I stand just out of sight, leaning against the brick wall of the garden shed, trying to pretend that I’m not watching them. Tyler, Noah, and Jacob are out there, talking and laughing like nothing in the world could bother them. Tyler’s smile is easy, his body relaxed, and I know he’s in good company. Jacob’s his best friend, and Noah… well, Noah’s a good guy.Pains me to admit that, though.But I can’t shake the way my chest tightens every time Noah leans in a little too close to Tyler or says something that makes Tyler laugh. It’s stupid. I know it is. Tyler’s mine, and Noah knows that. But it doesn’t stop that feral, possessive part of me from wanting to storm over there and pull Tyler away from him.I clench my fists, taking a deep breath to calm the urge. I can’t let this get to me. Tyler deserves his space, and he deserves to hang out with his friends without me hovering over him like some territorial Alpha ready to rip Noah’s throat out for getting too close.But it’s hard. It’
The door to my dorm creaks open, and for the first time in what feels like forever, I step inside and let out a long breath. It’s weird being back here after spending two weeks at Landon’s. The place smells familiar—clean, simple, no hint of Landon’s scent in the air. It’s quieter too, but maybe that’s not such a bad thing. After the rollercoaster of emotions I’ve been riding lately, quiet feels like something I can handle.Jacob’s already sitting on his bed, flipping through a book like he’s been waiting for me. He looks up when I walk in, raising an eyebrow. “Well, look who’s finally back.”I chuckle, tossing my bag onto my bed. “Miss me?”“Miss you? Nah, it’s been peaceful around here without your grumpy ass,” he says, smirking. “But seriously, you feeling better?”I shrug, kicking off my shoes and sitting on the edge of my bed. “Yeah, I think so. The mood swings have calmed down. I don’t feel like biting anyone’s head off anymore.”“That’s an improvement,” Jacob jokes, closing hi
The phone buzzes on my nightstand, vibrating against the wood loud enough to pull me from the light doze I’d drifted into. I frown, blinking blearily at the screen, my stomach twisting the second I see the name. Dad. Not Landon’s father, not one of those doting, slightly overbearing Alphas with too much money and too much time on their hands—no, my father. One of them, at least. And not the one who keeps his distance, either. The one I fear.Cold washes over me, tightening around my throat as I stare at the screen, willing the name to disappear, for the call to end unanswered, for him to lose interest. But the buzzing doesn’t stop, and when it finally goes silent, it starts up again almost immediately, as if he knows I’m here hesitating and fighting the instinct to smash the phone against the wall and pretend I never saw it.I shouldn’t answer. I know I shouldn’t answer.But my hand moves before I can stop it, fingers unsteady as they hover over the screen. The moment I swipe to ac
Stepping out of the lecture hall, I stretch my arms over my head, letting out a low groan as I shake off the last hour of mind-numbing statistics. Aiden, an Alpha friend of mine, falls into step beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his dark blond hair still damp from an early-morning swim.“Professor Walker really thinks we’re all dying to be accountants, huh?” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Swear to god, if I have to sit through one more class like that, I’m switching majors.”I snort. “You’re a business major, dumbass. You think finance classes are gonna be exciting?”“I dunno, man. Maybe I should just go pro, forget this whole school thing. You think the Sharks would take me?”I roll my eyes. “Beats me. But you better figure it out, since your dad’s expecting you to take over the company someday.”Aiden groans, tilting his head back dramatically. “Fuck, don’t remind me. You’re lucky—your old man doesn’t give a shit what you do.”“Yeah, ‘cause he already ha
I move fast, scanning the campus as I head toward the library, my pulse hammering harder than it should be. My mind is still stuck on the way Tyler looked at me—like I was someone to fear. Like I was something he needed to run from.I shake the thought away. No. That’s not fucking right. Whatever’s going on, it’s not about me. It can’t be.I spot Jacob before he sees me. He’s walking with his head down, dark hair falling into his face, earbuds in, clearly in his own world. I don’t have the patience for it right now.I barely check my speed before I step in front of him and block his path. He startles, blinking up at me. “Fuck, Landon. What the hell?” He pulls out an earbud, brows knitting. “You look like you just ran a marathon.”“I need to talk to you,” I say, my voice harsher than I mean it to be, but I’m still too wired to care.Jacob frowns. “Okay? About what?”“Tyler.”His expression shifts immediately, lips pressing into a thin line, his usual playful, bratty attitude vanishing.
I can’t stop crying.The tears keep coming, thick and hot, soaking into Landon’s hoodie as I bury myself in his arms. His scent is everywhere, warm and steady, wrapping around me like a shield, but it does nothing to stop the fear clawing at my ribs.I want to tell him. God, I want to tell him so badly. But the words won’t come out.Landon’s hand moves slowly up and down my back, steady and comforting. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against my hair. “I’ve got you.”I squeeze my eyes shut, my body shaking. No, you don’t. You don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t be holding me like this.Landon’s fingers press lightly against the back of my neck, grounding me. “You can tell me anything, Ty,” he whispers. “You know that.”I do. But knowing it and believing it are two different things.I squeeze my hands into his hoodie, struggling to get my breathing under control. My voice is barely above a whisper when I finally speak. “What would you do if you found out someone you love has a secret?”L
I step out of Tyler’s dorm, closing the door behind me as quietly as I can. My hands are steady, my breathing even, my face blank. But inside, I’m seething.Every inch of me is coiled tight, my instincts screaming at me to do something, to fix this, to make them pay. The only reason I’m not already tearing the fucking world apart is because My Omega is curled up in his bed, exhausted from crying.I kept my touch on him until he drifted off, kept my scent thick enough to settle his nerves. Even when I left, he barely stirred, his grip on my hoodie loosening only slightly.I can’t fix this by just holding him. Can’t take away what happened with sweet words and a promise that everything will be okay.Now that I’m out of the room, though?Now, I move.Pulling out my phone, I scroll to my father’s number and press call. It barely rings twice before his deep, no-nonsense voice comes through the speaker.“Landon.” His voice is sharp, clipped. “It’s late.”“I need the jet,” I say, skipping an
The realization sets in fast—he might be slow, but he’s not stupid.He starts shaking his head, tugging at the restraints. “Hey, hey—look, I don’t know what the kid told you—”“Everything.” His mouth snaps shut and I hold his gaze. “I know exactly what you did to him.”He swallows thickly, his skin paling under the dim light. “Listen, Tyler—”My fist meets his cheek before I can even think about it, and his head snaps to the side, a strangled grunt leaving his throat. Before he can recover, I grab his jaw, forcing him to look at me.“You don’t get to talk,” I tell him, my voice still calm, still steady, but carrying a weight that makes his breathing stutter. “You don’t get to say his fucking name.”I listen as his heartbeat spikes. I can smell his fear now, finally cutting through the stench of liquor, and I lean in slightly, my grip on his jaw tightening. “You know what the funny thing is?” I murmur. “I’m not even angry.”He blinks at me, his lips parting slightly, like he was expect
The second Jacob’s father steps into the garden, everything shifts.He doesn’t even have to speak. That man walks with the kind of presence that makes the air around him stand to attention. Jacob straightens in his seat immediately, and Landon tenses like he was waiting for this exact moment. I see the way Jacob’s brows pull slightly, how his thumb briefly brushes mine under the table—a silent apology before he even says anything.“Jacob. Landon,” Richard says, voice smooth but clipped. “May I have a moment?”There’s no question that it’s a command.Jacob stands, eyes flicking to me as he squeezes my hand once. “Won’t be long.”I nod, but it’s tight. My fingers feel a little colder once he’s gone.Now it’s just me. And Tyler.Awkward doesn’t even begin to cover it.I shift slightly in my seat, crossing my legs, then uncrossing them. My fingers toy with the edge of the linen napkin on my lap. The birds in the trees are too loud. The wind too quiet. Everything suddenly feels like it’s
Tyler looks like he’s been dipped in sunlight.It’s the first thing I notice as he steps out of the car, Landon beside him. He’s glowing, not in the literal sense—no supernatural aura or anything weird—but just glowing. His skin looks clearer, cheeks a little fuller, his whole face pulled into a grin that doesn’t seem to want to go anywhere.There’s something unshakably good about him today, like he finally figured out how to take a full breath again and doesn’t want to stop.I never knew him that well at the Academy, but I knew of him. Everyone did. Tyler Winchester was the kind of Omega that floated through the halls with a quiet confidence that didn’t feel manufactured.He was kind, but not soft. Sharp, but not cruel. Just… steady. Like he’d found the center of his own world and was unapologetically orbiting it.Seeing him now, I get it. I get why Jacob loved him back then, even if it wasn’t the kind of love that lasted forever.He and Landon walk up the path like they’ve done this
I find my father in his office, where he always is when the rest of the house feels like too much. Behind the glass desk, papers stacked with surgical precision, screens scrolling through live feeds from every AOB-affiliated site in the country, he looks like he belongs in a war room more than a home. It fits him. It always has.He looks up when I walk in without knocking. That’s allowed now, apparently. Since everything came to light, the rules are shifting beneath us. They’re still there, just less rigid. More silent understanding, less formal armor.“Jacob,” he says, setting aside the tablet in his hand. “Everything alright?”“No,” I say simply, and his posture straightens just enough for me to know I have his attention. He gestures for me to sit, but I don’t. I stay standing. The weight of what I’m carrying doesn’t want a chair under it.“I spoke to Tyler yesterday,” I start, watching his expression carefully. “We talked about a lot, but there’s one thing he said that stuck.”My f
The car ride back is quiet.Not the kind of awkward silence you get when people are mad or holding something back, but the kind that hangs in the air after too much emotion has passed through a room, leaving everything stripped bare in its wake. The kind of silence that fills your lungs and settles in your chest and makes your skin too tight for your bones.Jacob’s hand is on my knee the whole time, his thumb brushing slow circles through the fabric of my slacks, his pinky just barely brushing my thigh like he’s scared I’ll pull away if he touches me fully.I don’t, but I don’t say much either. I’m not mad, that’s not what this is. It’s not even jealousy anymore, not really. It’s something else. Something deeper. Something I don’t have a name for.Tyler cried when he saw Jacob. Crumpled, really. Fell into Jacob like the reunion broke something in him. And I wasn’t surprised by that—I knew they were close. I expected emotion. But what I didn’t expect was how personal it would feel. How
I let it go for now. I know better than to push Tyler when he’s still sorting through a million things at once. I can practically see the gears grinding in his head. I can see the way he’s holding everything in—questions, emotions, grief, betrayal. It’s all there in his posture. Tight. Guarded. Controlled.But I’m not done yet. Not even close.“I need to tell you the rest,” I say, and my voice sounds quieter now, like even I can feel how fragile this moment is.Tyler lifts his eyes to mine, and for the first time since we walked in, they don’t burn with hurt. Just exhaustion.“It’s about Xavier,” I say, my fingers tightening slightly around Xavier’s hand beneath the table. “What they did to him… the reason we’re here now… it’s bigger than what it looks like.”Xavier’s quiet next to me, but I feel him shift, feel the slight tremble in his fingers. He doesn’t look at Tyler—his gaze stays on the table, shoulders just a little hunched, like he’s bracing for impact even though he doesn’t n
I don’t remember the drive over. Not really.I remember the hum of the engine, the low rumble of tires on the road, and the way Xavier’s hand never left mine the whole way. I remember the way my heart sat like a stone in my chest, slow and sick with nerves. I remember trying to breathe around it. But the second we pulled up outside the little private meeting space arranged by my father’s team, all of that faded into one single, sharp thought:I’m about to lose him.Because no matter how many times I rehearsed this conversation in my head—no matter how many versions I tried to imagine—none of them ended with things going back to the way they were.Tyler was my first real friend. My anchor. The one person who made it feel okay to be small sometimes. And now I’m about to tell him that everything he thought he knew about me was a lie.The building is quiet when we step inside. Sleek and neutral, like the kind of place used for off-the-books meetings and private council visits. The securit
The moment Jacob starts pacing, I know it’s going to be one of those nights.He doesn’t even try to pretend otherwise. Doesn’t try to play it off with that lazy smirk he gives when he wants to pretend he’s got everything under control. Tonight, he doesn’t have it. He’s wearing a threadbare shirt I love on him—one of the few pieces in his wardrobe that doesn’t scream “Alpha heir of a powerful empire”—but the way he’s tugging at the hem, running his hand through his hair every few minutes, chewing the inside of his cheek like it’s a damn snack? It’s obvious.He’s nervous, and if he circles past the fireplace one more time, I’m going to throw a pillow at his head.He doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. He’s somewhere else entirely, lost in whatever spiraling train of thought his brain has decided to torture him with tonight. His brows are drawn tight, his jaw clenched, and he keeps raking a hand through his hair like it’ll magically produce answers if he does it enough.I’m curled up on
It’s been two hours since Jacob’s call, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it.He sounded… different. Tired, but not just physically. Not like he was exhausted from lack of sleep or overtraining like back at the Academy. This was deeper. Heavier. Like something had been sitting on him for a long time, and only now was he starting to come up for air.The Turner-Alcott family.It didn’t make sense at first. I couldn’t figure out why that name hit me the way it did, like something half-buried in my memory just got kicked loose. It wasn’t just the weight in Jacob’s voice—it was the way he told me to talk to Landon. Not a teacher. Not administration. Landon.Landon’s out on the patio behind our dorm, shirt sleeves rolled up, flipping through a stack of papers for one of his business classes. His legs are kicked up on the table, glasses perched on the edge of his nose—he only wears them when he’s reading for long stretches, and for some reason, the sight of him like that still makes somet
The kitchen smells like cinnamon and coffee and toasted bread, and Xavier’s still chattering behind me while I flip the last of the waffles onto a plate. He’s perched on the counter, legs swinging back and forth, his hair damp from a shower and face clean of makeup for once, not because he forgot it, but because I think today he just wanted to feel simple. Real.He looks good like this. He looks good all the time, but there’s something about this version—barefaced, in one of my oversized sweatshirts, ankles crossed, cheeks flushed with something that’s not stress for once—that just hits different.He’s talking about something he read on one of the gossip threads back at the Academy—some rumor about two bonded Alphas who got into a fight in the dining hall over protein powder or territory or something ridiculous. I’m only half-listening, smiling at the way his voice lifts when he gets worked up, how his hands move when he’s trying to paint the scene for me.Then my phone buzzes on the