A Dorm With My Alpha Mate
“But they’re ready. They understand the play. Leo is scared, but he won’t run. Ben is angry—which is good. It will make his retreat look real.”
“It has to be perfect, Finn,” I said, my voice low. “If they buckle too soon, the jaws close on empty air. If they hold too long, they will be overrun for real.”
“They won’t fail,” he said, his eyes fierce. “They believe in the plan. They believe in you.”
His faith was a weight—but a welcome one. I saw Mira drilling a group on signal recognition, her voice crisp.
“Red flag means collapse left! Blue smoke means flank from the brew house! Your life depends on remembering this!”