LOGINMiguel Blue eyes. Curly brown hair. A man much taller than he was. I scribbled into my notebook, standing behind Master Ridge who barked orders, occasionally tossing glances at me over his shoulder just to make sure that I was busy writing the reports on the squads and their leaders. “Did yo
Now, why did I ask that? What did it have to do with me? Flynn cleared his throat. “Of course. He is taller than I am, with curly brown hair, dreamy blue eyes and he is nice to me. Loves me and my demons. Messes with me sometimes but…” Someone other than I messed with him? I was the only one allow
Miguel Sweat trailed down both sides of my forehead, clinging to my eyelashes, the stone biting into my knuckles as I lowered my chest, the grass brushing through it. For a split second, my hands left the stony ground—enough for a clap—before I dipped down again, groaning from the tension that grip
Adira(Flynn) Aside from ranking first and leaving the academy unscathed with my real identity protected, the goal was to avoid Miguel by any means possible. The night that he kissed that brunette with bright blue eyes, my chest had tightened so badly that it felt like more pressure on it could tea
“Instead of apportioning blame, what do we do? You don’t know how the mating bond works right, it tends to make you want your mate and you—” A groan slipped from his mouth as he dragged his fingers down his face. A weird feeling bloomed in my chest because what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
Miguel’s P.O.V A strange burst of lust unfolded inside of me, sending blood straight into my dick as my heart pumped so hard it almost bruised my ribs. Flynn’s eyes were alluring, spell-binding and they had never looked this beautiful— No! This was fucked. I shouldn’t be thinking this. And as if







