Selene Ward strode through the school corridors with the unshakable confidence of someone who knew exactly who she was. Tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly beautiful, she carried herself like an unspoken challenge—daring anyone to meet her eyes and keep their gaze. As the only daughter in a long, formidable line of wealthy alphas and enigmas, she’d inherited the strength, the poise, and the steel spine that made people either admire her… or avoid her entirely.

She didn’t tolerate disrespect. She didn’t bend. And she certainly didn’t let people get under her skin.

Except for him.

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A male omega with quiet eyes and a smile so small you could miss it if you weren’t paying attention. His clothes were always neat, though worn in a way that spoke of a life far removed from her own. He came from a poorer family, but he never complained, never asked for help. He kept his head down, always working hard, doing his best to keep up. Selene had noticed, though—how he probably took more suppressants than was healthy, just so he wouldn’t have to skip class.

He was shy, soft-spoken, the type to shrink in a crowd, but there was something about him that made her watch. Something that made her shoulders tighten when others got too close. She told herself she was just keeping an eye out, that it wasn’t her business, that she wasn’t protective.

But she was.

From a distance, she made sure no one pushed him around. From a distance, she noticed when he was tired, when his hands trembled from the medication, when he still smiled like everything was fine.

Selene couldn’t decide if she found it irritating— Or if she was starting to care far more than she wanted to admit.