THE ALPHA I REJECTED IS MY ROOMMATE

She put the cup back on Bren's tray herself.

Didn't slam it. Didn't make a thing of it. Just picked it up off the table in front of her and set it down on his tray like she was tidying up after a child.

Then she got to her feet.

Bren was still there. Still working out what Caden's walking in meant for his morning. The grin hadn't left his face, but it had gone stiff at the corners, the kind of stiff that happens when someone's smiling because they started smiling and now they can't figure out how to stop without it meaning something.

His boys had gone quiet.

"Here's the thing," Nova said. She wasn't loud about it. Loud would've been wrong. "If you actually want a fight, you can just say that. Saves everyone time."

She looked at the milk drying on her sleeve.

"All this is a lot of work that makes you look like someone who's scared to go on the battle ground."

The grin dropped; it fell right off his face.

Bren took a step toward her, and she didn't move back. Not one inch. She stood there with her hands loose at her sides and watched him come, and something about how she was standing must've registered because he stopped before he closed the distance. His eyes went over her once, quickly, the way you look at something when you're trying to figure out if you misjudged the size of it.

"You've got some mouth on you," he said.

"You poured milk on me," she said. "At breakfast. Like a child."

The table beside them had stopped talking entirely. Someone near the back wall had turned around on their bench to watch.

Dex said something low to Calloway. Calloway didn't answer.

Bren's jaw went tight. This morning had not gone where he'd planned it, and she could see him working through that, deciding what came next, and she was genuinely curious which way he'd land when a voice came from behind her left shoulder.

"Any problem here with my roomate?"

One word. Caden's voice.

She hadn't heard him cross the room. He was just there suddenly, standing beside her table, not between her and Bren, just present in the way a wall is present. The whole hall felt it. Half the room had already looked up before he'd finished the sentence.

Bren looked at him.

Something moved across his face fast. Pride, calculation, and a decision made and then unmade and then made again differently.

"Voss." His voice went easy and smooth, the tone of someone who's practised at switching gears. "I didn't know he was with you. Honest mistake, I would've left it alone if I'd known."

Caden didn't say anything for a moment.

Then: "Save it."

That was all. No follow-up, no look that lingered. He just said it and stood there, and Bren picked up his tray, said something quiet to Dex, and the four of them walked off toward the far end of the hall without a backwards glance.

Nova turned to Caden.

"I had it."

"Yeah."

"So why'd you step in?"

He looked at her. That same slow, working-something-out look he'd been giving her since yesterday. "You floor Bren in here; today, day two, they write it up. That's your first flag before you've done one real session. Fight him in training, and nobody writes a thing." He picked up her overturned tray and put it on the rack. "Pick your ground."

Nova opened her mouth.

Closed it.

He wasn't wrong. She hated that he wasn't wrong.

"I'm not going down," she said. "Not to him. Not to anyone in here."

He looked at her for a beat.

"We'll see," he said.

Not nasty. Not a challenge. Just something he hadn't decided yet.

The ceiling speakers crackled.

All trainees to the training grounds. Now. Full gear. This is not a drill.

The hall came apart. Benches scraped back all at once, trays left where they sat, the whole room moving for the doors in that fast, instinctive way of wolves who know what immediately means when someone senior says it. The air changed. That sharp, electric thing that happens when a room full of predators all hear the same sound at the same time.

Nova was already on her feet.

Caden fell into step beside her. She hadn't asked him to.  He just matched her stride as they pushed through the doors and out into the cold morning and walked like they'd been walking together for years.

"Looks like you won't have to wait long," he said.

She said nothing back.

Her wolf had gone still in a way that had nothing to do with calm. That restless pressing thing from the dorm room was gone. What was there instead was older and quieter and she knew it well. She'd felt it seven times in her father's yard, right before the fight started, when her body had already finished deciding and was just waiting on the rest of her to catch up.

She pulled her jacket's zip up against the cold.

Whatever was on that training ground, she was ready.

Probably.