Zarek POV
Saturday mornings were supposed to be easy. Sleep in, maybe spar, maybe flirt with some bored omega who liked my smirk and sharper tongue. But instead, here I was staring at the ceiling of my dorm room, chewing on the inside of my cheek, the echo of her name rolling in my head like a stubborn chant.
Zara.
The school had made it clear—no visits, no exceptions. She was restrained from classes, from social gatherings, from everything. Everyone treated her like some dangerous bomb that might go off any second, and maybe they weren’t completely wrong. But still… she was my fiancée. Did they really expect me to sit back, twiddle my thumbs, and wait for news scraps like the rest of the gawking students?
Yeah. Right.
I swung off my bed, grabbed a hoodie, and muttered to myself, “The
