Zade couldn’t stop replaying the moment Xander carried him out of the infirmary, the way those sharp, commanding eyes had softened for a split second—as though the Alpha had seen something fragile behind Zade’s façade and had no idea how to handle it. Now, several hours later, Zade sat on the far side of Xander’s dorm room, hugging his knees to his chest as he watched Xander move around with a tension so quiet it felt loud.They hadn’t spoken much since the morning. Xander had simply brought him here, locked the door, and muttered something about “keeping him close.” Which, in Alpha language, usually meant something far more complicated than the words alone suggested.“You haven’t touched your food,” Xander said finally, not turning around. He stood by his desk, hands braced against it like he was holding himself up.Zade looked at the untouched tray on the nightstand. “I’m not hungry.”A muscle in Xander’s jaw twitched. “Even fake omegas need strength.”“Stop calling me fake.”Xander
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