Leonhardt's mind drifted back to when he was still in the training room, watching in awe at what Kael had done. He had been amazed and immersed in the joy on Kael's face. He had wanted to keep looking at him, without a care in the world but he couldn't.
He couldn't show him that ever since he kissed him at the club, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about him. He couldn't tell him that he couldn't stop thinking about why Kael had to be an Alpha and not a rank lower.
Leonhardt ran his hand over his head as his mind wandered back to when he left the training room, entered the lecture hall, and didn't see Kael. He had felt annoyed and unhappy, knowing he wouldn't be able to see his face again until the next day. So, he used his Alpha's enhanced senses to track where he might be. That was when he faintly heard his name, spoken by a voice he knew all too well. Something had happened. He knew it in his gut: the one he longed to see smile had been broken.
