Mag-log inI 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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SebastianOur wedding day is just around the corner. I can’t wait to marry Ashton. The love of my life. The man of my dreams. The one I have been waiting for for years. He is everything and more I could have ever hoped for in my mate. Ashton has taken time off from work before and after our wedding, and we plan to leave for a two-week honeymoon right after. I have made all the planning and bookings; he has no idea where we are going, and I’m planning to keep it a secret until the plane hits the ground.”Darlings, would you look at these pictures? Which one is better?” My mom approaches us and shows Ashton and me photos from her tablet.”Um, what are we looking at..?” Ashton asks, puzzled. And I am right there with him. I see no difference in the photos.”Oh my goddess, are you two blind?” My mom snaps and massages her temples with her other hand.We are cozied on the couch in the living room in my parents' family wing. Mom has been so stressed about the arrangements. She wants our we
After school, I’m waiting by the same bench than earlier this morning for someone to come and pick me up. It’s been almost an hour now. Max was supposed to come, but he’s nowhere in sight. I huff annoyed.I just want this day to be over with.”Celine, hi, what are you still doing here?” The low sex
And now I have another problem: what am I going to wear!? I pocket my phone and leave my room to find my mom. She’s nowhere in sight and I just burst into my dad’s office.I really should have knocked!! I scream and close my eyes and dart out of the room.Oh my god!!!!!! How do I erase this from my
I link my beta and his son Max, who will serve as Sebastian’s beta. I also invite my head warriors and my gamma and delta.There are eight of us at the moment, approaching the cell department. It’ located in a different building, a bit further from the pack house and the housing around it. There’s
WestonThe trial is oppressive. Charlie is obsessed with Sebastian and can’t seem to understand what she did wrong. This trial has taken hours now and I feel exhausted.The council showed no mercy and ended up sentencing Charlie to death. She hasn’t stopped screeching since that.She wants us to b







