Reza
The Alpha floor still hums differently.
Not louder.
Not quieter.
Denser.
I feel it the moment I step into Aaron’s office, like the air itself remembers what nearly happened in the gym. The bond is quieter now, but not calm. Banked. Contained. A live current buried beneath layers of discipline and choice.
My body remembers too.
Not in a way that distracts me. But in a way that sharpens everything. My skin is still aware of where his hands were. My throat still carries the echo of where his mouth hovered without claiming. The restraint sits in my muscles like a held breath that hasn’t fully released.
Starla is steady beneath it all.
- Watchful, she murmurs. This matters. Speak clearly.
I sit on the edge of the chair across from Aaron’s desk, posture relaxed but alert. Not defe
