All Chapters of Knot My Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I stand at the gates of Ridgecrest Academy, and it’s nothing like I expected. The place looks more like a fortress than a school. Stone walls, iron gates, and high towers loom over the campus, reminding me that this isn’t just any academy. It’s where they train the next generation of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas. Correction—where they train Alphas to lead, Betas to serve, and Omegas to submit. This place is designed to churn out obedient Omegas, perfect little packages ready for Alphas to claim.I grip the strap of my bag, trying to ignore the itch of discomfort crawling up my spine. I don’t belong here. I never wanted to be an Omega, and I sure as hell didn’t want to come to Ridgecrest. But rules are rules. Every Omega has to come here the year before their heats start, learn how to be the perfect partner, the ideal submissive.Not me. I’m here because I want to survive. I’ve spent the last few years preparing to be anything but that. My hands grip the strap of my duffel bag a little

I head out of the dining hall, my tray still clutched in my hands, adrenaline pumping through me. I didn’t even realise how fast I was walking until I reached the tray drop-off area and slammed it down. The clattering sound echoes louder than I intended, drawing a few stares from students nearby. I force myself to breathe, unclenching my fists as I walk toward the exit.Landon’s stare is still burning in my mind, the way he sat there, smug and confident, like he was waiting for me to crack. I hate that guy. Every Alpha in this place is the same—thinking the world should revolve around them, that they can bend people to their will just because they were born with a little extra testosterone. Landon’s the worst of them. The king of Ridgecrest, strutting around like he owns the whole damn academy.I walk out into the courtyard, letting the morning air cool my skin. Students are milling about, going to and from class. I blend into the crowd, trying to get lost in it, but my mind keeps c

I rush out of the dining hall, heart hammering in my chest, barely tasting the food I just scarfed down. It feels like everyone’s eyes are on me, like the whole damn school knows I’ve got a target on my back. Landon’s not going to stop. I can feel it in the way he looks at me, the smug arrogance rolling off him every time he corners me. The way his pheromones hit me yesterday—fuck, I don’t even want to think about it.I keep my head down, weaving through groups of students still hanging around after dinner. The sky’s darkening, and I’m grateful for it. Fewer people. Fewer Alphas. I just need to get back to my dorm, shut the door, and block it all out.But as I make my way toward the dorms, my heart races faster. I hate how Landon made me feel—like I couldn’t control my own body. The way my knees buckled, the way I whined. I never want to feel that helpless again. I won’t.I pick up my pace, barely noticing my surroundings, until—Wham.I smack into something—or someone—solid. My brea

I’ve been watching Tyler the whole damn morning, my eyes glued to him from the second he walked into the dining hall. It’s hard not to, after I watched him submit to me. He walked away from me—ran—and I let him, but only because I wanted to see how long he’d last without looking over his shoulder, waiting for me to come after him.But what I wasn’t expecting, what has my blood boiling right now, is Noah.He came out of nowhere, sliding in like he belonged at Tyler’s table, all calm and casual, like he didn’t know he was walking into a war zone. And Tyler—Tyler—didn’t push him away. He didn’t throw up the walls like he did with me. No, he let Noah sit there, let him talk to him, let him make him laugh.That laugh… it clawed at me, like something was tightening around my chest, squeezing. Tyler doesn’t laugh. He’s all sharp edges, all fire. He doesn’t let anyone in. But Noah? Noah walks in, sits down, and within minutes, Tyler’s smiling. Not at me. Not because of me.Why Noah?I grind

I barely make it two steps before I feel a hand on my shoulder. I freeze. My body tenses up immediately, my heart pounding in my ears. Every instinct is screaming at me to keep moving, to bolt, but Noah’s grip holds me in place—not forcefully, but enough to stop me from walking out of the dining hall.“Tyler,” he says quietly, his voice calm. “Wait.”I don’t turn around. I can’t. I don’t want to see whatever look is on his face—sympathy, concern, whatever. I’m not here for that. I’m not here to be someone’s charity case.“Let go,” I mutter, but even I can hear the shake in my voice.Noah doesn’t move his hand. Instead, he takes a step closer, his other hand coming up to my other shoulder. It’s gentle, but solid—like he’s not going to let me go until I listen.“Tyler, just stop for a second,” he says, his voice low, meant just for me. “You don’t have to keep running.”I stand there, stiff, not wanting to admit how much his touch is grounding me. It’s not like Landon’s overpowering pres