All Chapters of SWIPE RIGHT FOR THE ALPHA : Chapter 41 - Chapter 47

JENNA After Aria left, the classroom felt like it had been split open—like someone had taken the air, wrung it out, and left the rest of us drowning in whatever tension she dropped behind. The door had barely clicked shut before Miss Morrigan’s voice sliced through the whispers. “Silence. All of you.” Instant. Cold. Final. The room froze, but my heart didn’t. It hammered so hard I could feel it in my throat. My eyes stayed glued to that door, half-expecting Aria to stumble back in, pale, shaky, muttering that she was fine. Except she didn’t. She didn’t come back. I lifted my hand, pushing past the lump in my chest. “Miss Morrigan—can I—” “No, Jenna. Sit.” Just like that. No hesitation. No space for discussion. I let my hand fall slowly, my fingers curling into my palm. Frustration burned hot under my skin, but the worry… the worry was worse. It felt like something was squeezing my lungs, making it hard to breathe. Aria never walked out of class like that. Not without a reaso

ADRIANI headed to the staff office to meet the history teacher after speaking with Aria, my steps feeling heavier with every step down the hallway. My chest felt tight, like someone had wrapped an invisible band around it. I kept replaying the test results in my head. Forty-eight percent. Forty-eight. That single number had been burned into my mind all day, a reminder that no matter how much I tried, it still wasn’t enough.As I stepped into the office, I immediately saw Mr. Harper, completely absorbed in a book. He didn’t even glance up as I walked past the other staff members. I forced myself to take a deep breath and greeted everyone anyway, my voice barely steady. “Good afternoon,” I said, the words sounding hollow even to my own ears.I made my way toward his desk, trying to look confident even though inside I felt a storm of anxiety. “Sir… you asked for—” I began, and he raised his head slowly, fixing me with a sharp, assessing look. The way his eyes narrowed made my stomach tw

CASSIE “I’m tired,” I snapped, my bag digging painfully into my shoulder as we walked toward the parking lot after school. My feet ached, my head throbbed, and the noise around us felt louder than usual. “I’m tired of having to fight for Adrian. What haven’t I done to make him love me?” The words came out harsher than I intended, but I didn’t take them back. I was past caring how I sounded. Vanessa slowed her steps beside me and glanced over, her face careful, like she was choosing each word before letting it out. “Maybe he just needs time, you know,” she said gently. “Some people don’t open up fast.” I stopped walking. “Really?” I asked, turning to face her. “You actually think so?” She hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. I mean… you’ve done a lot for him. Maybe he just doesn’t know how to show it yet.” I stared at her, searching her face for doubt, for pity, for anything that would tell me she didn’t fully believe what she was saying. Vanessa always tried to be positive. Some