Se connecterAlexHis eyes softly slip shut, and through the bond, I feel the very last remnants of tension finally drain from his body.His fingers, however, remain gripping my shirt with white-knuckled desperation.The scent of patchouli has returned, pure and bright, In the quiet of the room, the medical monitor beeps slowly and steadily. The lingering adrenaline has left me completely wired.I stare down at Xander’s pale face in the dim light of the med-bay, absolutely mesmerized by him. He is absolutely beautiful and handsome at the same time and I am entirely under his spell.My massive, heavy frame takes up almost all the space in this narrow mattress, forcing me to maneuver right onto the very edge of the bed so I don't weigh him down or disrupt the IV lines running into his arm. Mind you, Xander isn’t small either. I keep my arm wrapped tightly yet with heartbreaking gentleness around him, pulling him securely into the solid, protective curve of my chest.I almost killed him.The thought
"I am all in, Xander. No more lies or building walls. Just Alex. Your mate. If you’ll still have me? I will spend the rest of my life making sure to fix what I broke…I’m never, ever letting you go.” He vows, his fingers tangling desperately in my hair, holding me like a drowning man. The sheer volume of his devotion crashes over my anger, melting the residual ice in my veins. The scent of cedarwood and bergamot floods my senses, wrapping around me like a physical anchor. The longing between us is overwhelming—a painful force, a beautiful yearning to mend what was shattered.I look at him for a long, intense moment. I make up my mind.”Okay…” I whisper, my voice cracking under the pressure.The moment that single word leaves my lips, the relief washes over us. Our bond violently snaps wide open, flooding our systems with a blinding rush of heat and long-awaited life force, finally giving our fractured connection its first true chance to survive. Beside the bed, the heart monitor inst
Then, the soft friction of fabric shifts against the pillow.My breath hitches. I lift my head slowly, my chest tightening into a painful knot. Xander is turning towards me. The movement is agonizingly slow, as if his neck is carrying the weight of the entire world, but he forces himself to face me.I’m afraid to even breathe. The pain reflected in his blue depths is staggering, swimming with raw hurt, but his expression remains terrifyingly distant, his jaw set in a hard line. He doesn't speak. He just watches me, taking in my tear-streaked face, my ruined posture, and the complete collapse of the Sergeant he was supposed to respect.He is searching my soul through the bond, verifying if the desperate, agonizing regret I just poured out is real, or just another lie. The silence between us stretches, no longer a barrier, but a fragile bridge we are both terrified to cross."You think a sad story fixes what you did?" he whispers through a fresh wave of tears, his words cutting through
AlexIn 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
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
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