Twenty-Four Hours Later, My Betraying Alpha Crumbles Chapter 08

Twenty-Four Hours Later, My Betraying Alpha Crumbles Chapter 08

Gavin didn’t remember how he got back to his dorm.

He pushed the door open and fell into a chair. His hands shook as he pulled out his phone and dialed

Professor Grant’s number.

“Professor Grant, Savannah’s memory-”

A long sigh came through the phone.

“Gavin, her diagnosis came back.”

“It’s irreversible. She suffers from a twenty-four hour memory reset cycle.”

“She really doesn’t remember you anymore.”

Twenty-four hours. Irreversible.

The phone slipped from his numb fingers and hit the desk with a dull thud..

No. That couldn’t be right.

He had always known she forgot things. But he thought it was just→

His hands clenched into fists. His nails dug into his palms. He remembered the cold way he had

mocked her.

“If you could truly erase every part of how you feel about me, it’d make everything far less of a

hassle for everyone.”

She hadn’t said anything back then. She just looked at him, and the light in her eyes faded little by

little.

He thought it was another one of her tricks.

Now the harsh reality crashed over him like a bucket of cold water dumped straight over his head.

Irreversible. Forgotten.

He had always thought Savannah’s love was something he could count on. He’d indulgently

squander it, basking in her devotion from his arrogant pedestal.. He thought as long as he never

said yes, he would never lose.

But she hadn’t stopped loving him-she had deleted him from her world entirely, leaving no trace

behind.

Gavin squeezed his eyes shut. His throat tightened.

The pouring rain. Her soaked clothes. The stomach medicine she held against her chest like it was

precious. “Gavin, you have a sensitive stomach. I remembered this!”

The all-nighters before his competitions. The jar of blue paper stars. “I remembered you like blue.

The second she pushed him out of the way. The wind catching her jacket. The fire in her eyes-

reckless, fearless, absolute.

He had felt something for her long ago.

But everyone laughed at her. An Omega lapdog, they said. And his stupid pride told him that an Alpha admitting he loved an Omega like that would be embarrassing.

He’d hidden his panic behind icy indifference and maintained his superiority through emotional

distance.

He’d been nothing short of utterly foolish.

His eyes burned. He wiped his face roughly with his palm.

Then he shot up, grabbed his jacket, and ran.

He made it to her dorm, but the dorm residence hall attendant stopped him.

“Hey kid, who’re you looking for?”

“Savannah Miller.” His voice was hoarse, out of breath.

“Savannah? She moved out this afternoon. Transferred to South Campus.”

Moved out.

Gavin’s heart dropped. He turned and ran toward the gate. As he burst out of the building, he ran

straight into Jessica.

“Gavin, where are you going so fast?” She grabbed his arm, her face full of concern. Her Beta scent

was flat, but a calculating glint lingered in her gaze.

Gavin stared at her. He saw it immediately-the thing she was hiding.

“You knew she lost her memory, didn’t you?”

Jessica’s face went pale. Her lips trembled.

“I-I only heard about it this morning. In Professor Grant’s office.”

“Just “heard about it”? That’s all you’ve got to say?” Gavin repeated.

“Gavin, if she forgot, isn’t that a good thing? You two were never on the same wavelength. Her

constant clinging was just dead weight dragging you down the whole time.”

Gavin pried her fingers off his arm one by one. Slow. Cold.

“Jessica, cut out all these self-serving schemes you’ve been plotting.” He paused, every syllable ground out from behind clenched jaws. “I never called you out before because I didn’t care

enough.”

“But now, you better pray that missing diary has nothing to do with you.”

He pulled his arm free and ran toward the South Campus shuttle. His back looked panicked.

Jessica stood alone, her nails digging deep into her palms.

By the time Gavin reached South Campus, it was fully dark.

He saw Savannah sitting on a bench outside the Media Communications building. Warm yellow

light fell on her. She was looking down at her phone, scrolling slowly.

Kaleib stood next to her. He handed her a carton of warm milk.

Gavin stopped walking. He stood there, watching.

Then he walked toward them, his shadow stretching long across the ground in the streetlight.