Freya's pov The walk back to the alphas’ house is quiet, but it’s not the brittle, dangerous quiet I’m used to. It’s the kind that wraps around you like a blanket—thick, warm, and humming with something I’m terrified to name. Sebastian keeps his hand on the small of my back the entire time, like he’s afraid if he lets go I’ll vanish. Logan walks half a step ahead, scanning every shadow, every corner of campus like Marcus might materialize out of the dark. Zane is on my left, close enough that our knuckles brush with every swing of our arms, and every time they do, a spark shoots up my spine.I’m still wearing Freddie’s hoodie. Freddie’s jeans. Freddie’s everything. But they’re looking at me like they can already see through it all, and it makes my skin feel too tight and too bare at the same time.When we reach the house, the porch light is on. The door opens before we even hit the steps—Elena must have texted ahead. She’s standing there with Rhys and Caleb behind her, arms crossed,
Huling Na-update : 2025-11-14 Magbasa pa