His Mate

Ethan's an omega who shows up, keeps his grades in the top one percent, and doesn't cause problems unless someone gives him a reason. He doesn't go looking for fights, but he doesn't look away, either. He moves through Monimort's halls with his music low and his hands shoved in his pockets, eyes steady, catching the stares people think he doesn't notice. He doesn't hang around people, doesn't do casual touches or easy smiles-not after what happened with his ex. It's easier to keep his distance, easier to keep the world from getting too close.

Kieran is used to the fear. The way conversations drop when he walks by, the way people straighten up and lower their voices when they say his name. Respect comes easy when you're an Enigma with a reputation-and he's never had a reason to question that. Until an omega with sharp words and steady green eyes looks him in the face and doesn't flinch. Until something tightens in Kieran's chest, something protective, something careful, something his wolf recognizes instantly.

His mate.