His Contractual Luna: Bought by the Beast
The heavy hatch slammed shut, sealing out the roaring storm and the dark ocean below.
Marcus collapsed onto the rubberized floorboards, coughing up sea salt and shivering violently, while Agnes immediately unstrapped her rebreather. She wiped the wet hair from her face, her amber eyes turning instinctively to Rhys.
He stood in the center of the cabin, peeling off his ruined, waterlogged tactical shirt. The Apex Core was completely bare now, its crystalline silver straps molded flawlessly against the massive contours of his chest and shoulders. The raw moonstone filaments were hum-singing, slowly cooling down from the kinetic overload of the vault battle, casting an ethereal, hypnotic light a