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Spare me the possessive alpha act, Alaric.

Author: Ava
last update Last Updated: 2025-01-17 15:27:46

Elowen’s POV

I stormed down the hallway, my breathing uneven as I tried to shake off the weight of his words. His voice, his touch, his confession—it was too much. He didn’t deserve to have this kind of power over me, and yet he did.

“Damn you, Alaric,” I whispered under my breath, wiping the tears from my cheeks.

I reached the academy courtyard, where the rain had finally begun to lighten. Students milled around, their eyes darting to me, their whispers following my every step. It didn’t matter. Let them gossip. Let them judge. Nothing they said could hurt me more than he already had.

But my steps faltered when I saw him again. Alaric.

He was leaning against one of the tall stone pillars, his dark eyes locked onto me the second I stepped outside. His expression was unreadable, a mix of longing, regret, and something else I couldn’t place.

"Elowen," he said softly, his voice cutting through the noise of the courtyard like a blade.

I froze, my fists clenching at my sides.
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