I step out of the car, and the door closes behind me with a solid thunk, swallowed almost immediately by the vastness of the morning.
The air hits my face—still cold, carrying the ghost of last night's rain, that clean, washed scent that makes the world feel newly made and somehow indifferent.
I don't look back. I just keep walking, putting distance between myself and the car, between myself and Sum's endless chatter.
He's lost his mind. Fantasies. Delusions. Nothing but air between his ears today.
Behind me, Sum scrambles out of the driver's seat, the door shutting with a heavier thud—less grace, more urgency.
"Ellis—wait for me!"
I keep walking. Shoes against pavement. Steady. Unhurried.
He's just making my mood worse.
It's impossible. There's no trait stronger than an SS-Class Alpha.
And the idea of someone impregnating an Alpha? My stomach turns at the thought. Disgusting.
