The Bully Alpha's Fake Alpha Mate (BL) Chapter 77: THE WEIGHT OF WHAT I STARTED

ASHER

The mont the door clicked shut behind , my legs stopped working.

I didn’t decide to slide down. My body just gave, quietly and completely, the way a building gives when the last supporting wall cos down. One mont I was standing. The next I was on the floor with my back against the door and my knees pulled up and I sat there for a mont in the dark just breathing or trying to.

Then everything I’d been holding together for the past three hours ca apart at once. The sob that tore out of didn’t sound like . It was raw. It ca from sowhere below language, below thought, from whatever part of a person exists before they learn to be careful, and it ripped through my chest on its way out like it was taking sothing with it.

I pressed both hands over my mouth but didn’t help.

The next one ca anyway, and the one after that, and then I stopped trying to muffle them because there was no one to hear and I was so tired, so completely exhausted from performing composure in that room for the last hour, that I didn’t have anything left to perform with.

Tears ran down my face and dripped off my jaw and I didn’t wipe them away. The bond burned was the only word for it. It didn’t ache the way I’d expected. It didn’t feel like loss or emptiness or the quiet cold of sothing fading. It felt like fire. Like soone had reached inside my chest and wrapped their hand around the cord connecting to Reed and pulled, and the friction of it had set everything alight from the inside.

I knew it would hurt.

Everyone knew what rejecting your fated mate felt like. They said it felt like tearing your own soul in half like cutting out a part of yourself you didn’t know you needed until the mont it was gone. I had prepared for that. I had sat in my room before tonight and talked myself through it step by step, marking the pain in advance so it wouldn’t surprise .

What I had not prepared for was Reed refusing it.

My fingers curled into the floor and I pressed my forehead against my knees and tried to breathe through the shaking. He’d rejected my rejection.

I kept turning that over in my mind and every ti I did the bond flared hotter in my chest, like it was responding to the mory of his voice. Low, furious and broken in ways he’d never let himself be broken before, saying those words with the sa formal weight I’d used when I tried to end us, turning them back on like a weapon.

"I, Reed Jackson, reject your rejection."

And then the thing I hadn’t anticipated.

"I am binding this mate bond tighter than it has ever been.:

My breath hitched on another sob. I felt it the mont he said it. Felt the bond do sothing it had never done before, felt it pull taut and then settle deeper, like a knot being drawn closed, like roots pushing further into the ground. Not weakening, not unraveling just tightening.

It was stronger now than it had been before I walked into his room tonight. Stronger than it had been when the heat first hit. Stronger than anything I’d felt through it in all the months of this, and the terrifying thing, the thing that made my hands shake against the carpet, was that part of could feel exactly why.

Because he ant it.

Whatever Reed Jackson felt about , whether he could na it or not, whether he would ever be brave enough to choose it, he had ant every single word he said tonight. The threat and the claim and the fury and the thing underneath all of it that he’d been trying to bury since the beginning.

He ant it and the bond knew.

I pressed the heels of my hands against my eyes until I saw pressure-white behind my eyelids.

I had co up with a plan that yesterday when this all started I had drawn myself a map of how it was going to end and I had followed it carefully, step by step, trying to minimize the damage. Trying to control the bleeding before it got catastrophic.

Three heartbreaks. That was what I’d been trying to avoid.

The first had already happened, the day the bond snapped into place and I understood what it ant to be fated to soone who had spent months making my life a misery.

The second would co when his father’s ultimatum reached its deadline and Reed stood in front of and chose his pack, chose his title, chose the future he’d been building his entire life, and looked at the way people look at things they’re leaving behind.

The third. I pressed harder against my eyes.

The third was the one I couldn’t survive. The one where I had already fallen completely and irrevocably in love with him and then lost him anyway and had to keep existing in a world where he was still in it, still walking the sa hallways, still carrying half of the bond we’d shared, living his life and choosing soone else and being completely fine.That was the one that would finish .

So I had tried to end it early, I tried to rip it out before it could grow any deeper. Tried to be the one holding the knife instead of the one bleeding on the floor.

Except Reed had taken the knife and sohow, impossibly, that hurt more.

Another wave crested in my chest and I let it break, sat on the floor of my dark room and shook with the force of it and didn’t try to be quiet or composed or any of the things I’d been performing for months. I was already in love with him.

That was the thing I hadn’t said out loud to anyone, not even myself until tonight, lying in his arms in the warm quiet after, feeling the bond open and content and full in a way it had never been before. I had looked at the ceiling and felt his hand moving in slow circles on my stomach and understood with horrible clarity that I was not falling.

I had already fallen. Completely, stupidly and with absolutely no protection.

Every mont he’d let his guard down. Every rare unguarded second when he was sothing other than the cold, controlled Alpha everyone else got to see. The way he’d looked at tonight when he said I’ve got you like it was a promise and not just words. The way he’d kept asking to look at him, like he needed the eye contact to survive it, like he was as undone as I was and equally terrified of admitting it.

I had fallen for all of it and when the two months ended, when his father’s deadline ca and Reed stood at that crossroads and made the only choice his entire life had trained him to make, I would be standing there having given him everything, and he would walk away, and the bond would drag at us both for months before it finally faded, and I would have to live through every single second of it.

Unless I ended it first.

I lifted my head slowly from my knees.

My eyes had adjusted to the dark. The familiar shapes of my room resolved around , the desk, the wardrobe, the small window with its thin strip of campus light coming through the gap in the curtains. Ordinary and quiet and completely indifferent to the fact that I was sitting on the floor at nearly midnight coming apart at the seams.

There was one way left.

I had been circling it for weeks, picking it up and putting it back down, telling myself I wasn’t desperate enough yet. Tonight I was desperate enough.

If I told the Academy the truth, everything would end. Not slowly, not painfully stretched out over weeks of pretending but imdiately. The Headmaster would have no choice. I would be expelled, removed from the school grounds within days, and once the distance was great enough the bond would begin to weaken on its own. It would take ti. It would hurt but it would happen.

Reed would be free of .

Free of the scandal my existence represented. Free of his father’s ultimatum. Free to walk into his future without anything I carried dragging at his heels and I would be free of waiting. Free of watching him choose. Free of the slow specific torture of loving soone who was always going to leave. My hands had stopped shaking.

The decision settled into my chest like sothing heavy finding its resting place. A weak sound escaped that was almost a laugh.

"Guess that’s it then."

My voice ca out destroyed, hoarse and thin and barely mine.

"I’ll tell them who I really am."

The words sat in the dark room and didn’t disappear. They had weight. Real, irreversible weight. The kind that ca from sentences you couldn’t unsay, decisions that only moved in one direction.

The secret my mother and I had spent years building walls around. The thing she had sacrificed for. The thing we had both agreed was the only way I could have a life anywhere close to normal.

Once I said it out loud in front of the Headmaster it was gone forever.

I hugged my knees to my chest and sat with that for a long mont. The bond throbbed.

It was almost rhythmic now, like a second heartbeat, steady and warm and stubbornly alive despite everything tonight had put it through. Despite my rejection. Despite his counter. Despite both of us doing our level best to tear each other apart.

It just kept beating.

"I’d rather destroy myself now," I whispered to the empty room, to the dark and the silence and the thin strip of light under my door, "than let him destroy later."

My voice didn’t shake when I said it, that was the worst part. That it ca out steady. That so part of had made peace with it clearly enough, completely enough, that it didn’t even tremble.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the door. The wood was cool against my skull. The floor was smooth under my palms. The bond burned its steady, stubborn burn in the center of my chest.

Sowhere down the hallway, Reed was standing at his window.

I knew it without seeing it. I felt it through the bond the way you feel weather before it arrives. That particular quality of his stillness that wasn’t calm but was the thing he wore instead of calm. The grip of his hands on the windowsill. The set of his jaw. The eyes fixed on sothing outside that he wasn’t really seeing.

He was still there.

Still holding on.

Still furious and broken and refusing to let go even when letting go was the only thing that made any sense.

Sothing small and fragile and deeply, dangerously foolish moved in my chest at the thought of it.

I pressed it down hard and covered it with everything I knew to be true. His father’s words. The ultimatum. The months of cruelty before the bond. The hesitation I had watched move across his face when the choice was laid in front of him.

He hesitated. He had thought about it and that hesitation was the truest thing between us. Truer than tonight. Truer than the bond. Truer than anything his hands had said when words failed him.

I opened my eyes, the room was still dark and the decision was still there.

I wiped my face one last ti with the back of my hand and pulled in a breath that shook only slightly on its way in.

"Just a little longer," I murmured to no one.

To myself. To the bond. To the small foolish hopeful thing I was still trying to smother.

"Just a little longer and it’ll all be over."

The bond pulsed once, warm and insistent, like sothing that had heard and disagreed. I ignored it.

But in the deepest, most honest part of , in the part that had watched Reed’s eyes tonight and felt the truth of him pouring through the bond like light through a crack, sothing small and stubborn refused to go entirely quiet.

It just sat there in the dark alongside the decision.

Hoping, still, stupidly, catastrophically hoping that Reed Jackson would find a reason to prove every worst expectation I had of him completely wrong.