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11. Tyler

Penulis: J. Tarr
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-01-20 18:49:38

Life at Ridgecrest has been… better. Not perfect, but better. It’s been three weeks since I last saw Landon, and everything feels like it’s shifted. Noah and I have become closer—not in the way people seem to think, though.

It’s not romantic, not even close. He doesn’t push me, and I’m grateful for that. It’s just... easy between us. As much as anything can be easy for me now. But there’s still this undercurrent of anxiety every time I’m around him. Not because of anything he’s done, but because my body doesn’t know how to relax around Alphas, not even ones like Noah.

The memory of Landon still lingers, though. It’s like a pit in my stomach that hasn’t gone away since he disappeared. It’s not like I miss him—hell, I’m better off without him breathing down my neck, right? He was suffocating, intense in a way that had my instincts screaming to run.

But now that he’s gone, that absence feels strange. Unsettling, even. I thought I’d feel relieved, but instead, there’s this gnawing feeli
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His reaction is very normal, missing the attention you no longer have. Now he just needs to figure out if he is attracted to Landon. Let us read what a second take looks like.
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    The fire pit crackles low between us, casting soft amber light against the twilight sky. The trees around the garden sway gently in the breeze, their leaves whispering above the roof of our little cottage. Yip, the one with the sunroom Xavier insisted we needed, even though he only uses it on quiet mornings to read poetry with his legs folded beneath him and a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.There’s music drifting from the outdoor speaker, low and mellow. Something acoustic, soft around the edges. A breeze carries the scent of grilled peaches and jasmine, wrapping around the four of us in lazy tendrils as the last stretch of golden hour melts into dusk.Tyler is curled into one of the patio chairs, blanket thrown around his shoulders like a shawl, hair in a messy bun on top of his head. He’s got a mug in one hand, half-full with lukewarm tea he keeps forgetting to drink, and a sleepy baby balanced across his chest, her little hand tucked against his throat like she owns him.Wh

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    We sit on the balcony just past sunset, the breeze light and tinged with the scent of jasmine drifting up from the garden beds below. Xavier’s legs are tucked up under him on the lounge chair beside mine, one of my hoodies draped loosely over his frame. He’s got a mug in his hands—something herbal and full of honey—and every so often, he brings it to his lips without drinking, just to feel the warmth and inhale.It’s been a week since the press conference. Three since the Council released their final statement. The world has been turning fast, with interviews and meetings and Council debriefs blurring one day into the next, but somehow, tonight feels slower.I glance over at him, watching the way the fading light catches in his hair, soft and gold at the edges, and I feel it again—that instinctual pulse that still hasn’t dulled, even now that we’re bonded and safe and on the other side of everything they tried to take from us. It’s quieter now, settled deeper, but it’s there. That c

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    The sky is overcast above the Council Hall, but for once, it doesn’t feel heavy. The clouds are soft, thin like worn cotton, and the air smells faintly of rain—clean and cool and not like anything artificial. I never thought I’d be able to stand on these steps and feel peace, but here I am, standing just outside the building where I first cracked my ribs open to speak the truth, and for the first time in years, I feel like I’m standing on solid ground.Jacob is beside me, one hand in mine, the other tucked into his coat pocket as we watch the Council’s official liaison descend the stairs with a final nod of dismissal. There’s no crowd. No reporters. No fanfare. Just a few quiet guards and the soft hum of the sealed security gate behind us. The statement was released publicly five minutes ago, and the silence that follows feels less like absence and more like reverence.“They’re gone,” I say, barely louder than a breath.Jacob squeezes my hand. “They are.”My body doesn’t know what t

  • Knot My Alpha   98. Jacob

    I wake up to the scent of him.Not the faint trace he used to leave behind on pillows and stolen hoodies and the edges of our nest. Not the sweet, subtle notes that used to slip out when he forgot his inhibitors or when his body was too exhausted to keep them fully active. No, this scent is different. Bolder. Unfiltered. Saturating the air around us like sunlight through sheer curtains—warm, dizzying, mine.And underneath all that: Contentment. It hums through the bond like a heartbeat.I lie there for a long moment, eyes still closed, breathing it in. Letting it roll through my lungs and settle in my chest like something I never want to let go of. I can feel him, really feel him now. The bond we’d tiptoed around for weeks has finally settled into place, stretching between us like a current—alive, tethered, undeniable.He’s still asleep, curled against me, head tucked under my chin, one hand splayed across my stomach like he never wants to let me go. The moment I shift slightly to lo

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    The moment we step through the doors of the estate, I know something’s changing inside me.It starts slow.Not the heat—that crashes into me sudden and full-bodied, leaving no room for grace—but my choice. The moment I decide. The moment I finally let go. That part comes gently. Like breath. Like something inevitable.I stand just inside the entryway for a moment, still and breathless. My palms are sweating. My body feels too warm. There’s a tension building under my skin, like every part of me is waking up, like I’ve been asleep for years and only now remembered I have a body that needs.I press my palm flat to the wall, gripping the edge of the molding like it’ll keep me upright. My breath is shallow. My skin is too tight. The bond is thrumming, thick with Jacob’s scent, his presence, his worry. He hasn’t said a word yet, but I can feel him behind me—his energy crawling up my spine, his control barely held together at the seams.I don’t turn around. I can’t. I need a minute to fight

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    The sun hits me in the face the second we step out of the courthouse, but for once, I don’t flinch away from it.Everything’s too bright, but I don’t mind it. Not today. Today, I want to feel all of it. The warmth on my skin, the weight of the air, the echo of my own heartbeat that still hasn’t settled from what I just did. My chest feels hollow and full all at once, like I’ve exhaled something I’ve been carrying for years and now I don’t know how to breathe without it.Jacob’s hand slips into mine as we step onto the stone steps. He doesn’t speak as he walks beside me, our bodies brushing. I can feel his gaze on me, quiet and protective and so much deeper than just pride. He hasn’t said a word since I gave my testimony—not since he met me in the hallway and held me like I was something sacred and broken and remade all at once.I think if he says anything right now, I might cry, so I’m grateful for the silence.Until I see them.Tyler and Landon are waiting at the bottom of the courth

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