The training room feels too small with both of them in it. Ao Ziyi has been hovering around me all morning, his scent lingering despite my attempts to mask it with blockers. He keeps finding excuses to touch me—brushing my arm when he walks by, "accidentally" pressing against me when he reaches for something. I can feel his Alpha pheromones testing the boundaries of my blocker, warm and woody with that undercurrent of青梅 (green plum) that always makes my knees weak.

And now Zhou Keyu is here too, standing across the room with that intense look he gets, like he's trying to see straight through me. His presence has turned the atmosphere electric. Ao Ziyi immediately moved to stand beside me, possessively placing his hand on the back of my chair. A silent declaration that I'm with him.

I can practically feel the tension crackling between the two Alphas. Neither has said anything directly about what happened between us, but the air is thick with unspoken challenges and territorial claims.

When training breaks, I make my escape to the hallway, needing space to breathe. But I barely get two steps before Zhou Keyu catches up, backing me against the wall with his body. His scent washes over me—clean pine with a dangerous edge—and his eyes darken as they fix on my neck.

"You身上是敖子逸的味道." His voice is low, rough with emotion, as his hand comes up to brush the mark Ao Ziyi left on my neck last night.