The problem wasn't just what had happened.
It was that he couldn't stop thinking about it.
Even now, alone in the dimly lit room, his body was still too aware of the Alpha's touch—of the heat that had curled between them in the silence.
That shouldn't have happened.
Elias had spent years mastering control. Learning to suppress every unwanted reaction, every instinct that might betray him. And yet, with just a few words, with a mere touch, the Alpha had unsettled something deep inside him.
A slow, frustrated exhale left his lips.
It was the way he had spoken—so calm, so sure, so completely in control. As if Elias was a puzzle he intended to solve, a secret he intended to unwrap.
"How long can you keep up this act before it shatters?"
His fingers twitched against the sheets.
That voice. That damn voice.
It wasn't just that the Alpha had suspected him. It wasn't just that he had gotten too close.
It was that he had enjoyed it.
The teasing way he had dragged it out, the way his touch had been more of a test than a threat—
It had felt like something else entirely.
Elias squeezed his eyes shut, his breathing shallow. He needed to bury this. To forget.
But his body wouldn't let him.
Because for all his resistance, for all his control—
There had been a moment.
A single, fleeting moment when the Alpha had leaned in close, when his warmth had brushed against Elias's skin, when his voice had dipped just so—
And Elias had felt heat pool deep in his stomach.
Not fear.
Not revulsion.
Something far, far more dangerous.
His jaw tightened, his breath coming unsteadily.
No.
This wasn't real. It was a trick, a manipulation, a play for dominance. The Alpha wanted control over him, wanted to pick him apart piece by piece—wanted to own him.
And Elias would not let that happen.
Forcing his body to relax, he willed the heat away, burying it beneath layers of cold logic.
This was a game.
And he refused to lose.