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68. Jacob
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Knot 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 : 2025-03-19Knot My Alpha 70. Xavier
The moment Jacob mentions food, my stomach grumbles, loud and insistent, betraying just how little I’ve eaten in the past twenty-four hours. I press a hand to my abdomen, scowling as Jacob smirks at me like I’m some fragile thing he needs to take care of. I roll my eyes, but I don’t argue when he steers me toward the kitchen, his large hand settling possessively against the small of my back.The estate is massive, and even though I can feel exhaustion pressing in on me from every angle, I force myself to take in my surroundings. Dark wood floors, tall windows letting in the moonlight, sleek, modern touches mixed with old-world elegance. This isn’t just a home—it’s a legacy, and now, somehow, I’m a part of it.I push that thought aside as we step into the kitchen. It’s bigger than I expected, warm and inviting despite its high-end appliances and intimidating size. Jacob moves easily through the space, rolling up his sleeves as he heads straight for the fridge.“What do you want?” he
Last Updated : 2025-03-20Knot My Alpha 71. Xavier
Warmth.That’s the first thing I notice when I wake up—how warm and safe I feel, wrapped in soft comforters, my body completely relaxed for the first time in weeks. There’s a moment where I forget where I am, forget everything that’s happened, but as my eyes slowly blink open and I take in the unfamiliar but luxurious surroundings, it all comes rushing back.I let out a slow breath, pressing my face into the pillow for a second before rolling onto my back, staring up at the ceiling. The memories of the previous day should send me spiraling, but they don’t. Not this time. Because I have something now—someone. I have Jacob.And if I have him, I don’t need them.My parents aren’t family. Family wouldn’t have tried to mold me into something I wasn’t. Family wouldn’t have hidden the truth from me, and wouldn’t have tried to keep me from my mate.Jacob’s father, for all his coldness and indifference, made sure I was safe. Jacob made sure I was safe. They didn’t just tell me I was theirs—the
Last Updated : 2025-03-20Knot My Alpha 72. Xavier
One of his hands lifts, his knuckles trailing the length of my jaw, barely a whisper of contact, but it sets my nerves on fire. I suck in a sharp breath, my body going still, my pulse hammering as his fingers trace down, following the delicate column of my throat before stopping at the base of my neck.And then, just to be a bastard, he presses his thumb against my pulse. I know he can feel how fast it is. I know he can tell what he’s doing to me.Jacob hums again, tilting his head slightly, watching me like he’s testing something, like he’s waiting to see if I’ll push him away or pull him closer. I know what he’s doing. He’s letting me set the pace, letting me decide how far this goes, if it goes anywhere at all.I should make him suffer. I should lean back and laugh it off, make some snarky comment, pretend like he doesn’t have me wrapped around his finger.But I don’t.Instead, I lift my chin just slightly, baring my throat a fraction more, letting him see what he’s doing to me, le
Last Updated : 2025-03-21Knot My Alpha 73. Jacob
After this morning, I’m still wired as hell.Every cell in my body is keyed up, simmering just under the surface, my instincts scratching at the walls of my control, demanding I do something about it. I’ve tasted him now—felt Xavier’s mouth under mine, heard the little noises he makes when he’s desperate for more—and pulling back from that took everything I had. It wasn’t just about control, either. It’s about respect. About letting him be certain first. The last thing Xavier needs right now is to rush into something he’s not fully ready for. So, despite every cell in my body screaming at me to turn around, pin him against the nearest flat surface, and claim him properly, I’m determined to wait until Xavier himself knows exactly what he wants.But knowing I need to take it slow doesn’t make the tension in me any easier to handle. I can feel the electricity thrumming between us as we walk through the hallways of the estate, and every damn step closer to him makes my jaw tighten and
Last Updated : 2025-03-22Knot My Alpha 74. Jacob
My father’s message is simple and direct, sent through one of his staff. “Jacob, come to my office—alone,” it reads, clear and blunt as ever. The wording puts a knot in my stomach instantly, a tense coil tightening just under my ribs. I glance briefly toward the living area where Xavier is curled up on the plush sofa, wrapped in a soft blanket, paging through a stack of books and magazines as he plans out his nest. He looks peaceful right now, content and safe, and I hate the idea of disturbing that sense of calm. So I slip away quietly, nodding to the staff member in acknowledgment before moving down the familiar halls toward my father’s office.I knock once before stepping inside, finding him at his desk, his expression solemn and serious as he glances up to meet my gaze. He gestures toward the chair opposite him, his mouth drawn into a tight, thin line that sends another wave of apprehension through me. My father is a controlled man, rarely allowing emotion to slip through his c
Last Updated : 2025-03-23Knot My Alpha 75. Xavier
The moment I wake, I know something’s wrong.I’m not in danger. There’s no immediate threat. But the cold weight sitting on my chest tells me something dark followed me out of sleep, curled its claws around my ribs and pulled me under just long enough to rattle everything inside me. I lie there for a minute, blinking up at the soft shadows cast by the moonlight through the window. The sheets are tangled around my legs, and my shirt is damp with sweat, clinging to my back like it’s trying to hold on to the nightmare that’s already slipping through my fingers.I can’t remember all of it. Just fragments. Heat and cold. A closed door that wouldn’t open. Voices I recognized but couldn’t place. My own hands pounding against something that wouldn’t move. And that feeling—that helpless, suffocating weight pressing down on my chest like I was back in that house, back in that life where nothing was mine.My heart’s still racing. My breathing’s uneven.I sit up slowly, rubbing my hands over my
Last Updated : 2025-03-24Knot My Alpha 76. Xavier
Breakfast is warm and quiet and—oddly enough—kind of perfect.Jacob’s seated across from me at the massive kitchen island, shirtless again because he has no shame and apparently no awareness of how distracting he is when he’s pouring coffee with that smug little grin on his face. The smell of cinnamon and vanilla is thick in the air from the French toast he made, and I’m on my second slice because I have no self-control when it comes to food that tastes like comfort and safety.We’re teasing each other about something ridiculous—I think it started with whether or not I could take him in a fight and has now devolved into him impersonating my voice and dramatically swooning over how broad his shoulders are.“You’re obsessed,” I say flatly, trying not to laugh as I stab another bite with my fork. “Seriously, Jacob, this is starting to look like a cry for attention.”“Oh, I’m obsessed?” he counters, leaning back in his chair and flexing way too obviously, just to make a point. “You were t
Last Updated : 2025-03-26
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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
