For fuck’s sake.
Two pale circles were already blooming on the front of my hoodie. The fabric clung to my chest, warm and damp, giving off a faint sweetness. Embarrassment curled under my skin.
Already? I never produced so quickly after feeding.
Panic swelled up like a wave.
“I—I have to go,” I stammered, stepping past him as the train pulled into the next station.
The doors hissed open. I darted out, holding my book bag up to shield my chest, heart thudding, face burning.
Stupid,stupidbody. Why now? Why not five minutes later?
I barely made it two steps before a hand touched my elbow.
I flinched and turned.
It was the man from the seat. The one I’d landed on. The huge alpha.
Up close, he was even more intimidating. Tall and thick-built, towering over me like a wall of calm. His dark hair was buzzed close on the sides, his eyes a deep, unreadable brown. A faint scar curved over the edge of his jaw, and he smelled like the woods at night.
He didn’t leer. Didn’t judge. Just… looked at me.
He shrugged off his coat and held it out.
“Here,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Accidents happen.”
I stared at him.
At the coat.
Back at him.
I reached for it with shaking fingers. “Th-thank you.”
He didn’t say anything else.
Just gave me one last glance and walked away.
I stood there on the platform, his coat wrapped awkwardly around me, my chest damp and aching, and for some reason…
I wanted to cry.
3
SETH
The train smelled like metal, too many bodies, and disappointment.
Again.
I’d been riding this damn line all week. Same time, same train car, hoping to see him again. The omega. The one who’d fallen into my lap like a fever dream and run off smelling like heartbreak and sweet cream.
But no luck.
Just stale air, bad coffee, and the endless rustle of city movement.
I leaned against the partition at the back of the car, arms folded, breathing through my mouth to avoid the worst of the stench. I should’ve given up by now. Told myself it was a one time thing. A mistake. A body brushing mine and nothing more.