A Dorm With My Alpha Mate
They thought desire was a flaw, connection a weakness, love a chain.
They were wrong.
It made us whole.
It made us unstoppable.
The courtyard settled into new positions, weapons gleaming, eyes sharp. The north still burned with green smoke and distant shouts, but the true battle was here now—in the quiet spaces, in the shadows gathering just beyond sight.
I drew a slow breath, tasting pine and smoke and the sweet fire of Aria beside me.
Let them come with their silence.
Let them bring their contempt, their cold precision, their belief that love could be cut out like a disease.