140 Chapter 140 Behind Locked Doors
140 Chapter 140 Behind Locked Doors
Dawn’s POV 1
The moment lights went out that evening, I found myself staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail of the mission in my mind. What had I done wrong that warranted being sidelined by the Captain? My performance during that first field operation seemed solid enough, and my work ethic exceeded that of most other soldiers here.
None of that seemed to count for anything. The Captain demanded results, and I had failed to retrieve the orb they desperately needed.
The challenge hadn’t been simple either. That massive house contained countless rooms across multiple floors, with no intel on where exactly the artifact was concealed. I could have spent hours searching every corner
without success.
The real miracle was that I had escaped with my life intact, avoiding capture
entirely.
My thoughts drifted to her face again. That woman who had confronted me during the mission.
The intensity in her gaze. The striking beauty of her features.
Despite knowing she was a werewolf, despite years of conditioning that taught me to despise her kind, I couldn’t deny the truth. She possessed an otherworldly beauty and carried herself with a commanding presence that seemed impossible to replicate.
My phone’s sudden buzzing yanked me from these dangerous thoughts. I fumbled for it on the nightstand, squinting at the bright screen through my drowsiness.
TRAINER FLETCHER – meet me in the gym. NOW.
A cold dread settled in my stomach as I read those words. I dragged myself
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out of bed and pulled on my training clothes: loose cotton pants, a fitted tank top, and my worn sneakers.
Checking the hallway revealed empty corridors, allowing me to slip out of the dormitory unnoticed. I crossed the moonlit training grounds until I reached the gym building.
The heavy door swung open to reveal Trainer Fletcher with his back turned, working through a set of heavy lifts. The sound of the door closing caused him to pivot toward me, setting his weights aside with deliberate slowness.
“You requested to see me, Trainer?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
“I did. Word reached me that you’re upset about being excluded from the upcoming mission.” His tone carried an edge that made my skin crawl.
“Yes, sir. I fail to understand why I’m being benched simply because I didn’t secure the artifact.” The words came out more defensively than I intended.
A cruel smile spread across his face as he began advancing toward me with calculated steps.
“That’s not the reason for your removal from active duty. You cannot be exposed to multiple packs or they’ll begin to recognize your face.” His explanation sounded reasonable, but something felt off.
“I’ve observed other soldiers participating in consecutive missions.” I kept my gaze fixed on the floor, avoiding direct eye contact.
Trainer Fletcher halted directly in front of me, forcing me to meet his stare.
“You follow orders without question. That’s how this organization functions. You’re still a fucking rookie. Don’t lose sight of that fact.” His voice dropped to a threatening whisper.
“I understand that, sir. But how can I gain necessary experience without field deployment?” The question slipped out before I could stop myself.
His hand shot forward, fingers wrapping around my throat as he slammed me backward against the concrete wall. His muscular frame pressed against
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mine, trapping me while he studied me with predatory eyes that saw me as prey rather than a fellow soldier struggling to breathe.
“That attitude of yours requires immediate correction. You’re aware of that.” His grip tightened as I clawed desperately at his hand.
“I apologize,” I choked out, but he yanked me forward only to drive me back into the wall with brutal force.
His eyes roamed over my body as my chest rose and fell rapidly, fighting for oxygen. His free hand began a slow journey up my torso until it reached my breast, where he began rough, unwanted caresses.
A tear threatened to escape, but I fought it back. I refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break. That’s exactly what he was hoping for.
His other hand traveled downward, slipping past the waistband of my pants until his fingers found their target. The assault was rough and degrading before he finally withdrew his hand and shoved me toward the exercise mats
in the center of the room.
Fletcher moved to secure the door lock, then turned back with that same
predatory expression.
I pushed myself up on my elbows as he approached, his hand working at his own body while I desperately tried to scramble backward across the mat.
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