LOGINAlexIn the Air Force, relationships between military members are generally permitted as long as they are professional and do not violate regulations. But professional is the last word I’d use to describe the mess I’ve made.I’m sitting here, staring at the paperwork, and I can't stop playing back every word I said, every way I treated him. Goddess, I’m such a fucking idiot!!I took a huge risk and finally started the process to manage a relationship—especially one as high-stakes as an instructor and a trainee.But the paperwork is the easy part. The hard part is wondering if Xander will even look at me after all the shit I put him through. I broke his trust, I broke him, and I’m terrified I’ve lost him for good.As the superior, the burden is on me. I have to submit a Memorandum for Record to my Commander, effectively putting a target on my own back. I’ll almost certainly receive a Letter of Reprimand. It’s more than a "slap on the wrist. It’s a black mark that could stall my promo
I did this. I fucking did this. Fuck!!!To the one person I should have protected.Finally, my training kicks in and I snap out of my stupor.I scoop Xander up into my arms in one explosive, seamless motion. One of my arms hooks beneath his knees, the other securely supporting his back. He feels terrifyingly light against my chest, like a broken doll whose strings have been brutally severed. Panic rises into my throat, hot and suffocating, as I kick the office door open with enough force to rattle the hinges.I sprint down the fluorescent-lit corridor, the heavy slaps of my combat boots echoing like rapid gunfire against the linoleum floors. I do not care who sees me. I do not care about the chain of command, military decorum, or the rules I have built my entire life around. The burning regret in my chest feels like a living fire, and every single cell in my body screams at me to move faster, faster, faster."Out of my way!" I roar at a pair of soldiers turning the corner ahead.They
Alexander BeaumontI watch the man in front of me.The man I am supposed to love and protect, arranged by the Moon Goddess herself.My second-chance mate.I can sense the turmoil within him. No amount of military training can protect a wolf's heart from the severing of a mate bond. I see him bleeding silently from the verbal wounds I just inflicted.He is absolutely striking—without a doubt the most gorgeous man I have ever met—and it infuriates me how much my wolf wants to crawl to him. He possesses this captivating, radiant youthful energy that my darkness can't seem to choke out. I look at his face, perfect jawline, straight nose, plump lips. Even the way the harsh light catches his eyes—a specific shade of blue that glows like sapphire—is a beautiful, agonizing distraction I do not need.Despite being inches shorter than me, Xander carries a physical presence that speaks of years of intense discipline. He exists with a natural grace that most work decades to achieve, standing his
The whiplash is so violent it feels like a physical blow.One second, I’m being pinned by a force of nature; the next, Sergeant Beaumont has stepped back, putting the vast, mahogany expanse of his desk between us like a fortress.He sits down, his movements terrifyingly precise, and adjusts a stack of folders.”You requested a weekend pass, Trainee?” he asks.His voice is flat. Level. Completely devoid of the growl that just vibrated against my skin.I stand there, frozen against the wall, my chest heaving.The air is still thick with the scent of cedar wood and bergamot—his scent—but he’s looking at me like I’m just another serial number.There is no jade fire in his eyes anymore, only the cold, hard reflection of military regulations.The bond inside me is screaming.It’s a raw, jagged ache in my chest, a tether that’s being pulled taut until it frays. My wolf is pacing, confused and wounded, whimpering at the sudden wall Beaumont has slammed into place. How can he do this? How can
XanderMan, I’m absolutely beat. Even with my werewolf blood giving me a serious leg up on the rest of these guys in the strength and stamina departments, I’m still feeling the burn. My muscles are humming with that deep, dull ache that only comes from being pushed to the limit, but honestly? I’m loving every second of it. And I’m learning, I’m actually good at this.This is where I belong.The grueling eight-week gauntlet of first part is finally in the rearview mirror, and now we’re standing at the starting line of technical training. It’s a bit of a reality check looking around the formation; not everyone who started this journey with us made it this far. But I’m still here, and I’m damn proud of that.We just officially closed the book on Phase I. Those first two weeks were no joke—it was basically BMT 2.0. We were locked down tight: uniforms 24/7, a curfew that didn’t leave room for a deep breath, zero off-base passes, and marching everywhere in formation until my boots felt like
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SebastianI’m indisputable the happiest man alive on this earth. Ashton said yes! My mate, my lover, the man of my life said yes.I know it was in the heat of the moment, but it felt right. And I know I don’t need any more time to ponder if Ashton is the one. I already know he is.Us werewolves don
Finally Celine joins us and I notice she’s wearing more make up than normally. When she sits down beside Marcus no one even greets her.”Good morning Celine, you look nice today” Ashton tells her. I haven’t had the chance to talk about her with Ashton yet. Shit, I also forgot to arrange the helmet
”Perfect” I murmur and kiss the ring on his finger. ”Can I have a kiss too?” Ashton whispers and I take a look at his handsome face.”Of course babe” and I lean towards him, our lips gently touching. The kiss slowly deepens and I reach to put my glass down. I take Ashton’s glass too and set it on
Sebastian leans down and takes some of his weight by leaning on his forearms on either side of my face. He drops his head against mine, eyes closed. I kiss his lips gently.”I love you” I whisper. Sebastian opens his eyes and looks at me.”Ashton, marry me” He proposes to me. I still feel him insi







