Semua Bab The Alpha and his Awaited Mate: Bab 241 - Bab 250

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

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

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

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 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