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61. Jacob
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Knot My Alpha 62. Xavier
“Because you’re my mate.”The words slam into me like a physical blow, knocking the breath from my lungs, making my entire body go still.No.That—that isn’t possible.Mates don’t exist. They’re a fantasy, a relic of old stories, something people want to believe in but know better than to trust. Bonds happen, sure, but they’re conditioned, nurtured, created—not destined.But I feel it.I felt it the moment Jacob touched me, the moment his voice dropped into that Alpha tone, the moment he scented me and my body gave in before my mind could catch up.It makes no fucking sense.I can’t breathe properly. My pulse is all over the place, my skin feels wrong, too hot, too tight, like I’m on the verge of something I don’t understand. My stomach clenches, my fingers digging into the sheets beneath me as I stare at him, my mind racing in a thousand different directions at once.“No,” I whisper, but it’s weak. It’s wrong.Jacob doesn’t argue. He just watches me, his face unreadable, his body loo
Last Updated : 2025-03-12Knot My Alpha 63. Jacob
Xavier’s words sit heavy in my chest, a weight I don’t know what to do with.I lean back slightly, running a hand down my face as I process everything he just told me. The trials, the forced resistance, the way his handlers—his so-called parents—pumped him full of inhibitors and threw him into situations designed to break his instincts before they ever had a chance to settle.Why?That’s the part I don’t get.Omegas are rare, but training one to resist an Alpha’s pull is almost unheard of. Why would they do that to him? Why would they work so hard to strip away the one thing that makes him an Omega?I study him carefully. He’s tense, arms wrapped around himself, curls falling into his face as he stares at a fixed point on my blanket, like if he focuses hard enough, he can will himself away from this conversation.He’s still shaking slightly, breath coming too fast, body still processing what I am to him, even if his mind refuses to accept it.“You ever ask them why?”Xavier blinks, hi
Last Updated : 2025-03-13Knot My Alpha 64. Jacob
I push off my chair so fast it scrapes against the floor, my pulse roaring in my ears, my hands already pulling my phone from my pocket before I can fully process the storm of emotions tearing through my chest. My fingers are tight around the device, muscles tense, breath controlled but not calm—because calm is the last fucking thing I feel right now.Across from me, Xavier is spiraling.I can see it in the way his fingers clench at my blanket, knuckles white, his shoulders curling in on themselves, his breath coming too fast, too shallow. His curls hang over his face, shielding his expression from me, but I don’t need to see his eyes to know.He’s unraveling.Everything he’s believed, everything he’s trusted, has just been ripped out from under him.And they did it.His own parents.My jaw tightens as I press the call button, bringing the phone to my ear, pacing across the room as I wait for the line to connect. I don’t know what I expect—maybe for it to ring a few times, maybe for m
Last Updated : 2025-03-14Knot My Alpha 65. Xavier
I move because Jacob moves.That’s it.There’s no conscious thought behind my actions, no real understanding of what’s happening, just a dull awareness that if I stop, if I think, if I let myself feel any of this, I will break into pieces that I don’t know how to put back together.So I go through the motions.Jacob grips my wrist and pulls me to my feet, his hold firm but not rough, guiding me through the door, through the quiet halls of the Academy, through corridors I suddenly realize I may never see again. The thought should scare me, but it doesn’t. Nothing does. Because there is nothing left inside of me right now except for this hollow, gaping space where certainty used to be.I don’t even know if anyone grabbed my belongings. I don’t ask. I don’t care.I let Jacob lead me outside, and suddenly there are people I don’t know, dark suits and sharp voices, guiding us toward sleek black SUVs lined up at the edge of the Academy grounds. I should hesitate, should ask questions, shoul
Last Updated : 2025-03-15Knot My Alpha 66. Xavier
I sink into him, letting the warmth of his body surround me, letting his scent fill every inch of my lungs. It’s intoxicating, deep and rich—sandalwood, vanilla, and the faint, smoky heat of burning wood. It wraps around me, seeps into my skin, presses into the hollow parts of me that have been empty for too long. My arms slip around his waist, my fingers gripping at the fabric of his shirt like if I let go, he’ll disappear, and I can’t—I won’t.Jacob’s chest vibrates with a low, constant purr, the sound settling inside me, winding through my bones, easing every sharp edge of my panic, my fear, my confusion. It grounds me. Makes me feel safe. Like I belong here, in his arms, pressed against him, inhaling his scent like it’s the only thing keeping me tethered to reality.His hand moves slowly, stroking through my hair, his fingers threading through my curls in a steady, soothing rhythm. The touch sends a shiver down my spine, not because I fear it, but because I need it.Then, finally,
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Knot My Alpha 67. Xavier
My stomach clenches. I should be embarrassed. I should feel shame for how easily I fall apart under his hands, but I don’t, because this is Jacob. My Alpha.I nod, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Yes.”Jacob doesn’t hesitate. One second, I’m pressed against him, tangled in his heat, and the next, he stands, holding me like I weigh nothing; his grip secure as he strides toward the bedroom in the jet without a single word.I don’t think I breathe the entire way there.He kicks the door open, stepping inside with that same controlled, dominant energy that makes my head spin. The scent of him—of us—fills the room, thick and heady, and my skin burns from the sheer weight of it.Jacob lowers me onto the bed, his body following mine before I can think to move. His knee presses between my thighs, keeping them parted, keeping me open for him as his hands slide down, gripping my hips, keeping me still.“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice heavy with want. “You’re already shaking for me.
Last Updated : 2025-03-16Knot My Alpha 68. Jacob
I lean back slowly, carefully, letting the weight of Xavier’s sleeping body settle more comfortably against my chest. His breathing evens out into slow, steady rhythms as he finally surrenders to exhaustion. My fingers stroke through his curls softly, gently, unable to keep myself from touching him. Because now that I’ve allowed myself a taste of him, now that I’ve stopped fighting this bond and let myself feel everything I’ve been desperately burying since the moment he walked into my life, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to let him go again.Watching him now, sleeping in my arms, vulnerable and trusting, I feel something in my chest tighten almost painfully. I don’t deserve him—this Omega who was trained from childhood to resist Alphas, trained not to need someone like me, conditioned to be independent and untouched by the instinctual pulls of our designations. And yet, despite everything he’s been taught, something inside him broke through that conditioning. Something inside him
Last Updated : 2025-03-18Knot My Alpha 69. Jacob
The jet touches down smoothly, the wheels kissing the tarmac with a gentle lurch, but beside me, Xavier still tenses. I feel it immediately—the way his fingers curl slightly into the fabric of my shirt where his hand rests against my stomach, the way his breathing hitches just for a moment before he exhales in a slow, measured breath. He’s nervous.I tighten my arm around him, pressing my palm against the small of his back, a silent reassurance. “We’re okay,” I murmur, my voice low and even. “It’s just the landing.”He nods against me but doesn’t pull away, his fingers twitching where they rest against my ribs. I don’t push him to move. If he needs to stay close, I’ll let him.As the engines whine down and the flight attendants begin moving about the cabin, I shift slightly, tilting my head to look down at him. “You good?”Xavier exhales through his nose, finally lifting his head, but his body remains pressed against mine. His bright green eyes meet mine, wide and uncertain. “Yeah,” h
Last Updated : 2025-03-19
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Knot My Alpha 90. Xavier
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
