Chapter 320

• “Who’s fighting?” I say, trying to brush it off with a smirk. But it feels flimsy, and I know he sees right through it.
• Days go by, and he continues to surprise me. Alec, the guy who used to ignore me for sport, now remembers my coffeeorder, holds doors open, and—most disturbingly—knows exactly how to make me laugh.
• He’s there in the mornings, always making just enough coffee for two. At night, he’ll knock on my door and casually invite me to watch whatever show he’s put on, claiming it’s just background noise for “all the alpha paperwork” he’s supposedly doing.