LOGINHello Readers, Can you feel Alex's jealousy?
Maya's POV:The dorm room was quiet when I came back from the forest task and closed the door behind me.Quiet was good. Quiet meant nobody was in the corridor asking questions about the scratches visible on my arms or the way I was holding my left side with slightly more care than usual. I had managed the task. I had done what was required under Rolf's leadership which had been efficient and cold and completely without warmth but professionally competent in a way I could not argue with.He had won.Of course he had won.I sat on the edge of my bed and looked at my arms.The scratches from the forest task were more than I had let on during the briefing. The terrain had been rough and Rolf's approach to navigation had prioritized speed over caution and I had taken two branches across the right forearm and one longer one across my left shoulder that was going to need proper cleaning. On top of last night's injuries which were mostly healed but still present in the specific way that heal
Alex's POV:The task briefing happened at the forest edge at ten sharp.Coach Vega stood at the boundary marker with a tablet and the expression he wore when he had designed something he found adequately challenging and was waiting to see if the people in front of him were going to prove him right.The four teams stood in loose formations behind their respective Alpha heirs. I could feel Leo Silver behind me without looking. His pack energy was familiar in the way that Silver pack energy was always familiar, clean and structured, but carrying underneath it the specific quality of someone who was acutely aware that he was standing behind the Alpha heir of the pack his boyfriend belonged to. Complicated was the correct word for that situation and I had agreed with Rafe's assessment and was managing it accordingly.Rolf stood to my left with his team and Maya was at his right shoulder and she was holding her posture with the specific deliberateness of someone who had decided their body l
Alex's POV:The dining hall smelled like eggs and coffee and approximately forty people pretending they had slept properly.I had not slept properly.I had slept for exactly ninety three minutes which I knew because I had looked at the clock when I lay down and looked at it again when my body decided ninety three minutes was apparently sufficient and woke me up with the cheerful efficiency of someone who had not received the memo about last night.I walked to the breakfast line.Every step communicated its feelings to me directly and specifically and I received the feedback with the expression of someone who was not going to give anyone the satisfaction of seeing it.The ribs were a three. The forearm was a two. Everything else was a comprehensive record of the previous twelve hours that I was going to have to carry through what was apparently a semifinal task day and I was going to do it without complaint.I collected a plate and moved toward a table.Each step.Every single one.I k
Blake's POV:I stared at it for exactly two seconds. Then I looked at Maya standing beside her. Then back at Lyra. Lyra's face was completely neutral, watching me.I could not help it. The smile started at the corner of my mouth and I let it go all the way."Interesting night, Lyra?" I said.Lyra raised one eyebrow. She looked unbothered. "We slept.""Sure," I said. "And that thing on your neck is a birthmark."Maya made a small sound that was absolutely a suppressed laugh. Lyra shot her a look and Maya pressed her lips together and looked at the trees with great interest."We are in a hurry," Lyra said flatly. "Can we move.""Absolutely," I said pleasantly. "Just saying. Good to know the night was productive for everyone."Lyra looked at me with that perfectly controlled face she always wore. Then her eyes moved. They dropped down from my face to Alex, and they landed on his jawline. Specifically on the left side of his jawline where I had apparently been less careful than I thought
Blake's POV:The moon had moved. I could tell by the way the light shifted through the north window, softer now, less sharp. The howling from earlier had completely stopped. The forest outside was quiet in that particular way it only gets just before dawn, when even the night creatures have gone still and the world holds its breath waiting for the sun.I was not sleeping.I had not slept at all.Alex was on my chest, breathing slow and even. His hair was a mess and his cheek was pressed flat against my skin. Every now and then he would shift slightly in his sleep, his hand curling tighter against my side like even in sleep he did not want to let go. I stared up at the wooden ceiling of the treehouse and traced the grain lines with my eyes and thought about nothing and everything at the same time.He said he loves me.That was the only thing my brain kept returning to, like a dog going back to the same warm patch of floor. Not the rest of it, not the competition waiting for us in a few
Blake’s POV:I held Alex close to my chest for a while. His body was limp and covered in sweat. I could feel how drained he was. Carefully, I reached for the small cabinet again and pulled out a healing potion the omegas always kept in these treehouses. It was meant for injuries after fights or long runs, but it worked for this kind of exhaustion too."Here, baby," I said softly. I helped him sit up a little and brought the small bottle to his lips. "Drink this. It will help your body recover faster."Alex drank it without arguing. The liquid tasted slightly sweet and herbal. He made a small face but swallowed it all. I wiped the corner of his mouth with my thumb and kissed him gently."Good boy," I whispered.We lay there quietly for almost an hour. The full moon was still shining through the north window. The distant howling had calmed down, but the night still felt heavy with energy. I stroked his back slowly, feeling his breathing become steadier.After some time, Alex shifted in m
Blake’s POV:I didn’t go back to the dorm.I turned and ran.Not back toward the academy lights, not toward safety. I ran deeper into the forest, my feet hitting the uneven ground hard, breath tearing out of my chest. I didn’t know where I was going. I only knew I couldn’t stay there. I couldn’t st
Alex’s POV:The room was quiet, but my head was not.I sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on my knees, fingers pressed together. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same thing again and again. Blake on the ground. Blood at the corner of his lips. Liam holding him like it was natural, like it was
Blake’s POV:The first thing I felt was pain. Sharp and burning, spreading from my chest to my ribs like fire. My breath came out rough as someone’s boot pressed into my thorax again.I groaned but didn’t raise my hand.Liam was holding me from behind, his arms tight around my shoulders, trying to
Blake’s POV:I hovered Alex. He was still breathing hard under me, chest pumping against mine. His lips were parted, still flushed from kissing me like he was drowning. His eyes had that glazed, intoxicated shine. The kind that made him look half-drunk on heat, half-drunk on me.“Thorne,” I murmure







