Lahat ng Kabanata ng Knot My Alpha: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

Stepping out of the lecture hall, I stretch my arms over my head, letting out a low groan as I shake off the last hour of mind-numbing statistics. Aiden, an Alpha friend of mine, falls into step beside me, shoving his hands into the pockets of his hoodie, his dark blond hair still damp from an early-morning swim.“Professor Walker really thinks we’re all dying to be accountants, huh?” he grumbles, shaking his head. “Swear to god, if I have to sit through one more class like that, I’m switching majors.”I snort. “You’re a business major, dumbass. You think finance classes are gonna be exciting?”“I dunno, man. Maybe I should just go pro, forget this whole school thing. You think the Sharks would take me?”I roll my eyes. “Beats me. But you better figure it out, since your dad’s expecting you to take over the company someday.”Aiden groans, tilting his head back dramatically. “Fuck, don’t remind me. You’re lucky—your old man doesn’t give a shit what you do.”“Yeah, ‘cause he already ha

I can’t stop crying.The tears keep coming, thick and hot, soaking into Landon’s hoodie as I bury myself in his arms. His scent is everywhere, warm and steady, wrapping around me like a shield, but it does nothing to stop the fear clawing at my ribs.I want to tell him. God, I want to tell him so badly. But the words won’t come out.Landon’s hand moves slowly up and down my back, steady and comforting. “It’s okay, baby,” he murmurs against my hair. “I’ve got you.”I squeeze my eyes shut, my body shaking. No, you don’t. You don’t know. If you did, you wouldn’t be holding me like this.Landon’s fingers press lightly against the back of my neck, grounding me. “You can tell me anything, Ty,” he whispers. “You know that.”I do. But knowing it and believing it are two different things.I squeeze my hands into his hoodie, struggling to get my breathing under control. My voice is barely above a whisper when I finally speak. “What would you do if you found out someone you love has a secret?”L

The realization sets in fast—he might be slow, but he’s not stupid.He starts shaking his head, tugging at the restraints. “Hey, hey—look, I don’t know what the kid told you—”“Everything.” His mouth snaps shut and I hold his gaze. “I know exactly what you did to him.”He swallows thickly, his skin paling under the dim light. “Listen, Tyler—”My fist meets his cheek before I can even think about it, and his head snaps to the side, a strangled grunt leaving his throat. Before he can recover, I grab his jaw, forcing him to look at me.“You don’t get to talk,” I tell him, my voice still calm, still steady, but carrying a weight that makes his breathing stutter. “You don’t get to say his fucking name.”I listen as his heartbeat spikes. I can smell his fear now, finally cutting through the stench of liquor, and I lean in slightly, my grip on his jaw tightening. “You know what the funny thing is?” I murmur. “I’m not even angry.”He blinks at me, his lips parting slightly, like he was expect

The second time I wake up, I feel warm. Safe. Sore.Landon’s body is pressed against mine, solid and steady; his arm heavy around my waist like he has no intention of letting me go. His scent—strong, rich, Alpha—fills my lungs, steady and familiar. I sigh, stretching lazily, my body aching in the best possible way. A deep, satisfied groan slips out as I roll onto my stomach, burying my face into the pillow, smiling against the fabric.A low, sleepy hum rumbles from him, and then his lips press against the top of my head. “Morning, baby.” His voice is rough with sleep, deep and possessive, and it sends a lazy shiver down my spine. “How are you feeling?”I hum and turn onto my side so I can look up at him. His blue eyes are clear now, still sharp but missing the dark, unreadable edge they had last night. He’s watching me, taking me in, his fingers tracing idle patterns over my bare hip.“Good,” I admit, stretching my arms above my head before letting them drop back down. “Really good.”

I wake up slowly, my body heavy and sore, but there’s a warmth that wraps around me like a safety net. It takes a second for the haze to clear, and when it does, I realize exactly where I am.Pressed up against Landon in the nest we built together. His arms are snug around me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, and the heat of his body is all-encompassing.My heart beats a little faster, and embarrassment washes over me. I never thought I’d be in this position—after a heat, in the arms of an Alpha, marked and claimed. But as I lay there, taking in the quiet intimacy of the moment, I know there’s no one else I would have wanted to be here with.I reach up to touch the mark on my neck. It’s tender, still raw from where Landon’s teeth sank into my skin, but the sensation of it sends a ripple of warmth through me. He’s mine now, and I’m his. That’s what this means. As much as I thought I’d hate the idea of being claimed, something about it feels right. It feels... safe.I sm