Amias doesn't even realize he's halfway out of his seat until Morgan's hand clamps down on his arm, shaking his head. Her warning is clear: don't you dare move. She's not yours to save, but ours.
Amias wants to yank his hand off, but he doesn't plan on revealing his interest in Heidi just yet, so he stays put, muscles thrumming with the restraint of a predator forced back into its cage. But inside… inside is chaos for him.
How could she—what was that? Why didn't she?..
He can't finish a single thought because none of them make sense.
The teachers call her to the omegas' lineup. He feels his throat close around the word. Omega. They're labeling her. Condemning her. His mate. He is just planning on training her to his taste and claim her after she's proved herself, but now… now, his goal seems like a distant dream.
Fuck! Now, what does he do with this ache he feels for her? This longing—this burning desire?
