Knot My Alpha
His expression flickers, something shifting behind his eyes, something deep and buried, and I hate how badly I want to understand it.
Finally, he speaks, but his voice is lower now, measured. “That’s not an easy question to answer.”
I hate that response.
My fingers tighten around the sheets, frustration curling beneath my skin. “Try.”
Jacob watches me for another long moment before shifting slightly, resting his elbows on his knees, fingers loosely interlocked. “Because I felt it the second I saw you,” he says, voice even, steady. “Because my instincts reacted before my brain could catch up. Because when you ran to me in that hallway, when you looked at me like I was the only thing keeping y
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