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Ronan’s POVFor a moment, Elias didn’t speak.He just stood there, breathing too fast, gripping the counter behind him like it was the only thing anchoring him to the floor. The fluorescent lights flickered again, throwing sharp shadows across his face.When he finally opened his eyes, they looked… defeated.Not weak, Elias was never weak but resigned. Cornered. Like a man who’d been hiding underwater for years and finally reached the point where he couldn’t keep drowning for the sake of survival.“I shouldn’t be telling you this,” he whispered.“But you will,” I replied, quieter, steady. “Because you’re past your limit.”He laughed, a tired, broken sound.“You think this is about limits?”“It is,” I said. “You’re fighting your own biology bare-handed. No one survives that forever.”His jaw tightened. “I don’t plan to.”Something cold slid down my spine.Before I could react, Elias continued, voice barely above breath:“The suppressants weren’t meant to be used this long.”My fingers

Ronan’s POVElias walked beside me like a shadow that had been shaken loose.His posture was too rigid, his breathing too shallow, his eyes too focused on nothing. Every instinct I had; Alpha, tactical, human was screaming that he was minutes away from shutting down.Not collapsing, Shutting down.A controlled implosion disguised as composure.He followed my pace, silent, and careful. But his shoulders kept twitching like every sound in the hallway was a threat. His collar was dark again, but the memory of that faint glow hadn’t left my mind.He could have been exposed today. Easily. One more second, one more spike, one slip…I didn’t let myself finish the thought.We reached the residential wing. Students moved past us, sweaty from drills, laughing, grumbling about tests. None of them noticed Elias.That was the danger.A crack always goes unseen until it splits open.When we reached my door, I unlocked it without looking back.“Inside,” I said quietly.He hesitated for half a second

Elias’s POVThe walk back to Ronan’s quarters felt longer than the entire endurance trial.My legs were unsteady, my pulse too loud in my ears, and the hallways seemed sharper than usual. It was too bright, too exposed. Every sound echoed. Every breath scraped.Suppressant crashes always hurt.But this was something else.My collar throbbed against my skin, a dull burn that pulsed in time with my heartbeat. My scent wanted to push through it; thick, frantic, unstable and every inhale was a battle not to let anything slip.Ronan said nothing as he guided me.Not speaking wasn’t silence. With him, it was calculation.He was reading my breaths, my steps, the uneven drag of my shoulder.Watching for the second I tipped from struggling to sinking.When the door slid shut behind us, the tension eased just enough for me to breathe without shaking.Barely.Ronan stood in front of me, jaw tight, eyes darker than usual. His aura pressed heavily in the air; not aggressively, but firmly, delibera

Elias’s POVThe hallway felt too open and too suffocating at the same time.My back was pressed against the cold wall, but the heat raging under my skin made it feel like nothing. My collar vibrated again, short, sharp pulses burning the base of my neck. I bit down a sound, fingers curling into fists so tight my nails nearly pierced my palms.Ronan stood in front of me like a barricade.Broad shoulders blocking out the harsh lights.Aura pushing outward, forming a dome of pressure around us.A shield, A warning, A claim.Vale’s steps echoed slowly, deliberately, as he approached. Each one made my pulse spike harder, my scent glands throb with panic. If even a thread slipped through Ronan’s aura, if even a hint of Omega leaked, this would be over.Everything would be over.Vale stopped two meters away, hands clasped behind his back, face perfectly neutral. Neutrality, for Vale, was more dangerous than anger.His eyes slid over Ronan’s posture, the tension in his jaw, the way he stood

Elias’s POVRonan’s room was dim and quiet in a way that felt unreal.The hallway outside had been cold, bright, sharp with tension. But the moment the door sealed behind us, everything shifted.The air changed first. It was dense, warm, and private. A hum of active shielding vibrated faintly through the walls, like a heartbeat.And Ronan…He didn’t move at first.He stood by the door as it locked, shoulders rising and falling with slow, controlled breaths. His aura tightened inward, then spread out again carefully, deliberately resetting the room, covering the space like a second set of walls.Only then did he turn to me.“You can sit,” he said softly. “Bed or chair…whichever feels better.”I didn’t answer.My legs were shaking too much to move. My collar throbbed, every pulse crawling down my spine like a warning.Ronan noticed in an instant.“Alright,” he murmured, stepping closer. “Come here.”He reached for my arm slowly, giving me a chance to pull away. I didn’t.When his hand wr