The Alpha exhaled slowly, his gaze fixed on the path Elias had taken.
He didn't need to follow.
Not yet.
Not when he already owned the battlefield.
Elias was running. Pretending. Fighting so hard to convince himself that none of this was real.
And yet, with every glance, with every unguarded moment—
He was unraveling.
Bit by bit.
The Alpha could see it now, clearer than ever.
Elias wasn't just pretending to be weak.
He was forcing himself into a mold that didn't fit.
Because when he had thought no one was watching—
When instinct had taken over—
The real Elias had shown himself.
Sharp. Defiant. Dangerous.
The Alpha had seen it.
That flicker of raw power hidden beneath his fragile little act.
He licked his lips, an amused hum rolling through his chest.
So that's what you really are.
Not the delicate, breakable thing everyone else saw.
No—
Elias was something much more interesting.
And he didn't even realize how much he had already given away.
The Alpha pushed off the post, stretching lazily, as if the conversation had been nothing more than a passing amusement.
But inside?
Inside, a slow, simmering hunger curled through him.
This was so much more than he had expected.
It had started as curiosity.
As nothing more than a passing interest in a stubborn little Omega who refused to cower.
But now?
Now, he wanted to see more.
To push more.
To strip away those fragile layers of control and drag out the real Elias piece by piece.
Because for all of Elias's denials, for all his desperate attempts to resist—
The Alpha had felt it.
Last night.
That heat. That tension. That raw, unspoken hunger.
And the moment Elias had moaned in his sleep—
The Alpha had nearly lost himself.
His jaw clenched at the memory, heat flickering through his blood.
Elias had no idea how close he had been to being devoured right then and there.
And the best part?
He still thought this was a fight he could win.
The Alpha smirked, his mind already shifting to his next move.
Elias had gotten too comfortable.
Too sure that he was in control.
That would have to change.
And the Alpha?
He was more than happy to remind him who was really leading this dance.
With a slow exhale, he turned away, his steps unhurried.
He would give Elias some time.
Let him struggle. Let him pretend.
Because the next time they crossed paths—
He wouldn't let Elias run.
Not anymore.