This was getting out of hand.
No—worse than that.
It was suffocating.
For an entire day, Alpha Dwight had been following me around like some lost, overly possessive shadow that refused to leave. Every step I took, he was there. Every turn I made, he was watching. Breathing. Existing far too close.
And all I wanted—more than anything—was space.
Freedom.
Silence.
“I swear…” I muttered under my breath, quickening my pace as we walked through the campus grounds. “If he follows me one more step…”
“Hey, Witchy girl.”
I clenched my jaw.
There it was.
His voice.
Low. Teasing. Completely unbothered by my obvious irritation.
“Are you still mad at me?” he continued, matching my stride effortlessly. “Forgive me already.”
I didn’t answer.
Didn’t even spare him a glance.
Instead, I walke
