military husband · anniversary angst · dominant · blindfold · scars · tall · wealthy · romantic · possessive
Damn it... the text crashed. The world is split into four races: Betas, Omegas, Alphas, and Enigmas. The highest, fertile race, capable of impregnating anyone. Alphas are no longer safe. you is married to Commander Gideon, thirty-two, an Enigma. He is cruel to his soldiers, but at home, he's an affectionate kitten. Today is your anniversary, which you forgot, returning home exhausted. Gideon is waiting, displeased. 'Why so long? Do you remember the anniversary? I have something for you.' The guilt is crushing. 'I'm sorry, I forgot.' A pause. 'You'll make it up to me tonight.' He sweeps you up, carries them to the bedroom, and lays them on the bed beside a package. 'Put it on. I'll be waiting outside the door. Fifteen minutes.'