The Omega Knotting a Stranger

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JAMES

A week of these daily chats with my mystery girl, and still, my restless feet carry me back and forth across the room as I wait for her message. I glance at my closed door—old habits die hard—before staring down at my cell phone again. Pacing helps me think, always has, but lately these conversations are the only thing that gets me moving. The phone feels warm in my hands as I read her last message again. Something about her responses makes my Alpha instincts stir—her quick wit, the way she combines chaos with humor. It’s been a long time since anyone made me feel this... alive.

My room is small, sparse, but the morning light streaming through the window makes it feel less confining than usual. A few more weeks until I’m out of here.