Chapter 35
Vanya
By the time I reached the dorm, my legs were barely moving. My head felt stuffed with smoke and chaos and the lingering scent of a certain insufferable Alpha. The day had been a whirlwind—blackmail, kisses, warnings, threats, and that last maddening goodbye in the alley.
I was exhausted. Mentally wrecked. Emotionally confused. All I wanted was to faceplant into my pillow and sleep for twelve years.
But the moment I pushed open the door to my room, I froze.
Standing in the middle of the room, shirtless, with his back turned to me—broad, sculpted, and damp at the nape of his neck like he'd just toweled off from a shower. He turned the second I stepped in, like he sensed me, his eyes instantly locking onto mine.
And I… I completely blanked.
My breath caught in my throa
