All Chapters of Taming the Dangerous Alpha: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I stood before the tightly closed door, clutching my binder and laptop to my chest as if holding them like this might give me a little sense of security. Anyone passing by could probably tell at a glance how nervous I was. And honestly, I think I had every right to be.I’ve spent almost my entire life being friends with just one person, so I have no idea how friendships are supposed to begin. What’s too soon, what comes off as too clingy—those blurry boundaries leave me at a loss, and they torment me more than I’d like to admit.If I really understood those rules, I wouldn’t be standing in this hallway like an idiot, agonizing over whether or not to knock.Reason told me that it had been a full two weeks since Ethan first started picking me up at the library. In that time, he’d picked me up nine more times. We talked regularly, and our conversations flowed easily enough. By all accounts, that should mean we were friends, right?I shook my head at myself. I was overthinking it—really o

“So,” I said, leaning my head back against the headrest and turning to face him, “while she’s busy studying for her exams, you’ve somehow become my personal chauffeur. And, apparently, my designated drive-thru food delivery service.”I kept my tone light, deliberately casual—something between teasing and small talk.But the moment I actually looked at him, I realized Ethan had already been watching me.He hadn’t looked away. Not even for a second.“Seems that way,” he said.His blue eyes held no trace of amusement.None at all.The smile I’d half-expected never came.We stayed like that, suspended in the quiet. I couldn’t te

It had been two full weeks since Ethan found out that I already had a mate—and since I started deliberately keeping my distance from him.Two weeks since that look crossed his face.Two weeks since he decided to erase me.I hadn’t seen him once. Not in the hallway. Not in the common areas. Not even by accident.No messages. No rumors. No careless run-ins.He had wiped me cleanly out of his life—thoroughly, efficiently, like a surgeon cutting away something infected.It was almost unbelievable.We lived on the same floor. Our doors faced each other across a narrow hallway. And yet somehow, Ethan had developed a supernatural ability to disappear seconds before I stepped outside. If I opened my door, his was already closed. If I lingered in the corridor, he never came out.For a wolf, avoidance was usually impossible. Our senses made sure of that. We could smell each other’s presence, hear heartbeats through walls, feel the shift in breathing patterns.And yet he managed it.I kept repla

I couldn’t stop imagining what tonight would look like if Fitch were here.If he were standing beside me.If nothing between us had shattered.We would dance.All night, probably. Or at least until my ankles ached and my calves burned.To be precise—I would dance.Fitch would stand there like an immovable post, arms crossed or hands in his pockets, watching me spin around him with that barely-there smile tugging at his lips. The one he never realized he wore. The indulgent one.He never danced much.He just watched.Like I was the only thing worth looking at.We’d drink too

I am frustrated—no, I am far beyond frustrated.The word feels weak. Inadequate. It doesn’t even begin to capture the storm tearing through my chest.I’m exhausted. The kind of exhaustion that sinks into muscle and bone, that makes every breath feel heavier than the last. But I refuse to drown in self-pity.Not this time.The pack deserves more from me.They deserve strength. Stability. Leadership.And I should be capable of giving them that.This doesn’t mean I’m not grieving.It doesn’t mean I’m not breaking inside.It simply means that when everything collapses, there is no one else