Ooooh turns out Gavin can't stay away already ;) But he's not the only one~ PS: Have a good weekend y'all! x
Moving out wasn’t supposed to make me feel like I was some sort of failure. Except it did. Worse, I hated doing it when it felt like I was packing up pieces of a life I barely got to live. And though the dorm wasn’t really all sunshine and rainbows, I still tried to make it mine. I had added some colorful banners I made myself and a few cutout pictures from old magazines. I was set on staying here for the entire school year. Set on having a nosy neighbor and one that gave me the stink eye every time we passed by each other. Now, there was just a room with a bare mattress, an almost broken desk drawer, and the faint scent of strawberry ice cream from the candle I wasn’t even allowed to use. “Need me to grab anything else?” Luca asked as he looked around the room. He had ditched the Academy blazer and his sleeves were rolled to his elbows. Of course, muscles and veins are on full display. Don’t even get me started on the thoughts I’ve had to suppress since I saw sweat drippi
ALPHA LUCA Gavin and Harley weren’t too keen when I stepped up to handle our living arrangements, but they couldn’t really say or do anything when they realized I was their best chance to secure a place immediately. The sunlight streamed in through the glass walls of my father’s private real estate firm. One of the many things our family owned. Honestly, I’ve lost count. The place was clean, glossy, and sharp. The funny thing is, it was just like everything in my family, sharp edges disguised in gold trim. I leaned back in the plush leather chair, spinning a silver pen between my fingers as Frederik stood across the desk, watching me with his usual disapproving frown. He does that expression a lot around me. “You’re not seriously going through with this,” he said, arms crossed. “Right?” “Why not?” I asked, smiling. “It’s a beautiful home. Countless rooms to use. A garden. Heated pools. Close to campus. What more could you ask for?” “First of all, it’s practically a m
It had been a full day since gym class and the whole… Gavin thing. And somehow, I still hadn’t stopped thinking about it. Not just the way he caught me, twice, or the almost-kiss that made my lungs stop working. But the way he pulled away. Like he was afraid. Of me. Of himself. I told myself it didn’t matter. That I shouldn’t care. That I was better off not diving into the feelings that made my chest ache and my head spin. And yet… I still found myself glancing over at him when I had the chance. Watching the way his jaw clenched when he thought no one was looking. The way his fingers flexed absently as if he was remembering something. Like he was remembering me. After my last class, I stopped by the library to return a book. Unexpectedly, I noticed Gavin’s bag on the desk in the corner where he usually sat. He always had the same setup: old notebook, headphones next to his phone, a spare hoodie that still smelled faintly like cedarwood and something darker. I set
ALPHA HARLEY The morning after the cabin, I woke up with a headache that had nothing to do with lack of sleep. The bond was still pulling. Even miles away from her, it pulsed low in my chest. It was slow and steady, like the ache of a phantom bruise. Alessandra Noone. Her name itself felt like a curse and a confession. She wasn’t supposed to be in my life again. Not tangled in the same maddening thread that now ran through me, her, and two other Alphas who clearly had no idea what they were doing with her. And what’s worse? She still looked at me like I was still that boy who watched her entire life get destroyed. The boy who didn’t stop it… And I really hadn’t. — I stepped through the front gate of Lakewood Elite in a black hoodie and clean boots, and within five minutes, I was being watched. Not for who I was. They didn’t know that here. The students were human. Soft. Entitled. Distracted by status and the gleam of power they didn’t really understand. T
ALPHA GAVIN “She was what?!” Luca’s voice carried through the open hall like a fired arrow. I didn’t look up from my tray, already expecting the aftermath of what happened just a couple of hours ago. “On top of you,” he said again, sliding into the booth across from me. “Literally. On top. Gym class, the hall. You. Her. Gravity. Sparks. The works.” He grabbed my phone, started typing something, then pushed it toward me. And there it was, a photo somewhat blurry but unmistakable: Alessi half-collapsed on top of me, my hand still bracing her back. Someone had taken it from the bleachers. Probably one of those gossip-crazed students with too much free time and a social media following dedicated to spreading rumors in the Academy. I couldn’t help it, though. I stared at the photo a little too long. “Gotta say, for someone who claims to be emotionally detached,” Luca said, “your hand placement suggests otherwise.” “I caught her. That’s all.” Luca smirked. “You caught fe
If there was one place I thought I could escape the swirling mess of emotions called my life, it was gym class. But of course, fate had other plans. And by fate, I mean Gavin Wilder in tight gym clothes. There he was, effortlessly stretching by the far wall, all taut muscle and golden skin under the Academy’s tight dark blue athletic shirt that may as well have been painted on. And just to top it off, he had the audacity to look completely unbothered while doing it. I stood awkwardly by the wall, pretending to adjust the strap of my sports bra while I forced myself not to stare. Not at the muscles. Not at the clean sweep of his jaw. Not at the single curl of dark hair falling over his forehead. This was fine. I could do this. It was just gym class. I wasn’t going to spontaneously combust because my mate was casually looking like a Greek god in breathable fabric. Unlike me who was trying my darndest not to drool at Gavin, the other students did the opposite. They stared li