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Skye.

Yup, I remembered his name all right.

He was heading toward the building.

The alpha had that effortless charm, looking like a total heartthrob. His hair always had that ‘just ran my fingers through it’ look, but it was actually part of a perfectly crafted style. A few strands would fall casually over his forehead like it was no big deal. And then there was his physique. I’m not gonna lie,I caught a couple of moments when his T-shirt rode up as he threw on his leather jacket, showing off his perfect abs.

And his attitude toward omegas! I’ve seen a few of them try to hit on him, but he’d just respond without even looking, his bright turquoise eyes always a little distant. I could imagine how frustrating that must’ve been for the other students. The only alpha in our year, and not just some nerd, but seriously hot, like a model straight off a runway. Yet, he just ignored them all.

And I ignored him. Yep, I did. That’s just how it had to be.

But today something was off. His gaze was different, colder, more indifferent. I think I finally convinced him that it wasn’t going to work with me.

I felt a mixture of relief and disappointment as he walked up the stairs without looking my way.

Great. So, I won. I guess.

I took in his tall figure as he passed me and Don, yeah, he was definitely well-built. I’d seen him a couple of times going to the gym with Archer and Gabe, he was obviously keeping his body in shape.

Jeez, what was going on with me?

I haven’t been this all over the place in ages. Damn alpha—he threw me off balance. I even turned down May and Ed’s invites since the semester started, too distracted to focus. No, this couldn’t go on. So, I stepped away from a confused Don and followed the other students into the lecture hall, walking a few feet behind the alpha.

He had a lovely silhouette. Narrow hips, broad shoulders, and that hair—dark auburn, when the sun hit it, you could see those deep, intense red highlights in his seemingly effortlessly styled hair.

And his eyes—they were the color of the southern seas. I could drown in them.

Fuck, why couldn’t I stop? I quickly scolded myself for such nonsense.

He sat in the corner of the room, not looking at me, and that was good, I trained him well.

Consciously, I moved to a seat where I could watch if he even glanced at me. I just had to know.

But no, he was focused on his notes. Intently.

The first half of the lecture I spent staring at him, making sure he wasn’t watching me. The way he was running his fingers through his hair was seriously throwing me off balance. I wish I could draw—I would then draw his perfect jawline; it was made to be immortalized on paper.

Until almost the end of the lecture, I couldn’t control myself, and kept glancing in his direction, though I was careful not to get caught because he might start imagining things. But my alertness was unnecessary—he was way too engrossed in his notebook.

So unhindered, I continued to observe how ridiculously handsome he was, and hate it so much—because it was just too annoying. Why would anyone have such perfect features? Who needed such beautiful lips and cheekbones? He could be an actor, probably, what a waste he wanted to be a programmer.

I noticed some other omegas were checking him out discreetly, and even some betas were sneaking glances. Idiots. They probably jerked off to his mental image on a regular basis. I made sure to kill them with my glares whenever any of them skimmed their gazes over me.

Bang, bang, bang, you’re dead! And you’re dead too!

Sean told me what he heard from Alvin—that Skye’s father was some musician from an old boy band. Of course, I looked him up online—Aiden Nolan, quite a hunk. This kid inherited everything from his father; you rarely see such regular and symmetrical facial features.

What was also very disturbing was his vague resemblance to Anton. Yeah, Anton was a looker, always catching glances from omegas wherever he went. Super annoying. Skye had the same aura about him, and their faces were kind of similar—striking and manly.

For God’s sake, I’d gone completely stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

I couldn’t let this idiocy continue. I lowered my head, and every time I felt the urge to look at him, I painfully pinched my forearm. However, since I only started doing it five minutes before the lecture ended, it didn’t matter anyway. But still—my forearm hurt so much after this.

SKYE

The following week, I kept my distance from Soren, avoiding his gaze, sitting as far away as I could, even on the opposite side of the room. It all didn't make sense anymore. Why should I be begging for his attention?

He didn't want me. I accepted that. I wasn’t going to be a creep, as he called me before.

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