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Roxanne's POV
"Okay, can you believe what I just heard?"
Charlotte's voice hit me before she even fully caught up, her sneakers squeaking against the corridor floor as she fell into step beside me.
"Good morning to you too," I shifted my bag higher on my shoulder and kept walking.
"You won't believe what I found out," she was breathless, her bag falling off one shoulder. "Tyson and Skylar are done, over. It happened three days ago, apparently."
"Okay." I kept walking.
"Okay?" She stared at me. "Roxie, they were literally the couple of the year. Everyone was talking about it at the east wing and Skylar is already out here posting photos with Hayden Cross well like Tyson was a limited edition she outgrew."
"Good for her," I said and kept moving.
Charlotte jogged two steps to keep up. "That's it? That's your whole reaction?"
"What do you want from me, Charlie?" I turned the corner toward the sciences corridor, dodging someone's backpack. "You've been my friend for years and you still don't understand that some people simply do not care about Tyson Blackwood's love life. Some people have actual problems."
She kept up with me easily, which was annoying because she was wearing platform sneakers. "You're not even a little bit interested?"
"Nope." My voice was deadpan.
"Aren't you even a little bit curious?" She asked.
"Charlie..."
"Because the way Skylar moved on that fast was..."
"He deserved it." I shifted my bag strap. "He's been overdue for that for a long time. Karma finally showed up."
Charlotte went quiet for a long moment, which for her was basically a record. We turned into the main hallway, people coming across in every direction.
"You know," she said finally. "I really don't understand why you hate him so much."
I stopped walking and just looked at her.
She blinked. "What?"
"Charlie." I stared at her. "Seriously?"
She spread her hands. "What? I'm just saying..."
"Charlie." I cut her off. "The guy is a jerk and a bully. He's been a bully since we were literally twelve years old and you've watched him be like this."
"I mean, yeah, he can be..."
"He's not can be, he just is." I started walking again. "He's always been that way and everyone acts like it's some personality quirk instead of him just being plain terrible."
"Okay," she made a face. "But a lot of people are awful when they're younger and get better."
"He didn't get better." I laughed once. "Trust me."
She was quiet again, but a different kind of quiet this time. It was like a thinking quiet and I did not like it.
"Is this still about what happened with David?" She asked carefully.
My jaw tightened and kept quiet.
"I'm not trying to start anything, I just..."
"Charlie." My voice came out flat. "You know what happened with me and David and you know Tyson is the reason it went the way it did."
She opened her mouth, then closed it. "I mean...not really."
"It doesn't matter." I said. "It was months ago, it's over, and I really don't care anymore. The point is he's a jerk, he's always been a jerk, and has spent years making my life harder than it needed to be and he's always walking around this school like he personally owns the air in it, so yeah, I'm thrilled he finally got a taste of something he didn't ask for."
Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You say you don't care and yet you have very detailed opinions about..."
"I care about my Healing and Herbalism assignment that I have not finished." I shot her a look. "Plus, my suppressants, which I'm almost out of. Those are the things I care about."
"How much do you have left?" She asked.
"Like... three left." I said.
"You need to refill your suppressants," She said. "If you run out mid-week your scent's gonna be everywhere and you know how people get around here.''
"I have an appointment on Friday." I said.
"That's four days away." Her voice rose slightly.
"I'm aware, thanks." My voice was flat.
"I'm just saying." She said. "With the territory assessments coming up next week, everyone's already on edge. The last thing you need is..."
"I will be fine, Charlie." I looked at her. "I've managed before."
"You've complained about managing before," she looked at me. "You literally said last time that you could feel people noticing."
"I was just being dramatic." I said.
"That's my thing, when you said something you mean it." She tugged her bag back up her shoulder. "I'm just saying, maybe call and ask if they have an earlier slot."
"I'll think about it." I sighed.
"That means no." She shook her head slightly.
"That mean I'll think about it." I cut around a group of people standing in the middle of the corridor. "I'm more worried about the assignment. I still have finished the section on lunar-cycle herb and Professor Maxwell specifically said she was going to ask follow-up questions this time."
"You'll be fine." She gave a small smile. "You're always fine with Herbalism."
"I'm fine because I actually do the reading," I said. "Which takes time, which I don't have when I'm also worrying about..."
"Suppressants." She cut me off.
"I was going to say assessment prep, but sure, add that to the list too."
Charlotte smiled a little. "When's the assignment due?"
I groaned. "Today."
"Roxie..."
"I'm going to finish it before class." I checked the time on my phone. "I have like twenty something minutes."
"That's not enough time to..."
"It's fine, I write fast when I'm panicking." I dropped my phone back in my pocket.
She stared at me.
"Stop looking at me like that."
"I'm just..."
"I know, I'm a disaster." I grabbed her arm and steered us around the corner, cutting toward the main corridor. "I'll fix the assignment, I'll sort the suppressants, everything is fine..."
I walked straight into something solid and lost the rest of the sentence entirely.
I stepped back fast, grabbed my bag strap before it swung off my shoulder, and looked up.
He was taller than I always somehow forgot. Tyson Blackwood looked down at me with those green eyes, unhurried and not bothered.
Behind me, Charlotte had gone completely silent.
"Hey, Pumpkin." He smirked. "I've been looking for you."
Charlotte's POV I almost didn't come.I was on my bed in my oversized shirt and fuzzy socks with a movie playing that I hadn't actually watched a single minute of, and the apartment was quiet in the specific way that made the thoughts get loud. Liam's text was still sitting at the top of my screen.Babe, practice ran way over. I'm wiped. Next time, I promise.I'd read it four times, had sent back okay, rest well, because that's what I always did, absorbed it, adjusted, said something easy, moved on. I was good at that, because I had a lot of practice.The ceiling wasn't doing anything interesting.I sat up, looked at my wardrobe.I picked up my phone and texted Roxanne: You know what, I'm coming. Staying home alone while you all party is actually boring.She didn't reply, which meant she was deep in the performance of the night, doing the thing she'd agreed to do, being someone she wasn't in a room full of people who'd never paid attention to her before. I didn't like that she was do
Roxanne's POV The door opened and the music hit first, then the heat, then the eyes. Every single one of them. The conversation near the entrance didn't stop immediately, it stuttered, like a record skipping, and then the whispers started moving through the room in a wave I could physically track from face to face. Is that Roxanne Sinclair?" "No fucking way." "Since when does Blackwood date Omegas?" "Holy shit, she's actually hot!" I kept my chin up. Tyson's hand sat flat against the small of my back, warm and steady, and I felt him lean slightly closer without breaking step. "Don't tense up," he said quietly, lips barely moving. "I'm not tense." My voice came out tight. "Your whole spine just locked." He said. "That's just how I stand..." "Roxanne, you look good.." His thumb pressed once against my spine. "Walk like you know it." I breathed in through my nose and walked. Three of his teammates cut across the room toward us before we'd made it twenty feet
Roxanne's POV "Oh my god."Charlotte said before I'd even fully turned around.I looked at her. "Don't say it.""Roxie," She set down the diffuser and stared at me. "You look like a whole snack.""I look like a stuffed sausage." I turned back to the mirror.The black bodycon dress sat against my body, it clung to my hips, my waist, my chest, everything I owned sitting right there on display with nowhere to hide. My breasts were practically introducing themselves. The neckline scooped low, and the edge sat mid-thigh, which on my body meant every thick inch of my thighs was out.. "This dress is too much.""This dress is perfect." Charlotte came to stand beside me, looking at my reflection. "You look like the kind of girl that makes every Alpha in a room forget what they were doing.""That's not....""Blackwood is not going to know what hit him." She said it simply. "Blackwood doesn't..." I stopped. "It doesn't matter.""Sure." She did not sound convinced.My curls were massive tonight
Tyson's POV "You can leave, you know," Roxanne said without stopping. "Check is done."She was still walking laps when I pulled out my phone and leaned against the wall."Keep walking." I scrolled through my phone."I am walking." Her voice came out sharp."Your left ankle just rolled." I said without looking up.She stopped, looked down at her foot and looked back up at me. "It did not.""Third step from the turn. Every time." I kept my phone in my pocket. "You're forgetting to engage when you come out of the pivot."She made a sound that was not quite a word and turned back toward the wall, this time visibly thinking about the pivot before she made it. I looked around the room while she worked. Small, two beds.Books stacked on the floor beside the desk in a system I couldn't immediately decode. It was not alphabetical, not subject-based either. Something else.A notebook on the desk that was closed. I didn't look at it.The outfits I'd selected were still hanging on the back of t
Tyson's POV Wednesday, 4:47 PMThere'll be a change of plans. I'm coming to you, be ready.I sent it and kept my phone in my pocket before she could argue, she tried anyway.Are you serious? You can't just...I didn't read the rest. I already knew what it said. Roxanne Sinclair had exactly two modes when I made a decision she didn't like, immediate combative, or slow-burning furious, and right now she was somewhere in the middle of both, typing aggressively into her phone in whatever she was doing before I interrupted it.I'd been watching her for three days, she was sharper than most people gave her credit for. Whether she was limping at the end of the day, whether she was favouring one side, whether the left ankle that had been collapsing in the lecture hall corridor was getting better or was going to be a problem I had to manage on Saturday.The party was in less than three weeks. I didn't have room for problems.That was why I was doing this. That was the only reason.I knocked o
Roxanne's POV "You're in Scent Science Class?"I stopped walking and turned around.Tyson was behind me in the corridor, bag over one shoulder, looking like he hadn't just appeared out of nowhere to ruin the first thirty seconds of my morning."Apparently," I said, turning back forward."I didn't know that." He fell into step beside me like he'd been invited to, which he had not."You don't know my schedule." I said."I do now." He glanced sideways at me. "How are the heels coming?""They're fine." My voice was flat."Yeah?" He said an eyebrow. "Because I'm not walking into that party with someone who...""I've been practicing, every day." I looked at him flatly. "Like you told me to. Can we not do this in the corridor?"He looked at me for a moment then shrugged one shoulder and walked off toward the other side of the lecture hall without another word.I found a seat in the middle row, dropped my bag, and pulled out my notes. I did not look back to see where he sat, my wolf immediat







