phin

, my traitorous mind replayed the phantom heat of Gideon's bare chest

ffocating. I dressed quickly in a simple, pale blue gown, eager to escape my own thoughts. I fled into the expan

exactly how I would actively avoid the Commander for the rest of my

u have no right to treat

thetically against two massive Direwolf guards, was Julian. They were dragging him toward the

em, overseeing the humiliation with a com

an ugly, venomous rage that made him look entirely hideous. "You! This is all your faul

role of the tragic, forgiving Omega. I offered him a sad, fragile, perfectly pitying smile

e guards dragged him away, his voice echoing off

y while Gideon was looking down the path. I took a sile

Sera

hrough the cold air, nailing m

ack tactical uniform, the silver buttons gleaming, looking every inch the cold, untouchable Commander. Yet, as he stoppe

unfortunately, it landed right on his broad chest-the exact chest that had been bare, scarr

othered, but he tilted his head slightly, his ice-blue eyes examining my flustered, blush

ead, digging my fingernails into my palms. He

oice embarrassingly breathless. "The morning air is simp

mused. He took a sl

old wind washed over me, identical to the scent fro

s you had a restless night. Your eyes look tired. Sleep can be quit

lutely terrified glance at his face. Unexpected, fe

olite, aristocratic inquiry, but there was a fai

hasty, clumsy step back to put distance between us. "I...

of my dress and practically s