TORIN'S POVStanding on the steps of the armory, I gripped the hilt of my sword, and stared blankly on the soldiers training below.For three hours, I supervised them as they ran drills, but my mind couldn't focus. I couldn't stop thinking about her. I was failing, completely failing at keeping Belisara out of my head.Her curvy body that fit perfectly in between my arms, her chin resting in my rough hand like a brand on my skin. Her scent was an alluring mixture of honey and jasmine, its sweetness clung to me and mocked my discipline as I couldn't resist thinking about it.I shouldn't be feeling this way about a woman. Especially not a weak, broken, wolfless Omega from a corrupt southern pack. Five years ago, rogues butchered my first mate during a land battle, and I knelt over her dead body, and swore an oath to the Moon Goddess.I swore never to be mated again. I swore never to look at another woman, or even let her into my bed.Because love was a weakness.It's been five years
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