Elias stood still for a moment longer, forcing his breath to even out. Then, without looking back, he turned on his heel and walked away.
His body felt too hot, too aware.
It was fine. This was fine.
The Alpha was just playing games.
That was all this was.
Elias clenched his jaw as he pushed forward, slipping into the quieter halls leading toward his quarters.
The farther he got from the training grounds, the more he convinced himself of it.
The Alpha liked toying with people. That was nothing new.
It had nothing to do with last night.
It couldn't.
He had imagined it.
Even now, his body still felt too tense, his mind unwilling to let go of that brief moment, that single question.
Did you sleep well?
The way he had said it—so calm, so unreadable.
The way Elias had reacted before he could stop himself.
No.
He needed to let this go.
Whatever game the Alpha was playing, Elias wouldn't fall for it.
By the time he reached his room, he felt more in control. He closed the door behind him, exhaling slowly.
Silence.
Good.
He could think.
But as he moved toward the bed, he caught his reflection in the small mirror across the room.
His lips parted slightly.
His posture was tense, his eyes sharper than they should have been. And worse—
His skin was still flushed.
His breath still slightly uneven.
The moment he realized it, something twisted deep inside him.
Because he couldn't remember the last time anyone had done this to him.
Made him react this way.
Made him feel like this.
And that was dangerous.
Because the Alpha was dangerous.
And if Elias wasn't careful, he might not be able to pretend forever.