CHAPTER 42

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The shift was undeniable. Rumors didn't need to be whispered—they practically screamed through the hallways and lounges. No one questioned the two alphas' change in aura anymore. It was palpable, an energy that resonated wherever they went.

There was no room for secrecy, and it wasn't like they were trying. Subtlety had never been their strong suit.


They weren't the kind of couple to flaunt affection in public, the sort that drew exaggerated eye rolls or sarcastic comments. But they didn't need to. The weight of their stares, the silent understanding in the way they tracked each other's movements, spoke volumes. Their gazes didn't just meet; they lingered. A silent declaration of ownership.

It was a rare sight—two alphas so deeply entwined. They were complimented for their synergy, admired for their connection, and feared for the dominance they exuded together.


"No one even dares to flirt with you now," Jeno commented as they walked, his tone casual but tinged with satisfaction.

Harin smirked. "They can't even look at me for ten seconds."

"Good."

She cast him a sidelong glance, still in disbelief at just how territorial he could be. "Your jealousy is showing again."

"Is it jealousy," Jeno quipped, "or just the truth?"

She rolled her eyes. "The 'truth' is your ability to turn casual observations into declarations of possession."


He ignored her, his focus shifting as they entered the Home Décor department of the mall. Their cart filled quickly—foldable shoe racks, box containers, clothing racks, kitchen utensils, and a growing list of items for a shared life.


Jeno's new place was an upgrade. Luxurious, spacious, and strategically located far from the prying eyes of past flings or nosy acquaintances. Three bedrooms, high ceilings, and an open layout—it was everything they could want.

And by they, he meant Harin too.


"Do you need more mugs?" she asked, examining a set.

"Do you have mugs at my house?"

"Duh, I have plenty of mugs in my apartment."

"My house," Jeno corrected with a soft grin, "is your house."


Harin froze, the casualness of his statement catching her off guard.


"So," he continued, placing the mug she had been holding too long into the cart, "do you already have enough of your things in our house?"

"Stop teasing me," she mumbled, cheeks tinged pink.

"I'm serious," he countered, his voice gentle but firm. "You're already staying there every day. Why not make it official?"


Harin hesitated, her heart pounding.


"Think about it," Jeno added, his tone warm and patient. "It's your choice."





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