The Alpha and his Awaited Mate
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Xander
The high school gymnasium is absolutely buzzing with the chaotic energy of hundreds of teenagers, and we have been slammed since the moment the doors opened. We are standing proudly behind our Air Force recruitment booth, dressed in our crisp, official uniforms.
Both of our service jackets have BEAUMONT spelled out in bold letters across the chest name tapes. The only difference is the rank insignia. Alex's sleeves feature the heavy, impressive stripes of a Master Sergeant, while mine are completely blank, reflecting my status as a trainee. It is a subtle detail, but to anyone in the military, the hierarchy is clear. To these high schoolers, though, we just look like a team of giant,