"When two Betas fall, it is not fire and storm but a steady blaze and unyielding promise that in a world of Alphas and Omegas, they have found strength in each other."
My back was still against the tall oak shelves, lips swollen from his kisses, breath coming ragged as though I had run a battlefield rather than stood in this quiet chamber. The library smelled of ink, dust, and parchment, centuries of knowledge pressing in around us, silent witnesses to the storm that Juno and I had unleashed. Juno leaned into me, forehead pressed against mine, his laughter still warm on my lips. Gods, that sound it made me feel alive in ways duty never had. He looked at me with those sharp, mischievous eyes that always seemed to peel away my careful layers, and I hated how much I loved it.
"You're flushed, Advisor," he teased, thumb brushing against my jaw like he owned the right. "Didn't think I'd get you to lose that composure so easily."
