The windows are covered. The place is locked up tight. She’s done everything she can to keep us out.
I glance at Blaise and Dane. They’re both tense, but I see it in their eyes – the same thing I’m feeling. Thatpull. She’s ours, and we can’t just walk away from that.
“I don’t know about you guys,” I say, my voice low, “but this doesn’t feel right. She’s pushing us away harder than I expected.”
Dane’s face softens slightly, his gaze flicking back toward the house. “She’s scared, Xar. She doesn’t understand what’s happening. She doesn’t even know what she is to us.”
“I know.” Frustration curls in my gut. “But she’s ours. Ifeelit. I wasn’t sure before but now Iknowit. I’m certain. We can’t leave her like this.”
I know I’m not making sense. I know I’m not being rational. But this isn’t about logic anymore.
It’s abouther.
“We need to be patient,” Dane says, his voice steady but firm. “She’s not going to come around overnight. If it’s true and she is meant to be ours, we need to court her, show her we’re not just going to force our way into her life.”
I grind my teeth. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. It’s like she’s daring us to give up.”
Blaise steps forward, his jaw tight with conviction. “She doesn’t want us here. But we’re not leaving. Not without a fight.”
The words settle between us.
Blaise doesn’t hesitate. He steps forward and hammers on the door. He grabs the handle, jiggling it before throwing his shoulder into the door. To our surprise, it swings open.
“Eviana!” His voice is thick with something primal, demanding.
No answer.
Blaise storms inside first, growling low, his alpha energy spilling into the space like a burst of raw power. I stand there, frozen for a second, feeling the shift in the air.
This isn’t a negotiation anymore.
It’s about to get intense.
Dane sighs, muttering under his breath, but he doesn’t stop Blaise. Neither of us do. We’re already too deep in this, too committed to walk away.
I step inside next, and the second I do, a sharp wave of discomfort crashes over me.
The house iswrong.
Not just old. Not just run-down. But wrong for an omega.
The air is thick, stale and unmoving. Cold seeps through the wooden floorboards, a kind of deep, lingering chill that has no business surrounding someone like her.
I glance around the dimly lit hallway, my eyes adjusting to the space.
The furniture is old and mismatched like it was salvaged from different decades. A threadbare rug stretches down the hall, and the wallpaper is peeling at the edges.
The place looks like it hasn’t been cared for in years.
Something tightens in my chest.
This isn’t a home. It’s a prison.
And she’s been living like this?
A low growl rumbles through me before I can stop it.
Blaise’s boots echo against the floorboards as he moves deeper inside. “Eviana!” He calls again. “Come out! We’re not leaving until we talk!”