The Alpha returned to his quarters, but the restlessness in his veins refused to settle.
He sat in his chair, his fingers tapping against the wood in a slow, measured rhythm. The fortress was silent around him, the lanterns burning low, casting flickering shadows against the stone walls.
But his thoughts were not quiet.
He should have left Elias alone after confirming what he already knew—that the Omega was not as weak as he pretended to be. That he was hiding something beneath that frail act.
And yet, the moment he had touched him…
His jaw tightened slightly, fingers stilling.
It had been subtle. A shift too small for most to notice. But the Alpha had felt it—the quiet response Elias likely hadn't meant to give away.
Not fear.
Not disgust.
Something else.
Something the Alpha had not expected.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he leaned back against his chair.
This was supposed to be about control. About unraveling the mystery Elias had woven around himself, peeling back the layers until nothing was left hidden.
And yet, for a brief moment, the Alpha had lost control.
Not in his actions. He had done nothing outside of testing Elias's reactions. But in his thoughts, in the way his body had reacted without his permission.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
He exhaled slowly, rolling his shoulders as if to shake off the weight pressing against him.
No matter.
This changed nothing.
Elias was still a puzzle. A puzzle that belonged to him to solve.
And if, in the process, the Omega learned something about himself—about the way his body betrayed him, about the way he wasn't as unaffected as he wanted to be—well.
That was just an added bonus.
A slow smirk ghosted over the Alpha's lips.
He could wait.
And when Elias finally shattered that carefully crafted illusion of his…
The Alpha would be there to catch every single piece.