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MyronThe moment I walked away from that courtyard, I knew I was seconds from losing control.Every step felt heavier, every breath hotter, until I couldn’t even see straight. The image of her — my Nalini — with his hands on her, his mouth on hers, was burned behind my eyes like a brand. The sound of her voice telling me he didn’t hurt her… that hurt worse than any wound I’d ever taken in battle.By the time I reached my car, I wasn’t thinking. I just needed to move — fast. Needed to outrun the burn in my chest before my wolf tore free and ruined everything.The engine roared to life, tires screeching against the pavement as I sped down the back road that cut through the edge of the woods. Wind whipped through the open window, but it did nothing to cool the fire in me. My hands clenched around the wheel so tight my knuckles whitened.How could she—No. I wasn’t going to think about it.Except I couldn’t stop. Every memory of her — every stolen glance, every word, every damn heartbeat

Timothy Morning sunlight streamed through my curtains, spilling gold across my room like a quiet promise. For the first time in days, I didn’t wake up angry.I woke up hopeful.The bitterness that had burned through me last night had faded, leaving behind something steadier — something I could work with.Maybe it was stupid, maybe Lucia’s words should’ve stuck harder, but they didn’t. Because deep down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that Nalini and I were meant to be something real. Something that didn’t just fade because of one bad night.She was confused. Torn, maybe. But she wasn’t gone — not yet.I sat up, rubbing a hand over my face, replaying her last look before she left me standing on that road. There had been guilt in her eyes, yes, but also… something else. Something raw and unfinished.That was enough for me.I wasn’t going to let Myron win. Not when I knew what we could have if she just saw me for what I truly was.By the time I got dressed, my pulse was already racing wit

Timothy I’d been waiting for over an hour. The sun had already begun to dip behind the trees, staining the glass panes of the greenhouse gold. I’d gone all out — fairy lights, a small table I’d borrowed from the art department, even her favorite snacks from the cafeteria. Every little thing was supposed to remind her that I paid attention. That I cared. But the seat across from me was still empty. I checked my phone again — no messages, no calls. Just silence. I tried to stay calm, to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she got held up. Maybe class ran late, or Selene was overworking the omegas again. But deep down, I knew it wasn’t that. Because the bond between us — weak as it might’ve been — told me something else. That she wasn’t coming. And worse… that she wasn’t alone. I leaned back against the bench, dragging a hand through my hair. Frustration simmered beneath my skin, hot and tight. I’d told myself I wouldn’t let jealousy win, that I’d be different from e

Nalini By the time I reached campus, my nerves were a tangled mess. The ride with Myron had left me flushed and dizzy, and though the wind had long stopped blowing through my hair, the chaos inside me hadn’t calmed. Every time I blinked, I saw Timothy’s face — the look in his eyes before he turned away this morning. That quiet hurt. That disappointment. It clung to me like a shadow.I barely heard my classmates greeting me as I walked down the hallway. Their voices were distant, swallowed by the thundering in my chest. All I could think of was finding Timothy. Fixing things. Explaining.I wasn’t even sure what I was going to say — or if any of it would make sense — but I couldn’t bear knowing he was angry.It took me two classes and one painfully awkward conversation with Lucia — who seemed to know everything without me saying a word — before I spotted him outside the library. He was sitting on one of the stone benches under the shade of an old oak, headphones in, sketching something

Nalini Everything felt wrong the moment I stepped into the classroom.The air seemed too thin, the lights too bright, every sound too sharp. Maxine gave me a worried look as I lowered myself into the seat beside her, but I had already run out of explanations days ago. Saying I’m fine would have been pointless.I wasn’t fine.I hadn’t been fine for a long while.I placed my notebook on the desk, but my fingers trembled too much to uncap my pen. My wolf whimpered softly inside me, a faint wounded sound, like she was curled up and trying to disappear. I pressed my hand lightly to my chest, rubbing small circles above my heart. It did nothing. The ache was too deep, too constant.The bond was weakening.Timothy hadn’t spoken to me in days. Hadn’t even looked in my direction. Every time he ignored me, something inside me dimmed, as if a small thread of the bond snapped loose and floated away. My wolf felt it more than I did—felt his withdrawal like someone slowly shutting off her air.My