second. Enhanced physiology kicked in—lungs adapting, muscles powering through currents like they were born to it.

They swam for hours, far beyond any pursuit range, until they reached a deserted stretch of Big Sur coastline under moonlight.

Jax carried her onto the sand, both of them dripping, naked, feral.

He laid her down gently, but his eyes were wild.

“Mine,” he growled, spreading her thighs. “Here. Now. Under our moon.”

Eva arched into him, already wet, already desperate. “Claim me again, alpha. Make sure the whole world knows.”

He did.

Hard. Deep. Knotting her on the beach while waves crashed and stars wheeled overhead.

When it was over, they lay tangled, breathing hard.

Earth had changed while they were gone.

But so had they.

And whatever came next—hunters, governments, more infected waking up—they’d face it as pack.

As mates.

Forever.