Chapter 1
Just as I was dozing off, a wave of pressure crashed over me.
A low, strangled gasp followed—tight, like he was trying to hold it in.
I rolled over, ready to ignore it.
A second later I tugged the curtain aside and peeked through the gap at the opposite bed.
Konnor, my alpha roommate, was sitting there, head bowed.
His profile looked carved from stone.
I could just make out the veins bulging along his forearms—pure strain.
Rut had hit, and it was hitting hard: pain, temper, everything raw.
The room had to be swimming in that brutal, restless Pheromone of his.
Me, a beta, I couldn’t smell a thing, yet the hairs on my neck still stood up.
Is this what a top-tier Alpha feels like?
I exhaled, sat up, and pushed the curtain wider. My voice came out soft.
“Konnor.”
“Hm?”
In the dim light he lifted his head and locked onto me, gaze sharp as a wolf in the dark.
I kept my cool—kind of.
“D-do you want me to call the dorm office?”
“No.”
A pause. “Walk me to the clinic. I’m out of suppressants.”
I nodded fast.
“Sure.”
I hopped down, shoved on shoes, flicked the light on, and reached to steady him.
He shifted away, face blank.
“I’ve got it.”
“Oh, right.”
I pulled my hand back and hovered awkwardly.
Then, out of nowhere, he asked,
“Sorry—what’s your name?”
“…”
Great. A whole month and he still didn’t know.
Story of every beta’s life.
“I’m Matthew.”
