Chapter 4

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Levi POV


My teeth grind as I bring the glass back up to my lips, feeling the whisky burn my throat on its way down.

Greg Camber, a hotshot new to the Scouts, graduated amongst Y/N's class.

Big ego, with an even bigger mouth. His file claims he was quite the troublemaker back in the training academy, from sneaking off base to assaulting other cadets.

Unfortunately for Greg, come sunrise, his ass would be mine. I didn't need a reason, nor did I care that much to entertain the thought of one.

I watched him gawk at her from the second she entered through the doors; he waited all but a second before jumping out of his seat to go speak with her. Could care less to let her enjoy her meal before he pounced.

I bring my hand up, running it down my face as I place my empty glass down, pondering over my own stupidity. I didn't even hesitate, second-guess it. I filled her up as if I could, as if she wanted me to.

I close my eyes as my hand falls from my face, lip twitching into a smirk at the thought of it.

I was an idiot, kissing and biting on her as if she had been used to it.

My eyes open as I reach out, grabbing a hold of the whisky bottle.

She was a virgin, and I hadn't known it until I was deep inside her. And for her first time, I fucked her rough against a barn stall door.

I scoff at the thought.

Classy.

I pull the cork from the bottle with my teeth before spitting it onto the floor, taking another long drink.

I shake my head once more, ignoring the internal struggle I was having.

I had wanted Y/N since before she made the Special Operations Unit. I used to find any and every excuse to watch her squad run drills while she was still in the academy.

I couldn't explain it. I just needed to be around her presence. I wanted to see her.

When the top-ranking cadets were announced from the academy, I told myself I'd let her go. That she had earned the top-ranking spot out of her class. She deserved to live an easy life as an MP.

But when I caught word that she wished to use her title to join the Scouts, I pulled rank.

She was immediately brought on base and recruited into my squad. I'd keep her close, close enough to protect her if need be. I couldn't change her decision to join our ranks, but I could use my own to protect her in whatever way I could.

The bottle meets my lips once more as I shake my head slightly.

I couldn't have her, I couldn't keep her.

I knew who I was, what I am...

If I could spare her from that misery, I would.

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