Chapter 110: Commander Ray
On the other side of the camp, Mia could barely contain her excitement, it was her first time going to war, and the thrill of it all sent a rush through her veins. She moved from one warrior to the next, chatting animatedly as if she were back at Quinn’s estate, where she had spent countless hours learning from his men. That was, after all, how she had picked up most of her self-defense skills.
"How many days did it take you?" She asked, now interrogating yet another warrior as she lingered among a group of them. Her eyes shamelessly roamed over the man’s bare chest, taking in the sculpted muscles with unabashed admiration. Men with well-built bodies had always been her weakness, whether or not she was attracted to them. In her next life, she was going to come back as a man and train herself into the ultimate temptation for women.
"It took me just two years," the man boasted, flexing ever so slightly, his muscles rippling under his skin.
Mia’s eyes widened in amazement.
"Such a show-off. It’s all because of your wolf," one of his friends teased, earning a round of laughter from the group.
"They are so amazing," Mia murmured, bending forward to get a closer look. She pouted her lips in appreciation, utterly entranced.
"You can touch if you want," the warrior offered, clearly enjoying the attention.
"Really?" She asked, eyes lighting up. But before he could confirm, her hand was already on his chest, her fingers tracing over his abs with careful curiosity.
The man shivered slightly at her touch, while Mia studied his form intently, secretly wishing she had muscles like his. No wonder so many she-wolves cheated on their mates, if their side pieces were built like this, she couldn’t even blame them. She paused for a moment, wondering if the men saw her as a shameless pervert, but quickly dismissed the thought. She didn’t care what they thought. As long as she could enjoy this rare masterpiece, she was content.