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43. Tyler
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2025-02-23 18:08:41
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Knot My Alpha 44. Landon
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-24Knot My Alpha 45. Landon
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
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-24Knot My Alpha 46. Tyler
I wake up slowly, my body heavy, my mind groggy, like I’ve been pulled out of something deep and dark. The first thing I notice is that I’m warm—wrapped in something solid, something safe. The second thing I notice is that I don’t know where I am.I blink, my vision blurry for a few seconds before it clears. The dim lighting, the scent in the air—rich, familiar, Alpha—it clicks all at once. Landon’s room.I frown, my brows drawing together as I try to piece together how I got here. The last thing I remember is curling up in my own bed, exhausted from crying, drained from everything I had spilled to Landon. I remember him holding me, murmuring to me, his scent calming me down until I slipped under.But now I’m here.Landon is behind me, his arm heavy around my waist, his body pressed against my back. His breathing is slow and even, steady in a way that tells me he’s deeply asleep.Which is rare. Landon doesn’t sleep like this—never deeply, never long.Something twists in my stomach.I
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25Knot My Alpha 47. Tyler
The second time I wake up, I feel warm. Safe. Sore.Landon’s body is pressed against mine, solid and steady; his arm heavy around my waist like he has no intention of letting me go. His scent—strong, rich, Alpha—fills my lungs, steady and familiar. I sigh, stretching lazily, my body aching in the best possible way. A deep, satisfied groan slips out as I roll onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow, smiling against the fabric.A low, sleepy hum rumbles from him, and then his lips press against the top of my head. “Morning, baby.” His voice is rough with sleep, deep and possessive, and it sends a lazy shiver down my spine. “How are you feeling?”I hum and turn onto my side so I can look up at him. His blue eyes are clear now, still sharp but missing the dark, unreadable edge they had last night. He’s watching me, taking me in, his fingers tracing idle patterns over my bare hip.“Good,” I admit, stretching my arms above my head before letting them drop back down. “Really good.”
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-25Knot My Alpha 48. Landon
Two Weeks LaterThe second I catch the scent, my stomach drops.Sweet, heavy—too heavy. Tyler’s scent always drives me a little insane, but this? This is different. It’s thicker, more potent, seeping into the air of the Ridgecrest dining hall like a warning bell.I look over, my heart slamming into my ribs as I take in the way Tyler shifts uncomfortably in his seat, his brows pulling together. He’s gripping his fork too tightly, knuckles white, jaw clenched like he’s trying to fight something off. He doesn’t even realize what’s happening yet. But I do. And so does every other Alpha in this damn room.The shift is almost immediate. Conversations drop, heads turn. I hear someone inhale a little too deeply, and a growl rumbles low in my chest before I can stop it. Mine.Tyler’s heat is coming. And it’s coming now.I’m on my feet before anyone else can even process what’s happening, moving to his side, my hand closing around his wrist. He flinches, his silver eyes snapping up to meet min
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-26Knot My Alpha 49. Tyler
I wake up slowly, my body heavy and sore, but there’s a warmth that wraps around me like a safety net. It takes a second for the haze to clear, and when it does, I realize exactly where I am.Pressed up against Landon in the nest we built together. His arms are snug around me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and the heat of his body is all-encompassing.My heart beats a little faster, and embarrassment washes over me. I never thought I’d be in this position—after a heat, in the arms of an Alpha, marked and claimed. But as I lay there, taking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, I know there’s no one else I would have wanted to be here with.I reach up to touch the mark on my neck. It’s tender, still raw from where Landon’s teeth sank into my skin, but the sensation of it sends a ripple of warmth through me. He’s mine now, and I’m his. That’s what this means. As much as I thought I’d hate the idea of being claimed, something about it feels right. It feels... safe.I sm
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-27Knot My Alpha 50. Landon
Tyler doesn’t notice me watching him.He’s stretched out on a blanket in the grass, one arm tucked behind his head, the other holding his book open, completely lost in whatever world he’s reading about. The sunlight filters through the trees, casting a warm glow over his skin, and his curls catch in the breeze, shifting slightly with every soft gust of wind.His glasses slip down his nose.I wait, holding my breath, knowing what’s coming. And sure enough, he pushes them back up with his knuckle without even looking away from the page.Fuck.Something in my chest clenches so hard it’s almost painful. I'm so down fucking bad for him.It’s been two days since his first heat passed, and he’s been soft ever since—softer than I’ve ever seen him. Still tired, still a little clingy in a way that makes my Alpha instincts hum in satisfaction. But mostly, he just seems content.I’ve never seen him like this before. Relaxed, happy, safe. And knowing I’m the reason for it? It does something to me.
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-28Knot My Alpha 51. Tyler
I can’t stop smiling.The dinner went better than I ever could have imagined. Landon’s parents—his beautiful Omega mother—were nothing like I expected, and for the first time in my life, meeting someone’s family didn’t feel like stepping onto a battlefield. It felt… good. Easy.And now, back in our nest, wrapped in the quiet safety of our space, I feel light. Content in a way I didn’t think was possible for someone like me. The warmth from earlier is still buzzing under my skin as we step into our nest, and I know I should probably be winding down for the night, but there’s this ache inside me—this need to do something for him.Landon stretches out on the bed, his tie already loosened, the top buttons of his shirt undone, watching me with a lazy smirk as I crawl toward him. “You’ve been grinning since we left the restaurant.”I shrug, reaching for his tie and tugging it free completely. “Can’t help it.”He raises a brow. “Should I be concerned?”I don’t answer right away. Instead, I
Huling Na-update : 2025-02-28
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Knot My Alpha 86. Jacob
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
Knot My Alpha 85. Jacob
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
Knot My Alpha 84. Xavier
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
Knot My Alpha 83. Tyler
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
Knot My Alpha 82. Jacob
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
Knot My Alpha 81. Jacob
Xavier’s practically melted across me, one leg hooked over my thigh, his face buried in my neck. His curls are everywhere, and I swear half of them are in my mouth. He’s still breathing slow, deep and even, but the moment I shift just a little, his fingers twitch against my chest.“I know you’re awake,” I murmur, voice still rough with sleep.He groans dramatically but doesn’t move. “M’not.”“You just responded.”“No I didn’t.”A laugh rumbles low in my throat. “You’re not very good at this.”“I’m amazing at this,” he says, voice muffled in my neck. “I’m playing dead so my Alpha doesn’t get up and leave me.”“I wasn’t planning on leaving.”He lifts his head slowly, finally, eyes still half-lidded and hazy with sleep. But there’s a spark there now, a light that wasn’t always present before. That playful glint I’ve been seeing more and more of—the one that tells me he’s starting to feel safe enough to be himself around me, not just the version he was forced to perform for years.“You al
Knot My Alpha 80. Jacob
Xavier’s asleep in my arms. Or at least, I think he is. He’s breathing like it, soft and steady against my chest, one hand curled near his face, the other resting over my ribs like I’ll vanish if he lets go. His cheek is pressed to the space just above my heart, and I swear to god, every time he exhales, something in me settles a little more.The sheets are still damp from when we fell into bed after the bath—too tired to dry off all the way, too tangled up in each other to care. We hadn’t planned it. That wasn’t what the bath was supposed to be. I ran it for him because he needed comfort, and I needed to give it to him. Needed to do something to remind him that the world could still be kind. That he was still loved. But somewhere between the water and the steam and the quiet way he looked at me—something shifted.And it was him. He was the one who let his scent roll out first, thick and heavy and laced with need so strong I could barely think. No hesitation, no fear. Just instinct a
Knot My Alpha 79. Jacob
The scent changes before either of us says another word.It’s subtle at first—sweet and familiar, like ripe peaches hanging heavy on the branch, but then it shifts. Grows thicker, headier. There’s heat behind it now, and it hits me all at once, coating my lungs and curling around my instincts like a damn vice.“Xavier,” I murmur, voice low and full of warning. My hand tightens where it’s resting on his hip. “That scent. You need to pull it back.”His eyes flick up to mine, steady and calm. That perfect omega calm that hides all the fire underneath. “Why?” he asks simply, like it’s nothing. Like the sudden ache in my gut and the hard press of my cock against his back is something we can just ignore.My grip tightens again, and I fight to keep my voice level. “Because I’m not gonna be able to stop myself if you don’t.”He turns in my arms slowly, his skin sliding against mine under the water, every brush of his body lighting me up like a fucking fuse. His hands find my chest, sliding ov
Knot My Alpha 78. Xavier
Jacob doesn’t speak as we walk through the estate. Doesn’t comment when I hesitate slightly near the front foyer, my body remembering the tension of walking through those doors earlier. He just grabs my hand and keeps walking until we reach the garage doors.When he opens one, I blink.Inside, lined up neatly like something out of a magazine, are cars. Sleek, glossy, expensive as hell. A few motorcycles. And in the back, tucked in the corner, a matte black four-wheeler that looks like it’s seen actual off-road chaos.I blink again. “You want me to drive that?”“No,” Jacob says, grinning. “I’m driving. You’re riding.”I stare at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever been on a four-wheeler.”He shrugs. “Then you’re about to lose your off-roading virginity.”I groan. “You’re unbearable.”He tosses me a helmet from the shelf. “And you love it.”A few minutes later, we’re flying across the property—through the trees, over dirt trails I didn’t even know were there. The wind whips around us, fast an
