MasukTheressa's life, the smartest student, must change after finding out that she is Alpha's mate, Lyon, a transfer student at her school. Lyon's cold, possessive, and jealous attitude makes Theressa hesitate to stay with Lyon, after something bad happened and Theressa find out that she really in love with Lyon.
Lihat lebih banyakTHERESSA’S POVThere are silences that feel empty, and there are silences that feel like something enormous is standing inside them. The silence after the intruders disappear is the second kind—the kind that doesn’t fade but grows heavier, like the air is waiting to collapse inward.I’m still gripping Lyon’s sleeve.Not because I can’t stand on my own—but because the world suddenly feels unsteady, like someone has the ground on a thread and is pulling at its edges.His arm is strong beneath my hand. Solid. Grounding. But the moment I hear myself ask:“Lyon… what’s happening to me?”—something breaks open inside my chest.Fear, yes. But also something deeper.Something I don’t have words for.Lyon’s jaw tightens. For the first time since I met him, he isn’t instantly composed. He isn’t effortlessly in control. He looks like someone calculating the truth and trying to figure out whether saying it will destroy me or save me.He turns toward me slowly.“Theressa,” he says, voice low, “li
LYON’S POVThere is a moment—always—that separates anticipation from encounter. A thin slice of time where the world stops pretending to be harmless and reveals what has been waiting beneath its surface. As soon as the shadow detaches itself from the far end of the corridor, that moment arrives.Theressa’s breath tightens behind me.I feel it—sharp, quick, instinctive.Her fingers brush the back of my sleeve, not grabbing, just anchoring herself to something she trusts more than the ground beneath her feet.I shift my stance half a step in front of her, creating the line between us and whatever dares approach. The air grows denser, the silence sharpening into something more deliberate. The presence ahead of us does not rush. It does not hesitate. It moves with a confidence only predators carry—slow, calm, certain.A figure steps forward.Not fully into the light—just enough to take shape.Tall.Lean.Measured.And wrong.Everything about him feels calibrated, from the pace of his step
THERESSA’S POVThe world doesn’t look the same anymore.It’s the same streets, the same warehouses, the same gray sky stretched thin over the district—but everything feels different. The colors look muted, the distance feels shorter, and every shadow seems to breathe. Not loud. Not obviously. Just enough to make my skin prickle and my heartbeat rise.Lyon drives without hesitation. Every decision he makes is sharp, precise, deliberate, as if he’s leading us into a space he’s already mapped out in advance. But the tension around his shoulders is different now—coiled tighter, his movements edged with something I’ve never seen in him before.Focus.Not anger.Not fear.Focus sharpened to a point that feels dangerous.The motorcycle cuts through an intersection, and I tighten my arms around him as the wind rushes past us. He leans slightly into the next turn, and I move with him instinctively—not because I understand the movement, but because something inside me pulls me into the same rhy
LYON’S POVThe moment Theressa confirms the presence felt closer, the world narrows into a single line of instinct. Not panic. Not fear. Precision. A predator’s clarity. Everything else fades—noise, cold, distance—and the only things left are her breath behind me and the subtle pressure in the air tracking our next move.“We’re leaving,” I say, voice low, steady.Theressa’s fingers tighten around mine as I lead her toward the motorcycle. Not out of dependency—she’s not clinging—but because something inside her recognizes the shift in the atmosphere as clearly as I do.They’re closing in.Faster than expected.Closer than safe.When we reach the bike, I let go of her hand just long enough to pull the helmet from the side compartment.She shakes her head. “I don’t need—”“You do,” I say, placing it over her hands firmly. “Put it on.”She doesn’t argue this time. She slips it on with slightly trembling fingers, and I can feel her breath from where I stand—uneven, controlled, fighting not
THERESSA’S POVThe farther we get from my neighborhood, the more the world begins to feel unfamiliar. Not because the streets are different—these are roads I’ve taken a hundred times, intersections I could navigate with my eyes closed—but because everything around me feels like it’s holding its bre
LYON’S POVThe moment we step out of the house, the air shifts.Not because of wind—there is none.Not because of sound—everything is too quiet for that.But because leaving the threshold feels like crossing from one reality into another, a place where the edges of the world sharpen in ways most pe
THERESSA’S POVPacking shouldn’t take this long.It’s only clothes, a few essentials, a toothbrush, a charger—things that, in any normal situation, would be mindless. But nothing about this morning feels normal, and my hands refuse to move the way they usually do. I fold the same sweater twice, rea
LYON’S POVThere is a kind of silence that doesn’t belong to a house—one that doesn’t come from stillness, but from something just beyond it. The moment Theressa leaves the kitchen to gather her things, the air shifts again, revealing small details I had kept partially pushed aside while she was st
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