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52. Jacob
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J. TarrNow, you all didn't think Jacob was just Jacob, did you? ;)
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Knot My Alpha 53. Jacob
The next day is the same as every other. I wake up, shower, throw on my uniform, and move through the motions like I always do—like I don’t have the weight of my father’s empire pressing down on my shoulders, like I didn’t spend last night drinking alone in a room no one knows I have. Like I didn’t stare at the ceiling for hours thinking about an Omega that doesn’t belong to me.The hallways are already packed when I step out, the usual clusters of students lingering near their lockers, posturing, laughing too loud, trying too hard. I move through them easily, nodding at a few familiar faces, keeping my expression lazy as I make my way to my first class. I don’t have to fake the ease—it comes naturally after this long. But beneath it, my mind is already running through the day, cataloging the details, considering the angles. The routine is second nature. Show up. Watch. Report. Repeat.By the time I’m on my way to my third class, I need to stop by the administration office to turn i
Last Updated : 2025-03-02Knot My Alpha 54. Xavier
The Alpha walks away without looking back, and I frown, my mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened.Why is he masking his scent with Beta musk?I know what I smelled. I know what my instincts screamed the moment I looked up at him. That was an Alpha. A strong one, but the second he got close, that overwhelming scent, the one that made something deep inside me lock onto him, was… dulled. The chemical undertone of Beta musk is unmistakable, a synthetic layer meant to cover up something more potent. But why? Why would an Alpha hide what he is?Is this the one they told me about?I shake my head, pushing the thought away for now, but my fingers twitch at my sides, my body still wired from whatever just happened. I didn’t mean to flash my silver, but the moment my eyes locked onto his, the moment I felt the weight of his attention, something in me reacted on instinct. I’ve been raised better than that. Omegas don’t flash silver to just anyone. It’s a call, a signal meant for t
Last Updated : 2025-03-03Knot My Alpha 55. Xavier
The morning starts with a pill on my tongue, bitter as hell but necessary.I swallow it dry, my fingers lingering against my throat for a second longer than necessary, as if making sure it goes down. My scent was everywhere yesterday, lingering in the halls, probably still clinging to the administration office, curling around him when he got close. That won’t happen again. I can’t afford for it to happen again.Once my scent is locked down, I get ready. My uniform isn’t technically regulation, but no one’s going to say anything unless they want to admit they have a problem with an Omega dressing how he wants to instead of how they expect him to. The skirt fits perfectly, pleated and short but not too short, brushing mid-thigh when I move. The blouse is crisp, tucked neatly, and I add just a touch of makeup—mascara to darken my lashes, a hint of gloss on my lips, a little shimmer on my cheekbones because, well, why the hell not?My hair is hanging in loose waves down my back with a h
Last Updated : 2025-03-03Knot My Alpha 56. Jacob
By the time I make it to my dorm, my head is a fucking mess.I slam the door shut behind me and exhale hard, dragging a hand through my hair before pacing the length of the room. My muscles are tight, my instincts still firing off in ways I don’t like, my skin buzzing with something I don’t want to acknowledge.That Omega.That fucking Omega.He’s trouble. He’s a temptation. He’s everything I don’t need wrapped up in a short fucking skirt and a knowing little smirk, like he already figured me out before I even opened my mouth.I’d felt fine this morning. I had everything under control. The second he walked up to me outside that building, that went to hell.The way he looked at me, those big, pretty eyes flicking over my face like he was studying something interesting, like he was filing me away for later. And then the way his mouth curled, that tiny hint of amusement when I called him Princess—fuck, it took everything in me not to react.And I couldn’t react.Because he thinks I’m a B
Last Updated : 2025-03-04Knot My Alpha 57. Jacob
The next day, I tell myself I’m not looking for him.I tell myself I don’t give a shit where he is, what he’s doing, or who he’s with. I tell myself I have bigger things to focus on, more important things to worry about than some stubborn, sharp-eyed Omega who walks like he owns the damn place and dresses like he wants people to stare.I tell myself all of this—Then I see him.He’s standing next to Tyler of all people, head tilted slightly as he listens to whatever the other Omega is saying. His long curls are shining under the morning light, a soft halo of gold that only makes him look more like trouble, and he’s wearing a skirt again—short, pleated, the fabric brushing against his thighs in a way that shouldn’t make my fingers itch.I tell myself I’m just looking because he’s new. Because I need to keep an eye on him. Because my father told me to.But none of those are the real reason.The real reason is the way something inside me locks onto him the moment I see him. The way my en
Last Updated : 2025-03-05Knot My Alpha 58. Xavier
I need to get the fuck out of here.My body reacts before my brain does, my legs moving on instinct, pushing me away from Jacob, away from the quad, away from the way he looked at me. My heart is hammering in my chest, blood rushing in my ears, drowning out everything except the single, horrifying realization that I lost control.I never lose control.I barely remember weaving through the hallways, my breath coming faster, my fingers tightening around the strap of my bag like it’s the only thing keeping me grounded. I don’t stop, don’t glance back, don’t risk seeing him again. I just keep going.By the time I reach my dorm, I swipe my keycard so fast that I nearly drop it. The second the door unlocks, I shove it open, step inside, and slam it shut behind me, my back hitting the wood as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to breathe.What the fuck just happened?My hands are shaking and my fucking scent is everywhere.I swallow hard, pushing off the door, dropping my bag onto the floor as I
Last Updated : 2025-03-07Knot My Alpha 59. Xavier
Jacob’s hands plant on either side of my head, caging me against the wood, his body so close that my own instincts go haywire. One hand presses flat against the wood beside my head, the other still gripping my wrist, keeping me in place, keeping me right there as he leans in close.Too close.I suck in a sharp breath, pulse hammering, but I don’t move. Because I can’t. Because this is the closest I’ve ever been to an Alpha and felt it.And gods help me, I feel it.“How do you know?”The question yanks me out of my daze, my breath stuttering. “What?”His jaw clenches, his eyes searching my face like he’s looking for the answer before I can give it. “How do you know, Xavier?”I swallow hard, my pulse roaring in my ears. “I—”He leans in more, and I press back against the door like that’ll do anything to get away from the heat of him, the sheer weight of his presence. His scent is different up close, still masked, still wrong, but I can feel what’s beneath it now, the strength of it humm
Last Updated : 2025-03-10Knot My Alpha 60. Xavier
It happens so fast I barely register it, the sharp shift, the pure Alpha scent that rolls off him so thick it makes my knees feel weak. The red of his irises are glowing, wild; his entire body going rigid as he stares at me like I just triggered something he wasn’t ready for.I barely choke out a breath. “Jacob—”He blinks, and just like that, it’s gone. His hands jerk back, his body snapping away from mine like he’s been burned. His breath is uneven, his jaw clenched tight like he’s fighting something.“You need to get away from me.”I should, but I can’t.Not when Jacob is still so close, his chest rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths, his fingers twitching like he’s restraining himself from doing something worse. Not when I can still feel the phantom burn of his knuckles against my throat, not when my body is still reacting, not when I can feel my scent pressing at the edges of my inhibitors, desperate to slip through.Not when his eyes had gone crimson the second he t
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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
Knot My Alpha 89. Xavier
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
Knot My Alpha 88. Jacob
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
Knot My Alpha 87. Xavier
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
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
