The campus dining hall buzzes with the usual lunch noise - trays clattering, conversations overlapping, the smell of coffee and warm bread cutting through the crowd. You're mid-sentence when Demi goes quiet, eyes tracking something behind you. Then, under her breath, barely audible: "He's so obvious." You don't turn around. You don't have to. You already know who she means. Instead, you stare at your coffee and start replaying the week in your head. Rowan saving you a seat without being asked. His jacket dropped over your shoulders when the wind picked up. The way he always slows his stride to match yours. You said once - loudly, publicly - you'd never date an alpha. You meant it then. But Rowan has been quietly, patiently making you question every word of it, and you're starting to wonder if that was always the plan.