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2025-11-15 02:07:26The forest was too damn quiet.
Not the peaceful kind of quiet, either—the heavy, pressing kind that made every heartbeat echo too loud in my chest. Ethan hadn’t said anything for a while, and neither had I. But I didn’t need words to know he was watching me, weighing the things I wasn’t saying out loud.
The longer we sat there, the more guilt prickled at the edges of my calm. Classes were still running. I’d ditched my last one, and if I’d been in the mood to care about my academic record, that would’ve sent me into a full-blown panic. But right now? Sitting here, breathing through everything with Ethan by my side, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it.
Still… I wasn’t going to get away with this. Not forever.
The wards overhead shifted, their silver runes flickering faintly as if they were tired of holding secrets.
Ethan cleared his throat softly, finally breaking the silence. “You realize we’ve probably missed half the day by now, right?”
I snorted, tipping my head back to stare at the canopy. “Half? Try all. Pretty sure Professor Brannick is sharpening an axe with my name on it as we speak.”
His grin was faint but real. “We’re screwed.”
That pulled a laugh out of me—sharp, a little bitter, but real enough that my chest loosened. “Yeah. We’re so dead.”
The moment passed, lighter than I expected, and I found myself slumping forward, elbows on my knees, picking at the fabric of my jeans.
“Ethan?”
“Mm?”
“Do you ever think about… us? Not romantically. Just… what we were before all this?”
He was quiet, but not with avoidance. More like he was actually thinking. Finally, he nodded. “All the time. You were the only one who made me feel like I could breathe when everything else was too much. That hasn’t changed.”
My throat went tight. I hadn’t realized how badly I needed to hear that.
“I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice low. “Not just of the bond. Of me. Of messing this up. Of being too much or not enough.”
Ethan leaned back, stretching his legs out in front of him. “Rhea, you’ve never been not enough. Not for me. Not for anyone who actually knew you. If those Alphas of yours can’t see that, then they’re idiots.”
I barked out a laugh, covering my mouth. “You’re going to get yourself killed saying stuff like that.”
He shrugged, his smile crooked. “Worth it.”
The weight in my chest shifted. Not gone, but lighter. Easier to carry with him sitting there.
We didn’t move for a while. The forest felt like it held its breath with us, shadows stretching as the sun dipped lower. The wards above us pulsed faintly, their light softening as if they were eavesdropping.
When I finally stood, brushing dirt off my jeans, Ethan followed.
“Well,” I said, forcing a chuckle. “Guess we should head back before someone sends a search party.”
“Pretty sure they already did.”
I froze, giving him a sharp look. “What?”
He smirked, but there was no humor in it. “You think your Alphas didn’t feel that bond flare earlier? Rhea, they’re probably tearing up half the Academy trying to figure out where you went.”
“Shit.”
The thought of facing them after this—after Ethan, after the bond resonance, after the dean—made my stomach twist.
“Relax,” Ethan said, bumping my shoulder as we started walking toward the edge of the forest. “You don’t have to tell them anything you’re not ready for. But you also don’t have to hide forever.”
I kicked at a loose rock, watching it skitter ahead on the path. “You always know how to make things sound simple.”
“Not simple. Just… survivable.”
We walked in silence until the trees thinned and the glow of the Academy wards grew stronger, guiding us back. My thoughts were still tangled, messy, but there was a strange comfort in knowing Ethan was here—still in my corner, even if it wasn’t the same way as before.
Right before the last line of trees, we stopped. Neither of us said anything for a beat, the air between us heavier now, like the moment deserved something final.
“Closure?” I asked, half joking, half not.
Ethan smiled, small and steady. “Closure.”
We bumped fists, stupid and childish, but it felt right. Like putting a lid on the box of what we’d been.
Then my head pulsed.
‘Rhee, where are you?!’
Lila’s voice slammed through the mind-link, frantic and sharp. ‘The quads are here—and they’re not happy. Like not-happy enough to level half the Academy. Get your ass back before they combust.’
My stomach dropped.
“Oh, fuck.”
Ethan raised a brow. “Let me guess.”
“My mates,” I muttered, rubbing my temples. “They’re here.”
And they were pissed.
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