The cold water did little to douse the fire simmering beneath his skin.
This was a mistake.
Allowing himself even a second of distraction—especially over something as insignificant as an Omega—was unacceptable.
He had spent years mastering control. Not just of his body, but of his thoughts, his instincts, his every reaction.
And yet—
Elias.
That name alone sent something foreign and unwelcomed rippling through him.
The Alpha braced his hands against the wall, water dripping from his hair, sliding down his skin in icy trails. His breath was steady, measured.
He would not falter.
He had been around Omegas before. Countless times. They were nothing to him—weak, forgettable, burdensome creatures who barely deserved to exist in his world.
And yet, Elias did not fit the mold.
He was not fragile in the way others were. He moved differently, spoke differently. There was something about him that didn't belong in an Omega's body.
Something Elias tried to hide.
The Alpha exhaled sharply, turning off the water. He stepped out of the washroom, ignoring the lingering tension coiled beneath his skin.
This would not happen again.
It was a momentary lapse, nothing more.
Elias was still a mystery, and mysteries had only two outcomes—
They were either solved.
Or they were eliminated.
And yet, even as he dressed, preparing to return to his duties, the thought refused to settle.
Because for the first time in his life—
He wasn't certain which option he wanted more.
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Meanwhile, in the quiet of his own room, Elias sat cross-legged on the floor, fingers absently tracing the fabric of his sleeve.
The Alpha had dismissed him easily enough. But Elias knew better.
There had been something in his gaze.
Something different.
For the first time, the Alpha had reacted.
And that was dangerous.
Elias leaned back against the wall, exhaling slowly. He had to be careful.
Because the Alpha was still watching.
Still waiting.
And if Elias wasn't careful—
He might just figure out the truth Elias had spent years trying to bury.