Naomi’s pov:
The psych building doors swung shut behind Jax, his lingering smile and overly familiar gaze leaving a lingering discomfort in my chest, like an itch I couldn't scratch. I stood there for a moment, the winter wind whipping through the quad, carrying flurries that dusted my coat. His compliments had piled on too thick, too fast, green eyes, golden-brown hair, like he was cataloging me rather than conversing. And that coffee invite? It felt less like a casual ask and more like a hook, baited with charm that didn't sit right.
My omega instincts, honed by years of caution and amplified by the pregnancy, screamed to keep distance. Elias would flip if he knew a stranger had approached me like that; the bond already hummed with a faint undercurrent of protectiveness, as if he
