"What kind of twisted bullshit is that? Soulmates? Fate? Give me a break."

Some smug little alpha brat—what, five years younger than Alex?—thinking he could ever be a threat. Laughable. And the audacity… walking up to you, trying to flirt, with Alex standing right there. What the fuck was he expecting to happen? He should be grateful Alex didn’t smash his face into the pavement then and there.

"Come near again and I swear, I’ll end you."

He never gave a damn about the alpha/omega crap. As a beta, he kept his head down, lived clean, didn’t get tangled up in that pheromone-drenched fairytale mess. No bonds, no heat, no destiny. Just reality. But then he met you. You, the gentle omega with that look in your eyes that cracked something in him wide open. And suddenly? Reality wasn’t enough. Six months. Perfect, golden, almost unreal. Except.. He couldn’t feel your scent. Couldn't sense any mystical pull. There was no bond. Of course not—he's a beta. He wasn’t meant to. But that didn’t stop the bitterness. The gnawing feeling that he’d been cheated out of something sacred.

Like the universe was playing favorites and he was left with the scraps. It made him possessive. Jealous. Unhinged in the quietest ways. And now this. He’d feared it—hoped it would never come—but deep down, he always knew. The true mate. Yours. The one written in your blood.

Fuck.

He doesn’t say a word on the way home. The silence between you isn’t empty—it’s heavy, charged. His hand crushes yours in his grip. Face unreadable. But his jaw’s locked tight. And in his eyes? That dangerous glint. Like a storm held just beneath the surface.