Elias forced himself to walk, to keep moving, to push past the suffocating weight of the Alpha's words.
"Are you sure it was just a dream?"
He hated that question.
Hated how it echoed in his mind, how it clung to him, how it made his stomach twist in ways he refused to acknowledge.
It was a dream.
It had to be.
Because if it wasn't—
No.
No, he wouldn't think about it.
Wouldn't let it shake him.
Wouldn't let the Alpha win.
Not when this was just another one of his games.
Just another way to pick Elias apart.
And yet—
His body still remembered.
The weight of that gaze. The heat beneath his skin. The way his breath had caught—
Elias clenched his fists.
He needed to focus.
To push forward.
To forget.
But then—
"Running away already?"
Elias stilled.
He turned slowly, too slowly, because he knew who it was before he even looked.
And there he stood.
The Alpha.
Leaning against the wall with that same damn smirk, arms crossed, eyes glinting with amusement—with satisfaction.
Like he knew exactly what Elias had been thinking.
Like he knew exactly what he was running from.
Elias forced his expression blank.
"I'm not running."
The Alpha hummed.
"No?"
There was something lazy in his tone, something infuriatingly confident.
"Because it certainly looks like you are."
Elias didn't flinch.
Didn't move.
Didn't react.
But the Alpha did.
Stepping closer.
Not fast.
Not aggressive.
Just—close.
Too close.
"Tell me, little one," the Alpha murmured, tilting his head, his voice so damn smooth. "What exactly did you dream about?"
Elias hated the way his pulse spiked.
Hated the heat that crept up his neck.
Hated that the Alpha was watching him too closely.
Waiting.
Knowing.
"Nothing."
It was a lie.
They both knew it.
And the Alpha?
He only smirked.
"Is that so?"
Another step.
Another breath.
Another moment where Elias felt his control slip.
The Alpha lifted a hand—
And Elias stiffened.
But the touch never came.
Just the ghost of it.
Close.
So close.
The Alpha leaned in, his breath warm against Elias's skin, his voice dropping to a whisper—
"Because you look like a man who dreamt of something very, very real."
Elias's breath hitched.
The Alpha heard it.
Felt it.
And laughed.
Low. Dark.
Knowing.
Elias had to get out of here.
Had to move.
Had to—
"What a shame," the Alpha murmured. "I would've loved to hear the details."
Elias shoved past him before he could stop himself.
Didn't look back.
Didn't slow down.
Didn't breathe.
Because he was running.
And the Alpha knew it.
Knew he had won again.
And worst of all—
So did Elias.
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The Alpha watched him go, his smirk lingering.
Oh, Elias was crumbling.
And the Alpha?
He had never enjoyed a game more.
He licked his lips, his eyes glinting.
This was just the beginning.
Elias would break soon.
And when he did—
The Alpha would make sure he never forgot who made him fall.