#alpha!reader

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The moment you reunite with your group, Epel is screaming bloody, you were sure his lungs must be begging for relieve “DUMBASS CITY FOLK, YER THINKIN’ AM DATIN’THE PREFECT ONLY ‘CAUSE A LOOK LIKE THIS.” 

“Eh? At least you're first, dude, they didn't even let us compete.” Ace complained, solemnly looking at his number of votes. 

“We're dead.” Deuce murmured in the distance, hand coming to his neck, almost like he feared his head would jump out of his body at any moment. Jack wasn't that far from him, looking more annoyed than ever as he looked at his phone, most likely also seeing the poll, and shaking his head.

“NRC students truly are superficial, I can't believe they created this rumour out of prejudice of friendship between omegas and alphas.” 

“This is unbelievable!” Sebek proclaimed loudly, you sat back, knowing the emotional wreck your newest friend must be right now, “Me, last? I'm clearly a better option than all of you! No, forget that! I would never date the Prefect when my lord-” then Ace shoulder bumped him, stopping the discourse. 

Ah, Sebek didn't know what to be offended about, either people thinking he would date you, or because he wasn't placed higher in the list.

“Would you guys like to know the exact number of votes each of you received?” Ortho asked with a malicious look, the situation entertaining the young Shroud more than anything else, “I must say I'm impressed, Ace and Deuce are perfectly tied.” This received a unanimous "shut up!”

Oh well, you shrugged, just your friends being your friends.

– 

At Heartslabyul, all students were walking on eggshells. Everything was quieter than usual, as if expecting doom to befall the dorm. 

Not far away from the dorm, Trey and Cater were rushing to find their dorm leader. They were counting on their luck, Riddle barely uses his phone, never having any use to the group chat when he received any announcements directly from the headmage himself. 

But this time, they weren't lucky enough, someone got to Riddle first. 

“Housewarden Rosehearts, is it Ace or Deuce being courted by the prefect?” 

Riddle explodes.

– 

When classes ended that day, and students returned to their dorms, heads began to roll.

“HOUSEWARDEN, PLEASE LISTEN TO US, IT WAS NOT OUR FAULT!” 

Ace and Deuce begged for mercy, but Riddle barely listened to them. He was red with anger, protruding veins on his forehead, a perfect image of a Queen descending to the common folk seeking revenge.

“Rule 63, those who anger the Queen must run through a maze with card soldiers in pursuit.” His voice was rough and resolute, not giving a single chance for opposition. 

In a single second, both omegas were collared and hunted down through the maze.

–

When Epel arrived at Pomefiore, he felt like he was walking in a horror movie scene. No students were in sight and the lights were off, making him wonder if he was missing any event. When he reached the main room, his housewarden was the only one present.

Vil sat on his throne, face only illuminated by the faint light coming through the window, eyes sharp like an eagle. 

“Epel,” he began, voice clipped, “how could you mess this up?” 

“Housewarden, please, don't believe the rumours.” Epel made sure to be extra formal, not wanting to anger the Queen more than he already had, fearing for the punishment that awaits him.

His queen never took lightly for people stealing what he deemed his. 

“As if I would, I only wonder who was the source of it.” 

– 

Jack was not in the mood to return to Savannaclaw. If there was something he knew about his dorm leader, it is how possessive he can be, as well as how he takes offense when someone directly challenges him for his spot.

As it seemed, Leona was not in the mood to leave his room, and Jack celebrated this small victory, not wanting to face Leona when the alpha he wanted was the talk of the school, worst of all, when Jack was one of the suspects himself.

As such, he couldn't avoid Leona forever, and this came to light the next day, when Leona was acting like a prissy cat. The other omega had his lips pursed, showing fangs, growling and with his ears tucked behind, the most angered Jack had ever seen him. 

Besides this uncommon behavior - and maybe Jack should've thanked his lucky stars that Leona didn't start a fight - the lion beastman merely turned his back and went back to his room.

Still, Jack felt like it was his duty to fix the situation.

– 

When Sebek returns to Diasomnia, it feels like the air is charged, heavy, almost pressing him to the ground. And as he turns around the corner to meet Malleus and Lilia, he is met with the worst scene imaginable: Malleus is sulking. 

“Sebek,” his lord calls out, “do you fancy them as well?” 

“No!” the other boy immediately rectifies, “I would never interrupt your courting, my lord!” 

“So, this Epel,” Malleus carelessly brushes him off, lips upturning as he mutters the small omega's name like it turns his stomach upside down, “it's quite widely agreed upon that the child of man is with him.” 

“Foolish rumours! The prefect would never date any of us!” 

“But the poll-” 

“Malleus,” Lilia interrupts, placing a gentle hand on the shoulder of the future king, rubbing softly to dissuade the tension, “Sebek already gave you the answer you needed, the humans will forget soon enough, lets wait until the rumors die down.” But as Lilia raised his eyes to Sebek, he clearly tried to send him a message through his gaze, don't let this grow further.

– 

Idia feels like he is a breath away from breaking down, this was not supposed to be happening! But the poll on his screen mocks him of any possibility of this being a dream. 

Epel was the type of omega alphas would drool for, Idia knows that! He has a pretty face, big doe eyes to die for, and the softest voice ever, this is if any alpha was able to look past his behavior. Still, Idia didn't need this fact rubbed on his face like this. Is omegas like Epel your type? Wouldn't you rather go for the tall, nerdy omegas?

“Ortho, is this true?” he asked the moment his brother came into view, pointing at his offending screen. 

“No, big brother, none of them are dating the prefect.” Ortho reassured, gently guiding the uneasy omega to his nest, “It was so entertaining to see the group infight,” he laughed, “but I can delete the poll if you want, and investigate who was the instigator!” 

“Go look for who started the rumours,” Idia stood up again, looking more determined than ever, glaring at his computer as if it had personally cursed his entire bloodline, “I will deal with the poll myself.” 

– 

Not far from there, the VIP room from Mostro Lounge was in pure chaos, the wafting odor of stressed omega swallowing it whole. Azul couldn't believe this, he didn't trust any of the first year students in his dorm, which meant he didn't have a way to keep a close eye on you, unlike some of the other dorm leaders.

Right now, he regretted it, because he had no way to easily obtain inside information of your group. 

Azul quickly sent Jade and Floyd to investigate, perhaps meaning they would eventually disturb you, but he had no face at this moment to ask you himself. 

He would rather die than lose face in front of you.

–

“Jamil!” Kalim yelled for friend, rushing through the halls until he found who he was looking for. Jamil looked less than pleased, aware of the rumours and what this meant for the rest of his day, meaning he would spend it comforting Kalim, “Are they really dating one of them?” 

Kalim was on the verge of tears, red rimmed eyes almost overflowing, he was barely containing himself. Jamil's only solution was to guide him back to his room and hope his nest would be enough to calm the other boy down.

“What do they have that I don't?” the omega lamented, falling face down in his nest.

– 

At the other side of Sage Island, things were not faring better for the omegas the prefect had previously met with. 

When the omegas from RSA met the mysterious, but kind, prefect from NRC, one who treated them equally and generously, they never assumed they could possibly be already spoken for. In hindsight, maybe it was a precipitate assumption, courteous alphas were hardly ever single. 

Inside his room, Neige, who had thought he found his knight in shining armour, couldn't believe the rumours that grew more and more - at one point, some people even mentioned that maybe that alpha was actually dating the five omegas at once. For him, you both meeting was the universe moving to push soulmates together, fated to be with each other for eternity, until death do you part. So Neige thought this was all a big misunderstanding, one that you would fix before coming back to him, a challenge you must surpass as destiny laughs at your faces. 

Minajael sighs in disappointment, because of who he is, his position as an heir, he'd assumed from a young age that he would never find love, settling for whatever arranged marriage his father found appropriate. When he met you, Minajael thought that it was finally time to properly fight for his freedom, decide who he wanted to marry… He couldn't simply accept this, he needed to confirm with you before making any hasty decision. With the skill of someone who had done this many times before, he sneaks out of RSA, making his way to NRC. 

As for Rielle, the boy was heartbroken, refusing to speak with anyone. He had buried himself under his nest, playing with the little land trinkets he had collected mindlessly. Rielle had many dreams in mind, ones of freedom, travelling the world, and love, and though he was able to achieve most of them, it still hurt when something was suddenly ripped away from his hands. 

The only person who could guarantee sneak into NRC without anyone noticing, Chenya, was nowhere to be found.

– 

“So, you were the one who started this.” Vil was terribly annoyed, he couldn't believe the traitor was right by his side. However, he didn't know to what extent he was able to blame Rook. 

It was supposed to be innocent, when Rook stopped your group when you were hanging out at the school's courtyard, proclaiming, “Ah, look the lovely image you make, truly, love can be found in any shape or form, I yearn for more people to be graced with this sincere bond you share!” 

And passersby misunderstood his words for romantic love, wondering which omega had bagged the fine prefect. 

“Still.. it seems unlikely that you're the only storm in this school.” 

– 

At Heartslabyul, Riddle felt all kinds of emotions, relief, confusion, surprise, anger. He couldn't believe Chenya was whispering these rumors around! 

“Can you blame a guy? A seed was planted and perhaps someone needed to water it, nyan!” Was the last thing he said before disappearing.

Sagging his shoulders, Riddle released Ace and Deuce's head. At the very least, now he was sure both omegas weren't lying and backstabbing him. Riddle would like to say he would deal with Chenya the next time he saw him, but the catboy was more slippery than what his magic could reach.

– 

Next day, as your group met up again, the same courtyard as always, they found you laughing at your phone, the problems of yesterday barely dampening your mood - unlike the omegas, who had to deal with the pettiness of their dorm leaders, two eels shaking them for answers, and a frustrated Jamil. 

“Oh,” you look up, showing your phone screen in their direction, “Seems like it's widely agreed that I'm committed to someone.”

“Ugh, not again,” Ace complained, but snatched the phone from your hands either way, “Huh?!” 

Which omega is the Prefect courting?

His thighs shake. Hard.

“Mmh- say it again,” he begs, voice cracking. You drag your mouth up the curve, kissing along the tight skin, suckling gently until he whimpers.

His belly is heavy, round, and he loves when you handle it like it’s precious. “You’re glowing, Satoru,” You whispeedr. “My pretty pregnant boy.”

He gasps at that and you weren't surprised Gojo loved the praise falling out of your mouth. “God keep talking-”

The pregnancy’s made him leak  just a little- and he’s mortified but you absolutely love it. You pushed him gently onto his back. His nipples already pebbled and tender. When you flick your tongue over one, he arches up off the mattress like he’s been shocked.

“Ah-! Don't- I can’t-”That motion had him on the edge of orgasm his sensitivity almost increasing by tenfold by his pregnancy.

He’s trembling, toes curling, breath catching. “You’re so sensitive,” You murmured against his chest.

“Because of you,” He moaned.

And when he starts leaking, beads of milk, he gasps sharply, embarrassed and turned on enough to cry.

As you catch it with your tongue Gojo loses his mind. `His hands fly to your hair, tugging hard, hips bucking helplessly. “D-don’t- it’s embarrassing-”

But he’s already grinding into nothing, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glassy. “I love that you're making milk for our baby, don't you?” You whispered, sucking gently until he moans again. He nods fast, tears forming.

“Touch me more. Please.”

You hold his chest, thumb brushing leaking skin, and he sobs with pleasure. “You’re perfect, Satoru,” you murmur.

Gojo had been restless all evening, pacing, belly heavy and tight beneath one of your shirts he’d stolen. The sensitivity was bad, nipples aching, thighs shaking when you so much as looked at him, and he’d been needy for hours without admitting it.

Finally he crawled onto your lap, belly warm against your chest, breath already uneven.

“I need you,” He whispered.

He kissed you, slow at first  but the moment your hands slid under his shirt to hold the curve of his bump, his whole body jerked helplessly. “Wait-” he gasped, but he didn’t pull away. He wouldn't dare pull away.

You kissed down his throat, hands warm on his belly, and he whimpered - actually whimpered-  thighs tightening around your hips.

“S-slower…”

But he was already shaking, eyes glassy, breath catching like he was right at the edge. You pressed your forehead to his, voice low against his lips. “Satoru. Breathe.”

He did but barely weak and shuddery, trying so hard to steady himself as you guided him down, inch by inch. His fingers clutched your shoulders, knuckles white, the soft weight of his belly pressing to your stomach as he sank onto you.

A broken sound escaped him.

His thighs trembled around you, the stretch making him gasp, head falling to your shoulder.

“D-don’t move yet,” he whispered, though his hips were already shifting, trying to take more of you as greedy as ever.

You held him steady, one hand splayed over his swollen belly, the other at his back, keeping him close as he exhaled shakily against your neck.

He shivered, clinging to you, breath warm and desperate against your skin.

“Satoru,” you whispered, kissing his temple, “I’ve got you.”

“I-I’m trying-” He let out a soft cry, burying his face in your neck as his body trembled. “I can’t- god-you're too much-”

His belly pressed tight to your stomach with every tiny movement he made, every shift amplifying the sensation until he was gasping into your skin, clutching you like he was drowning.

“Please- just touch me-”

You cupped the underside of his belly gently, grounding him and that broke him. He cried out, body arching, thighs trembling around you. “N-no-wait- ‘m too sensitive”

His voice dissolved into breathy, desperate moans, tears clinging to his lashes.

You slowed immediately, hands firm and steady on his belly and waist. “Hey. Look at me.”

He tried but with eyes unfocused, lips parted, chest heaving - it felt impossible.

“You’re okay,” You murmured. “I’ve got you. Breathe with me.”

His hands fisted in your shirt as he collapsed into your chest, trembling from head to toe, overwhelmed by sensation, by hormones, by how deeply you touched him.

“You’re… too good to me,” he whispered hoarsely.

You kissed the wet corner of his eye. “Let me take care of you.”

Gojo nodded, breath ragged, belly pressed tight and warm to you as he melted into your arms.

And for once, he didn’t try to be in charge.

For once, he let himself fall apart on you he truly, absolutely… couldn’t handle you.

2. the time his body betrayed him and he still begged for more 

Gojo lies back on the bed, shirt rolled up under his chest, huge swollen belly exposed to your hands and mouth. He’s flushed pink already, breathing shallow, fingers gripping the sheets. 

You kiss the underside of his belly and he breathily whines. “Don’t tease… you know how sensitive I get there-”

Every kiss makes him shiver. Every touch makes his hips jerk. 

You held his bump with both hands, big and warm and full, and he cradles your wrists like he needs the grounding. “Look at you,” You murmured. “So beautiful carrying my baby.” 

“Mmh- say it again,” he begs, voice cracking. You drag your mouth up the curve, kissing along the tight skin, suckling gently until he whimpers. His belly is heavy, round, and he loves when you handle it like it’s precious. 

“You’re glowing, Satoru,” you whisper. “My pretty pregnant boy.” He gasps at that and you weren't surprised Gojo loved the praise falling out of your mouth. 

“God keep talking-” The pregnancy’s made him leak just a little- and he’s mortified but you absolutely love it. 

You pushed him gently onto his back. His nipples already pebbled and tender. When you flick your tongue over one, he arches up off the mattress like he’s been shocked. “Ah-! Don't- I can’t-”That motion had him on the edge of orgasm his sensitivity almost increasing by tenfold by his pregnancy. 

He’s trembling, toes curling, breath catching. “You’re so sensitive,” You murmured against his chest. “Because of you,” he moans. And when he starts leaking, beads of milk, he gasps sharply, embarrassed and turned on enough to cry. 

As you catch it with your tongue Gojo loses his mind. His hands fly to your hair, tugging hard, hips bucking helplessly. “D-don’t- it’s embarrassing-” 

But he’s already grinding into nothing, cheeks flushed scarlet, eyes glassy. “I love that you're making milk for our baby, don't you?” You whispered, sucking gently until he moans again. He nods fast, tears forming. 

“Touch me more. Please.” You held his chest, thumb brushing leaking skin, and he sobs with pleasure. 

“You’re perfect, Satoru,” You murmured. 

3. the one time he climbed into your lap and reminded you who was really in charge 

Pregnant Gojo didn’t even bother pretending tonight.

His shirt was pushed up, soft belly out, the curve of it full and heavy, his breathing fast. “Sit,” he ordered, voice low and honey-thick.

You barely touched the edge of the mattress before he was crawling into your lap, thighs straddling you, belly pressing into your abdomen, his hands on your jaw forcing you to look up at him.

“You keep acting like you’re the one in charge,” he murmured, grinding down once, yet it was enough to punch a groan out of you. His lashes fluttered. “But look at me. Look at what I’m carrying.”

Your hands instinctively went to his hips, and Gojo slapped them away, pinning your wrists to the bed.

“You don’t touch me unless I tell you to,” he breathed, leaning in close enough that his breath ghosted over your ear. “I’m the one in charge tonight.”

He rocked down again, harder this time, belly dragging against your stomach. A soft moan slipped out of him, the kind that got higher when he tried to hold it back.

His swollen belly brushed you every time he moved — warm, weighty, demanding attention. He noticed the way your eyes kept dropping to the curve.

“Oh?” he smirked, voice sinful. “You like that I'm full of a permanent reminder of you?”

He grabbed your hand and pressed it to the underside of his bump, forcing you to feel how firm it was. “You like how I look when you’ve knocked me up?”

You swallowed. “Yeah.”

“Good.” His eyes glowed with satisfaction. 

Gojo shifted, guiding you underneath him completely, thighs spread wide as he hovered over you, belly hanging low, the sight utterly obscene.

“And you’re going to take me exactly how I say,” he whispered, kissing you hard, messy, desperate.

He sank his weight onto you and on your cock letting out a sound that landed somewhere between a moan and a gasp, his nails digging into your shoulders as his belly pressed flush to your torso.

“S-stay still,” he panted, already shaking. “Let me… let me use you.”

His forehead pressed to yours, breath hot, voice trembling.

“I’m going to ride you,” He moaned. “And you’re going to let me.”

The world narrowed to the heat of him, the weight of him, the way every exhale trembled against your lips as he began to move.

(bonus-  the time he asked you to give him another baby while he was still carrying the first)

He’s leaning against the counter, sipping juice, belly huge and round, and suddenly he blurts:

“We should have another.”

You nearly choked. “Gojo- you’re literally-”

He smirks, sliding your hand under his shirt. “I know. I’m just saying… this feels really good. Being full of you. Being yours.”

He kisses you, slow and hungry. “You think you could get me pregnant twice?”

He’s so serious it’s insane.

student!Qiuyuan who has never been keen on finding love. He’s not particularly interested in these topics and believes that no one would want a blind omega anyway

student!Qiuyuan who never lets his instincts get the better of him. He never shows reactions typical of an omega. Can’t flutter his eyelashes in a flirtatious manner, speak in higher pitch or calm another person with his pheromones

student!Qiuyuan for whom the only way to experience world is through smell and hearing. But who at the same time, stubbornly uses scent-blocking patches so that no one will ever smell his scent. Too afraid of showing his weaknesses and being compared to omegas. Who has been on suppressants his whole life, almost losing the ability to experience heat

student!Qiuyuan who despite being blind, feels others’ “disgusted” stares on him. Someone like him? An omega?

student!Qiuyuan who has always had very low self-esteem when it comes to being an omega. What fun can you have dating someone who can’t see? Others surely believe he can’t participate in typical teenage activities… And in the future, it would surely be too much of a burden and responsibility to support someone like him. He’s probably not even as pretty as other omegas… Not only is he a man, but he’s also over six feet tall... He’s not like those charming, alluring omegas with delicate facial features and petite, curvy figures. He’s leaner and more bony, damaged by life. He doesn’t give off a harmless, friendly vibe that invites you to approach him. Surely no one would want to choose him…

student!Qiuyuan who is even ashamed of his own scent. A bamboo forest in the morning, sprinkled with fresh dew. Refreshing and gentle, yet at the same time unusual due to a heavy, earthy note… Definitely unlike those sweet floral or cheerful citrus aromas that carry through the corridors behind “true” omegas

student!Qiuyuan who has hated alpha scents since childhood, having grown up in a house full of betas. Who, with a hypersensitive sense of smell, easily detects bad intentions and nasty character of alphas. Who knows that a campus full of teenagers with raging hormones is like a battlefield. That you can’t find anyone trustworthy here

student!Qiuyuan who is always reserved and lonely. A typical, quiet student, not really interested in lessons. Sitting in the back row by open window. Who prefers to stick his head out toward the sounds of sports field and feel pleasant wind breeze on his face. Only form of relief in a stuffy room overflowing with overlapping scents of pheromones

student!Qiuyuan who never tries to make friends, always assuming isolation and rejection. To whom over time, other students are even afraid to speak

student!Qiuyuan whose reluctance to his classmates and whole pessimistic attitude towards love change, when one afternoon, a newcomer walks into a classroom…

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, takes a deep, joyful breath of alpha’s pheromones. Turns eagerly towards the blackboard- Hoping to see that one-of-a-kind individual- Only chance to reverse his miserable fate-

student!Qiuyuan who in fact unfortunately “sees nothing”. As if for a moment he had completely forgotten that he is blind… But despite the bitterness on his tongue, he feels a strange peace and happiness in heart. As if your distant presence alone is enough to heal wounds of hurt omega

student!Qiuyuan who sensing your dominant yet warm and friendly aura, knows you have good intentions. He believes you wouldn’t harm anyone. And he swoons not only at your scent but also at your gentle chuckle, triggered by a comment from someone in front row

student!Qiuyuan who is surprised when he senses that instead of heading towards some potential “friend” from another class, you’re moving towards teacher’s desk. He gasps upon hearing you introduce yourself as new teacher, replacing the homeroom teacher who went on maternity leave. And immediately he withdraws into his shell again. Despairing over the hopelessness of his situation. Scolding himself for ever deluding himself into thinking that fate would grant him a friend…

student!Qiuyuan who is even more surprised when one Friday, you approach his desk after class. You crouch down next to his chair, looking up at him patiently. He feels your gaze on him and senses that radiant warmth he experienced when he first met you. He doesn’t understand however why you decide to make an effort and cross the entire length of room just to talk to him. And why you try to make him feel comfortable, waiting peacefully for other students to leave a classroom

student!Qiuyuan who doesn't know what to say when you ask in a sweet voice if everything is okay. When you are the first person in this cursed school to take an interest in him. When you don't overwhelm him with adult beliefs, additional assignments or requirements necessary to pass to next grade. When you simply let him know that if he ever needs anything in the future you will always be here

student!Qiuyuan who begins to wonder if all young teachers entering this profession are like you. Full of passion and fighting for student’s well-being- Because yes, even from the tone of your voice or sound of your footsteps, he can sense that you’re very young, not much older than him. And besides, he becomes assured of his belief when he decides to eavesdrop gossips. For the first time since childhood genuinely intrigued by another person- Everyone is talking about you. Omegas, betas, alphas. Girls and boys. Whether out of fascination or jealousy. You’re on everyone’s lips. Young hot teacher. It only takes a day for you to have your own fan club

student!Qiuyuan who mortified, catches himself listening whenever he hears your name nearby. Who unconsciously records every little detail about you in his memory. These fangirls really do have incredible talent and passion… Your favorite drink which you always use to moisten your throat during lectures. Food you most often choose for lunch. Other teachers you get along with best. Place where you most often eat dinner and where it’s easiest to run into you outside of school hours. What kind of car you drive or what brand of shirts you wear most often. Not to mention how many buttons you leave undone and how you roll up your sleeves to your elbows because you constantly feel as if it's too hot

student!Qiuyuan who eventually comes to conclusion that he already has met several younger teachers in his life. And that none of them are as noble as you. And certainly not that PE teacher who immediately cut him off from any activities. Odering him to sit on a bench as soon as he realized that Quiyuan was "that blind kid"

student!Qiuyuan who for the first time, starts paying attention in class. Though only in yours… and instead of basking in breeze, he turns his head towards you. Listening to what you're saying. He actually starts taking an interest in topics you bring up. Genuinely absorbs knowledge and realizes it isn’t as bad as he’d assumed. At least when someone is truly passionate about what they do and when you can hear excitement in their voice… Qiuyuan finally comes to school with a smile, rather than dragged there by the need to please his beloved parents

student!Qiuyuan who realizes that even though you’re kind and understanding towards all your students, joking with them regularly during class, it’s only him you show such great care for. You have such a special approach only towards him- And this isn’t that "special treatment" he’s experienced from other teachers. Where he passed from year to year with lowest grades, because others had given up on him. Not believing he could ever become of any use to society. Out of pity, turning a blind eye to his lack of participation or wrong answers. As if completely ignoring his presence throughout whole school year

student!Qiuyuan who is as happy like a child when you give him a bad grade for an oral response but at the same time encourage him to retake the exam. Finally, someone actually takes him seriously. Shows interest. Doesn’t fake his results and at the same time believes he is capable of more. Even that slightly disappointed tone, which you try so hard to hide, is like flattery to him. Though he definitely prefers to hear you when you’re satisfied and proud. Especially of him…

student!Qiuyuan who finally decides to knock on your office door. Seeking help and hysterically apologizing for not making it during office hours. But for the past two hours, he really couldn’t summon the courage. And the fact that he finally approached your door was really just a random impulse

student!Qiuyuan whom you have to calm down before you two can even talk. Leading him to a sofa, gently stroking his hunched back and serving a cup of steaming lemon tea. Worried about omega’s state, you grab any opportunity to calm his nerves. But only thing that really works is your alpha soothing pheromones and your low, gentle voice assuring that everything will be okay and that you’re not mad

student!Qiuyuan who after talking to you, realizes for the first time that he has a future ahead and that he should fight for it. With shining eyes, he listens as you acknowledge how much he’s had to go through since losing his sight and that the very fact that he manages daily tasks so well shows just how capable he is. How much he can accomplish with his other sharpened senses. And how much he should and must work hard. Not only to prove his worth to others but also to provide for himself and his family in future. Because in your eyes, he is more than capable of it. He doesn't have to be left solely at the mercy of others

student!Qiuyuan who is almost moved to tears when you say he inspires you

student!Qiuyuan who from that moment on, truly changes his life. Begins to learn even from other teachers. Not wanting to just sit around on PE while others play team sports, he starts running on his own on a track around the field. During classes he raises his hand to surprise of the rest and actively participates in lessons. He no longer skips homework but actually tries to complete all his projects

student!Qiuyuan who manages to improve and catch up on material only thanks to your help. Thanks to almost daily tutoring sessions for which you never accept any money. You always explain things so clearly and your tips are so helpful- You never yell at him; you just patiently help him find the solution. And you record the most important topics for him on a voice recorder. Later, Quiyuan always does the best especially on these things. Maybe because he listens to them over and over just to enjoy your voice in privacy of his room… On headphones, because he’s too embarrassed to admit to his family that he’s obsessed with some alpha’s voice. For whom he made space on his phone by deleting all music playlists

student!Qiuyuan who treats you like his master. Everything you say is sacred. He takes every piece of advice to heart and faithfully performs every request. He seeks your approval. To the point that when he gets his report card he runs to you first. Just to hear that tender chuckle and a few words of praise. To feel as you smile warmly at him and ruffle his hair. That tingling feeling… His omega has never felt better

student!Qiuyuan who is ready to bare his fangs at anyone who dares to say a bad word about you. He’s never gotten involved in such conflicts before but now he’ll do it without a second thought. And he doesn’t care that as an omega he’s standing up to some alpha. You believe in him. That’s why he walks out of a fight without a single scratch. His fist stained red from a contact with a nose of that rude, disgusting alpha

student!Qiuyuan who, despite his negative feeling and bad experiences with alphas, trusts you unconditionally. His omega feels safe with you and is willing to do anything for you. All you have to do is ask. Although that lecture about not getting into fights seems to have fallen on deaf ears…

student!Qiuyuan who out of gratitude, asks his mom to teach him how to make bento. Overjoyed she agrees right away. Thrilled at the thought that her little boy has finally fallen in love and found himself a good alpha. Completely unaware that her beloved son leaves all boxes with bento on his teacher’s desk. Every day before classes start. Before anyone else has a chance to wake up as early as Qiuyuan and arrive at school. Although at first you try to convince Qiuyuan that there’s no need for him to do such thing, that what you buy on your way is more than enough, over time you can’t wait to see colorful notes with a message left under wooden lid.

student!Qiuyuan who loves it when you pamper him. When you always bring him something to drink. Make sure your office is aired out before he arrives. Treat him with sweet candies as a reward for progress on completed tasks

student!Qiuyuan who is happy that there is finally someone who understands his problems and with whom he can talk about matters concerning only omegas and alphas. It’s a little embarrassing that during breaks from studying, he talks about such things with an alpha... But considering that he grew up in a house full of betas who can’t relate to his situation or urge of instinct, you’re definitely the best option

student!Qiuyuan who is fascinated examining every corner of your apartment when he visit for the first time. Your flat is rather modest but spacious enough and well-kept. And above all, it’s your own... You’ve worked hard for it while Qiuyuan still lives with his parents... He praises your taste as much as he possibly can. As long as his message gets through to you and you feel appreciated

It's just... for all week you were too busy with meetings and other teaching duties. You couldn’t meet with him for tutoring, so it was only polite to suggest that he visit you over a weekend to catch up. Though you weren’t sure he’d agree... But he did it in a split second. As soon as the information reached his brain. With a loud “yes!”, after which he immediately got embarrassed and hid his face in his long black hair. Too bad, because that peach blush really looks wonderful on him...

student!Qiuyuan who only realizes he has a little big crush on you when you accidentally kiss him. It happens when you’re sitting across from each other on a small sofa... At the sight of his face bathed in sunlight you suddenly lose your words. And he, abruptly confused, looks up from a braille books you bought him. When you are "gazing" into each other's eyes like that... you lean in and press a quick kiss to his plump lips. Completely swept up in the moment

You swear you can hear his heart suddenly racing-

student!Qiuyuan who quickly gives in to you. Or do you give in to him? And your sweet “innocent love” begins to sprout in shadows of your secret meetings

student!Qiuyuan who spends his free time at your place more and more often. He feels almost at home there. Often cooks dinner for you, trying to get rid of your bad eating habits. He even cleans up sometimes, wanting to feel a bit like the lady of a house. And you don’t mind when he “rummages through your drawers.” You want him to feel at ease at your house

student!Qiuyuan who leaves plenty of his stuff at your flat and also gets a lot of new "small" things. Like a personal toothbrush to keep there, a matching mug, personalized slippers-

student!Qiuyuan who, under the pretext of sleeping over at a friend's house, sneaks out of family home to spend the night in your arms. And your shirt… Which despite his tall figure, is always too loose on him and hangs off his lean body like a dress

student!Qiuyuan who heals his insecurities and begins to love his body as he experiences how you react to it. Feeling of your gaze devouring him, loud gasps, whistles, hands exploring places they shouldn’t... Who melts away in the compliments flowing from your lips. Though his eyes show no reaction, out of embarrassment he still closes his eyelids. Trying to hide from you. Burrowing as deep as possible into bedsheets-

student!Qiuyuan who almost bursts into tears when you accidentally catch a whiff of his pheromones for the first time. Firstly out of panic and then out of gratitude. This happens when he starts to feel a little too at ease around you and forgets he’s not at his family home. Where betas can’t smell him anyway. And forgets that after his morning shower, he needs to put his scent-blocking patch back on. When you suddenly gasp and inhale the air in kitchen, he turns to you terrified. He’s afraid you’ll be disgusted and that you’ll finally realize you deserve someone better. That he isn’t such a adorable omega and that it’s better if you kick him out of your apartment. When the opposite happens and you start going crazy over his scent, he can’t believe it. In every spare moment, you bury your face in his scent glands and soak in this relaxing scent. Sometimes, when he’s very busy, he tries to push your face aside. But you’re too strong. So Qiuyuan begins to proudly share his pheromones with the world. His colleagues look at him in surprise and he just smiles from ear to ear. If his alpha likes it, that’s more than enough. And since his scent can bring you comfort, he is happy to always be on duty

student!Qiuyuan who massages your aching temples after a hard day at work and plants butterfly kisses on your face while you try to fall asleep on his lap

student!Qiuyuan who gets easily jealous of your exes. And always makes a grumpy face when he accidentally comes across their photos in your old album. But he understands that you don’t want to throw away the photos where you’re with whole group of friends from your youth

student!Qiuyuan who feels your gaze on him during every class. Struggling to hold back his omega’s reactions, especially during preheat. After he stops stuffing himself with suppressants and slowly regains his ability to go through heat. These situations are the worst. Innocent blushes, hidden from classmates by curtain of hair, turn into clenched legs. Struggling to hold back the burning sensation inside

student!Qiuyuan who is disappointed and yet even more in love, impressed by your composure as you reject his advances in fever time and declare that you’ll only truly experience heat with him once he finishes school. Thus rebelling against your alpha and keeping your instincts in check

--

Hours before you found yourself trapped in a little office you instead found yourself trapped in your grandparent's church. Regardless of your beliefs the last thing you wanted to do while on vacation was wake up at 7 am and sit around listening to dry old men talk about how everything is a sin. Of course it's not like you could actually say no either, it might have just killed your grandmother if you didn't go to church with her. "Maybe you'll find a nice decent omega" she'd suggested so hopefully. You didn't have the heart to tell her that you were dating another alpha back home. For the same reason you were here at church, just keep her happy and content until the end.

So you were being polite, smiling and greeting everyone she introduced you to. You were introduced to a few "nice girls" your grandma wanted you to know. Then you met him, a visiting priest named Amatore that was taking over while the usual one went on vacation. He was younger than most of the other people who attended this church but he seemed to get along with everyone immediately. All the elderly women greeted him joyfully and he would ask them about their day while the older men would give him a firm handshake and make some quick greeting. After your grandmother greeted him and introduced you, clearly hoping you would be interested in a priest closer to your age, you decided to linger a bit behind.

You stood there awkwardly for a breath before Amatore decided to speak up. "Your grandmother is a lovely woman, I've enjoyed seeing her bible studies."

You smiled back at him. "Yeah, its nice to see her again."

The priest stepped closer to you, lowering his voice slightly. "I can tell this isn't really your kind of thing... Still, I can admire doing something for your family."

"Hah... Yeah uh I don't really like this kind of stuffy 'everything is a sin' type of church. No offense." You nervously shifted on your feet.

Amatore chuckled from beside you. "Everything is a sin... Well, if that's true then weren't we all forgiven of our sins?"

You gave him a look before smiling sheepishly. "Yeah you'd think so but I remember when i visited as a kid the priest saying that dancing was the devil. I couldn't even do the cupid shuffle after that."

Amatore laughed at that, one of his hands rested on your shoulders. You could smell something sweet, almost intoxicating from him and you felt something start to tug at your mind. And then in an instant it was gone just like his hand.

"I hope my sermon will be more enjoyable." With those words he made his way to his seat. You pulled yourself together and sat with your family.

--

You felt like you were swimming in a cloud of lust and sin, your hands clawing desperately at the bare flesh in front of you. The omega in your lap was speaking, maybe even teasing you, but all words were diminished to nonsense in your state. Your tongue dragged along unmarked skin while your hips thrusted upwards trying to find the sweet scent. You knew somewhere in your mind all of this was wrong, you have a partner, you didn't want this, you're supposed to be doing something else. Every cognizant thought couldn't make its way past the fog of your rut, the haze of the sweet scent that commanded as if ordered by god to mate. The omega's hands pulled on your hair denying your teeth from finding purchase on his neck.

--

"Not yet. We are not completely free from sin, yet." Amatore was a good public speaker, you could tell immediately. The sermon barely started and he has the entire auditorium hanging onto his words.

"Recently I had someone come up to me and ask me something along the lines of 'If Jesus died for our sins why is there still a sin?' It's a good question I think." His words made you cringe a little bit with the instinctive worry of 'oh god hes talking about me'.

As his sermon went on you found yourself writing, drawing, scribbling into your bulletin board. Any small thing to stave off boredom while he went on. It wasn't a bad sermon, everyone else was certainly engaged, but you didn't really care for any of it.

As he reached the end you tuned back in to hear him saying. "The saying goes 'I would rather ask for forgiveness than permission.' but the important part is actually asking for forgiveness. To live is to sin, we will commit a thousand tiny indiscretions and sins before lunch. And Jesus will forgive us. That is why we need to humbly come before him and ask for his forgiveness. Now please stand as we come before him now."

There was a prayer and then another song and finally announcements. You were ready for lunch when everyone finally stood to leave. You followed behind your grandmother as she and your grandfather went to talk to their friends and anyone else who they didn't get to catch up with yet. You were awkwardly standing besides her while she and one of her friends gossiped when Amatore walked up to you.

"What did you think of the sermon?" He was looking right at you. One of the women answered first, complimenting him, then your grandmother followed suit.

"Uhm I found it interesting." You just nodded along.

"I was actually hoping we could continue our discussion from earlier. You don't mind if I steal him do you?" He looked at your grandmother with his charming smile.

"Oh! No go ahead! I'll meet you at the car afterwards." She patted your shoulder.

You made your way with him to his office.

--

The hand in your hair finally slipped when Amatore let out a shakey moan. You immediately buried your face in his neck, soft nips and bites at his skin. You were growling and clawing at his back with every thrust against his still clothed sex. You needed him, every inch of your body screamed with need. You didn't know how Amatore was still conscious with all the pheromones you were desperately pouring. He was blushing and still talking, mocking and chastising you, while his hands went to his pants.

"You're going to pump loads of cum into my pussy aren't you" He whispered in your ear and you understood that.

"Mm gnna breed. Full of pups." You grunted in-between thrusts.

Amatore chuckled at you before he picked himself off of you, much to your dismay. You watched him remove his pants and then the lacey white underwear that covered his soaked hairy cunt. Seeing his cute pussy made you feel like a man without water. You desperately crawled over to him and grabbed his hips roughly enough that your nails scratched him. He gasped when he noticed what you wanted.

"Mm.. I knew you were perfect." He didn't make sense but atleast he lowered his cunt onto your face.

You held onto him tight enough he might bruise while you made him ride your face. He was tugging your hair harshly while he grinded his swollen clit against your tongue up to your nose. Your tongue quickly alternated between sucking on his clit to burying into his folds. You were eating him like you were starving and he was the most delicious meal you'd ever had. The noises of your tongue fucking into him and then sloppily sucking on his clit and folds was absolutely filthy, wet and sticky and loud. Amatore pulled your hair as hard as he could.

"W-wanna cum on your cock alpha. Please-!" He cried out so sweetly, quickly losing his composure.

It was hard but eventually you managed to pry yourself away from his cunt. Your face was soaked in his juices and he leaned down to kiss you and taste himself. You don't know if he coaxed you into it or if you overpowered him but you suddenly slammed him down into the door. Your thick cock pressed against his tight cunt and you looked down at him, taking in his handsome and messy face. His hands cupped your cheeks before he pulled you down into a soft kiss.

"Its ok... Make me yours."

--

When you came to your senses hours later Amatore was crying naked and covered in marks on the floor. You couldn't remember what happened clearly, you remember smelling something sweet and then going into heat. You looked at him with panic and horror as you realized what you must have done. You ran to the small trash can in the room and emptied your stomach as he sobbed.

"You- you ruined me." He had crawled over to you, anger and pain etched on his face.

"I'm sorry I'm so-" You could barely breathe as your eyes took in the sight of his marked neck.

You knew what being marked and unmarried would mean for him. You knew what having sex before marriage meant for him regardless of his consent in the matter. You could feel yourself get sick again and you began dry heaving into the trash. Amatore was hiccuping but he still crawled closer, a tepid hand gently rubbed your back.

"I can't... I can't blame you it's my fault for being born this way..." His voice was so sad it broke your heart.

"You don't need to do anything... I'll take full resp-"

"No-!" You grabbed his shoulders your eyes full of pain. "I'll take responsibility. I'll marry you."

and then there's you, his neighbor who are too kind for your own good. you were the first person (and frankly the only person) who came up to his doorstep with a home cooked meal, he was rather pleasantly surprised. he understand that he might appears intimidating, and the way that he can't even bother to try and interact with any of his neighbor other than the stray animals - doesn't help his case.

but you're here... willingly standing right at his porch with an award winning smile across your face.

god, can someone like you even possible to exist? he almost thought the personification of the sun itself came to visit him personally.

you're an alpha, and alot younger than him he noted. and he's atleast 10 or more years older than you, hell it looks like he's old enough to be your dad, but that doesn't intimidate you.

maybe it's your alpha tendency to never back down for anyone, alphas like you tend to have bug ego's - but you look and act far from those alpha assholes at the barracks who can only harassing other soldiers just because they're omegas, betas, and weaker alphas. (he put them on their place rather easily tho).

yan! ex-military omega who's getting more and more fond of you each day, you two treat each others with respect at first - to neighbor bestfriends that hangout every other friday nights.

you two may had slept together once or twice in a while, but that's just it. no nothing, no attachment, just a normal fuck buddies helping each others to tend ruts and heats.

he doesn't mind of course, it's way easier than searching for a random person who will find him attractive enough to fuck him. not saying that he's unattractive, in fact he's rather pleasant looking. the scars on his face just highlighted the sharp contours of his jawline, it's just that people prefer the slim and feminine type of omegas which is something he's not.

same secondary genders couple are not rare these days, heck even you had a fair share on sleeping with other alphas, but he was rather a traditional omega that wanted an alpha to take care of him, his omega instincts to nurture is strong too.

so it's a win-win situation until it's not, he of course foolish enough to fall in love with this weird yet kind alpha that saw and regards him with respect like he's just any other person.

he's too old for this whole crush thingy for fucksake, he would like to court you if you're not adamant on being a single and free alpha. yes, you're a weird one because you don't do date, just a one night stands and occasional booty calls, but not more than that.

you've confessed that you never wanted to build your own family (which shocks him), you're content on living by yourself, no one to burden you with responsibility.

it relieved and frustrated him at the same time, atleast he doesn't need to crush anyone's head for trying to steal you away from him, but he did sabotaged your casual dates throughout the months without you knowing though.

which is why he needs to take an extreme route because his greed had won over him, you might kindly rejected his courting, but you two still have sex occasionally.

so he decided to plan on tying a tie that will hold you to him forever, because he also know that you're not the type of alpha who will ditch on people you've knocked up. you're simply too kind for your own good which is good thing for his plan.

you two have sex more and more frequently these days, he's poking holes on all of your condom stash, lied about taking his birth control pills and never took a plan-b, he monitored his and your cycle, so when you two go at it he'll make sure it'll takes.

you might question the sudden frequency of him asking for sex, but still unaware, thinking it was all just a pent up energy from taking all of that suppressants for decades in the military.

he was trying to baby trap you for a while now, but nothing ever happened, he almost giving up and even blaming himself for being too old, and with the amount of suppressant he took during his military years - it wouldn't be a surprise if he came out infertile by now.

but then, one morning came when he woke up with a sudden nausea, he puke out all of his last night's dinner all over the toilet. it was roughly two weeks since you've had a sex with him, and you're the only one he ever slept with ever since his retirement.

oh to say he was happy was an understatement, he was ecstatic. he ran over his sink and rummaging through his cabinets until he get his hand on a small pink box.

now he's pacing around his bedroom, bare feet slapping quietly against the floor before he paused when the alarm of his phone rang too loudly inside his silent bedroom.

he hesitantly re-enter his bedroom, chest thumping with fear and excitement. he crossed his finger hoping that the results came out as he wanted.

three pregnancy tests lay on his sink lined up meticulously, he was prepared of course, to see if his plan finally worked after months of trying. (he almost rolled his eyes to the cashier at the pharmacy when he bought them, bcs they thought he was buying them for his omega mate.)

he stopped right in front of the sink, eyes narrowed at the faint lines blooming clearly on the small devices.

all three read positive.

he let out a breath of relief and maybe a bit of disbelief, so he still can get pregnant even after these years.

a pitter patter of nails clicking the floor with a loud bark pulled him back from his stuppor, rocky- a retired german shepherd military dog he brought with him is trotting over seemingly noticing his excitement and distress.

"you're going to be a big brother, rocky" he said softly rubbing his head, rocky barks loudly seemingly understand his caretaker's happiness.

he paused for a second, he started to think how he's going to break out the news to you, currently- you had gone for a business trip now, oh well he have a few weeks to think about it, but for now..

"i should start thinking about names."

You’re barely holding it together—sweaty, flushed, radiating heat and pheromones so strong they’re practically buzzing in the air around you. The professor could hardly even make it through the lecture with you panting in the back row like you were going to drop to the floor and knot someone on the linoleum. Girls were squirming. Boys were glaring. Everyone was staring. And you? You were seeing red—because none of them were your omega.

You storm out moments later, half-hard and fully deranged, heading straight to Cate’s dorm like some sort of heat-seeking missile. Don’t knock. Don’t text.

Cate’s dorm smells like her—cinnamon, pheromones, something sweet and intoxicating—and you nearly black out the second you walk in. The door clicks shut behind you, but you barely register it. All you know is your omega is lounging on her bed in nothing but your old tee and a pair of lace panties, hair pulled back, bare thighs on display.

Cate doesn’t even look surprised. She’s been waiting for this, after all.

She just tilts her head, all smug and sweet, and says, “Let me guess. You scared another TA.”

It’s not fair—how smug she is. How ready. How wet. The scent hits you like a sucker punch to the gut.

Your vision tunnels.

You groan. Loud. Low. Wrecked. Already palming yourself through your jeans, hips twitching, trying to resist the urge to mount right then and there.

“I need you,” you grit out, voice so rough it could sand paint off a wall. “It’s bad this time, baby—fuck, you smell so good already, I—”

Cate sets her book down with a soft thud and rises slowly, walking over with all the casual confidence of someone who knows her alpha’s on the verge of going feral.

“You know what happens when you fuck me like that during rut,” she murmurs, standing toe-to-toe with you. “You think you’re the only one who gets knocked sideways by pheromones?”

You press your foreheads together. “I know. I know. But I can’t—can’t touch anyone else. Can’t even think about anyone else, Cate, I swear—”

“I know that, dummy,” Cate purrs, smirking. “That’s why I wore your shirt to bed last night. That’s why I’ve got slick on my thighs already. You think I didn’t plan for this?”

You whine—whine—and practically drop to your knees right there. Cate catches your chin before you can, holding you in place, tilting your head like she’s inspecting a prize.

“Oh, you’re so fucked,” Cate whispers, smile sharpening. “You’re gonna put a baby in me if you’re not careful.”

Your pupils blow wide. Your cock throbs.

“Don’t fucking tease me, Cate.”

“I’m not,” Cate says, breathlessly delighted. “You’re the one who loses control and fucks me through my little dorm mattress until I’m crying for mercy. You’re the one who sets off my heat with those stupid growls and that knot you never pull out.”

“Off,” you growl, and you don't mean yourself.

Cate giggles, already reaching for the hem of the tee. “God, you’re so easy when you’re like this.”

You surge forward and grab her, hands under the shirt before it’s even over Cate’s head, palms skating up warm, flushed skin. Cate squeals, breathless and delighted, as she’s lifted clean off the ground and shoved up against the wall.

“Don’t play with me,” you hiss into her neck, pupils blown and body trembling. “You knew what you were doing. Sitting in here, marinating in pheromones. Wearing my old fucking shirt to bed.”

Cate wraps her legs around your waist and grinds down against the hard bulge pressing through your jeans. “Knew it’d drive you crazy. Wanted to see how long you’d last.”

“I got kicked out of class,” you snarl. “Professor asked if I was having a medical emergency. I almost took my cock out in the middle of a fucking lecture, Cate—”

“Poor baby,” Cate purrs, tugging at your curls, tilting your head back to kiss you. “Gonna feel so much better once you’re inside me.”

That breaks something in you.

Your mouth crashes over Cate’s, hard and claiming. Your teeth knock together. Cate moans and claws at your back. You don't even bother with foreplay—just tear her panties down mid-kiss and shove your hand between Cate’s legs.

“Dripping,” you groan. “Fuck. You’re gonna make me—”

“Not yet,” Cate gasps. “Want your knot.”

“You’ll get it.” You kiss Cate again, dizzy with need. “You’re made for it.”

Cate lets herself be hauled to the bed and thrown down like a ragdoll. You’re stripping with trembling hands, the air thick with heat and rut and the pull of two bodies designed to wreck each other.

Cate’s thighs are slick and parted, fingers already between them like she can’t help herself. She watches you crawl over her like a beast, mouth parted, eyes blown wide.

“I missed this,” Cate whispers. “The way you fuck me when you’re not thinking straight. Like you’re afraid I’ll disappear if you don’t cum inside me right now.”

You growl and slam into her with a single brutal thrust.

Cate screams.

It’s too much. It’s perfect. She’s so full so fast she swears she blacks out for a second. You don't give her time to adjust, don't want to. You’re pounding into her like you need to split her open, hands bruising Cate’s hips, mouth buried in her neck.

“Mine,” you snarl. “My omega. You’re not going anywhere. You’re gonna cum just from my cock, aren’t you? From your alpha claiming you—”

Cate’s nails dig into her back. “Don’t stop. Baby, I’m—fuck, I’m gonna—”

“Do it,” you pant. “I want you to soak me. Want you to cum on me ‘til I’m the only thing your body remembers.”

Cate shatters.

She arches, gasps, convulses around her alpha’s cock, and that—that—is what breaks you.

With a guttural sound, you slam deep, hips locking, and knot inside her—throbbing, swelling, holding you together as you both cry out.

It’s messy. It’s desperate. It’s so good Cate can’t stop trembling.

And you?

You’re still rutting.

Because of course you are. That was only round one.

You cup Cate’s jaw, kissing her like it’s the only thing anchoring you to this plane of existence. “You’re gonna go into heat after this.”

Cate, breathless and dazed, giggles. “I know.”

You thrust again—slow, grinding, knot-deep. “I’ll fuck you through all of it.”

Cate moans, already drooling. “You better.”

You finally ease your knot free, the thick swell dragging against Cate’s stretched walls until she’s whining at the loss. Cate barely has time to catch her breath—barely has time to blink—before your hands are on her thighs, pushing—no, folding—her knees up until they’re pressed to her chest, looming over her with that wild, rut-drunk gleam in your eyes.

“Stay just like this,” you growl, bracing her calves over your shoulders and locking her in place. The position leaves Cate wide open, slick and swollen and glistening.

The bedsheets are a wreck, your scents tangled thick in the air, and Cate can feel the heat coiling tighter inside her with every second. She knows what’s coming. She wants what’s coming.

Your hands slide down her thighs, spreading her further open, pinning her to the mattress. “Round two,” you rasp, cock still slick and heavy against her folds.

Then you drive back in—one relentless, claiming thrust that buries you to the hilt.

Cate’s scream echoes, then cuts off into a moan that sounds like it was ripped from her throat. Your thick cock is seated deep, pressing against that aching, perfect spot inside Cate like it was made to live there.

“Fuck—fuck, baby—” Cate gasps, legs shaking as her back arches off the bed. “You didn’t even give me time—”

“I can’t,” you growl, already rutting into her with brutal, punishing thrusts. Your hands grip Cate’s thighs harder, holding her open, down, in place, because her body’s trying to curl up, trying to run from the onslaught. “I need you too much, baby, I need—”

Cate’s whimpering beneath you, fists twisting in the sheets, her body already drenched in sweat. Slick is everywhere—coating your cock, smearing between her thighs, soaking into the sheets below her. Cate's scent is flooding the room, growing richer, warmer, heavier—

“Oh, god,” Cate moans, eyes fluttering wide. “You’re—fuck, you’re pushing me into heat—”

You snarl in victory. “Good girl. Let it happen. Let me fuck it out of you.”

“Y-You can’t—” Cate gasps, nails raking down your back as another thrust steals the breath from her lungs. “You can’t just decide when my body goes into heat—”

“You’re mine,” you pant against her mouth. “Your body listens to me. Look at you. Already pulsing around me like you need to be knotted again.”

Cate lets out a high, keening whimper. Her thighs twitch. Her eyes go glassy. She’s spiraling, fast. That sharp edge of rut-fueled dominance has her omega instincts kicking in hard. She can feel the shift—her womb aching, her scent changing, her body soaking with fresh slick as her body begs for it.

“Gonna—gonna go into heat, I can feel it—” she gasps, clinging to you now, arms locking around your neck like she can’t bear even an inch of distance. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop—”

You fuck her harder.

Your rhythm is brutal now—possessive, claiming, perfect. You’re saying things you don't even remember thinking, drunk off Cate’s scent and the way her walls flutter around you.

“Gonna fuck a baby into you,” you growl against her throat. “Gonna fill you ‘til it takes. I’ll keep you here, breed you over and over, make sure every inch of you smells like me—”

Cate sobs.

It’s too much. It’s everything. Her body seizes and breaks, pleasure exploding through her as her heat finally slams into her all at once. Her scent bursts in the air—ripe and fertile and so sweet it nearly takes you down with her.

“I’m—fuck, I’m in heat—”

“I know,” you snarl, hips slamming forward one last time as your knot catches and swells inside her.

Cate screams again, writhing helplessly as she’s locked in place, as you grind deeper, slower, claiming every inch.

“Mine,” you whisper, kissing the tears off Cate’s cheeks. “You’re mine. Gonna keep you full, gonna fuck you through every wave. Not stopping. Not for hours.”

Cate is trembling, ruined, already so deep in heat she can barely speak—but she moans, “Don’t. Please don’t.”

Cate is gone.

It’s not just heat—it’s deep heat. Full body, feral, dizzying. Her body is slicked in sweat, flushed and quivering, her thighs locked tight around your hips now, trying to drag you even deeper despite the already throbbing knot inside her.

“Alpha,” she pants, voice soft and desperate, “baby, I can’t—I can’t—”

“Yes, you can,” you growl, not slowing in the slightest. You’re still rolling your hips in that slow, maddening grind, your knot dragging thick and swollen against Cate’s most sensitive spots with every rock forward. “You will. You’re made for this.”

Cate lets out a sob that turns into a moan, then a choked little gasp as her body spasms around her alpha’s cock again. Another orgasm. She’s lost count. Everything is wet and aching and blissful in the most overwhelming way.

“I feel so full,” she whimpers.

You lean down, licking a slow stripe up Cate’s throat. “That’s because you are. My cock’s still leaking, baby. Your pretty little cunt’s just milking it out of me.”

Cate keens. Her legs jerk. She tries to twist her hips away—instinct, overstimulation—but you just growl and pin her down.

“No running,” you murmur, dragging your cock back with effort and thrusting again—deep, hard enough to make Cate cry out. “You know better.”

“Y-you’re gonna break me—”

“I’m gonna breed you.”

Another snap of your hips. Another wrecked little cry. Cate’s nails scrabble at your back, leaving streaks, but it only spurs you on.

“You smell like mine. Look at you, sweet girl—so far gone. Don’t even care who hears you anymore, do you?”

Cate’s mouth falls open. She shakes her head.

The bed’s creaking now. The sheets are soaked. Cate’s skin is flushed and shining and so pretty, you could cry.

You do. Just a little.

“I love you,” you whisper roughly, not even meaning to say it out loud. “I love you so fucking much. Gonna give you everything. Keep you knotted for days if I have to. Want my pup inside you so bad it hurts—”

Cate’s next orgasm hits like lightning.

She clamps down around your knot so tight it forces a shout from her throat, her entire body seizing beneath you. She cries out your name—broken, high, wrecked—and then shakes, full-body, as her heat crests into its sharpest wave.

Your hands shake. Your hips stutter. “Fuck, fuck—Cate—!”

Your knot throbs deep inside your omega’s body as you release again—pulsing warmth flooding Cate’s womb, your cock jerking as you pump her full another time.

Cate’s eyes flutter, unfocused and tear-glossed. “Still c-coming,” she whispers, delirious. “Still—oh god, baby, please, I c-can’t—”

You hold her through it.

Through the sobs. Through the shaking. Through the slick and sweat and aching, stretching fullness. Through the trembling cries and little hiccups as Cate finally slumps back, boneless and devastated in the best way.

And you still don't pull out.

You can’t. Knot’s too tight. Cate’s too hot and wet and needy around you. And your rut? Not even close to over.

You brush a strand of hair from Cate’s sticky forehead and kiss her cheek.

“Still with me?”

Cate blinks slowly, “…barely.”

You smile. Wild. Wrecked.

“Good. Because I’m not done yet.”

Cate’s body is glowing.

Not literally—but it feels like she’s been lit from the inside out, every inch of her flushed and warm and owned. Her thighs are trembling. Her hips ache. Her neck is covered in your marks, and her tummy is full—so full—of alpha cum.

And she wouldn’t change a single thing.

You haven't moved yet.

You’re still knotted together, Cate curled in your lap now, straddling you with shaky legs barely holding on, your cock still buried deep and locked tight inside her. The position started as desperation—Cate begging not to be pinned again, too sore and overstimmed to take another pounding—and has since melted into quiet affection.

Cate rests her head on your shoulder, eyes half-lidded, lips parted in lazy afterglow.

Your arms are wound around her back, one hand stroking up and down the ridges of her spine, the other cupping the back of her neck, fingers playing gently in her hair. You smell like rut still—strong and heady—but it’s soothed now, softened into something more tender.

Cate breathes you in. Lingers in it. Melts deeper.

“I feel like a fucktoy full of cum,” Cate mumbles against your collarbone, voice wrecked.

You chuckle, low and fond. “You are a fucktoy full of cum.”

“Don’t make me punch you. I don’t have the strength.”

“Could still pin you if you tried.”

Cate hums. Shifts just slightly and whines at the tug on her stretched heat-slick walls as your knot pulses in response.

“Okay, ow. Rude.”

“Sorry, sorry—” your voice dips instantly into apology, stroking her hair more gently. “Didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t.” Cate snuggles closer. “Just—full.”

You kiss her temple. “I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Of what? Fucking me stupid?”

“No.” A pause. “Of seeing you like this. Soft. Warm. Mine.”

Cate bites her lip. Her chest aches in a different way now—gentle, blooming. “You’re the only alpha I’d ever let wreck me like that.”

You look down at her. Cate’s mascara is smudged, her lips are swollen, and her thighs are still twitching. She’s never looked more perfect.

“I’d rip my own cock off before I ever put it in anyone else,” you say softly.

Cate chokes on a laugh. “Romantic.”

“I mean it.”

“I know you do,” Cate whispers, brushing her nose against your jaw. “I can feel it. Every time you knot me like that, I feel how much you love me.”

You press your lips to Cate’s forehead, eyes closed, holding her tighter. “I’d keep you in heat forever if I could. Just to have you like this.”

Cate sighs against you, completely surrendered. “Maybe I’d let you.”

Your scents are tangled now—indistinguishable. The room is thick with it. Alpha and omega. Claim and surrender. Love and need and the soft, afterburn glow of belonging.

You shift just enough to kiss her lips.

“Still not done,” you murmur. “Knot hasn’t gone down yet.”

Cate, dreamy and dazed, tilts her hips with a teasing smile. “Mm...later. ‘M sleepy.”

You hum a low, pleased sound, and roll your hips upwards slowly, keeping you both anchored, grounded. Cate hums right back, eyes slipping shut as warmth seeps through her sore muscles. You stay like that—tangled, locked, trading soft kisses and half-conscious murmurs—until the rhythm of your breathing syncs.

At some point, Cate drifts. She’s not sure when exactly—just that one second she’s kissing you, and the next she’s floating in the warm haze of post-release, her alpha’s hand heavy at her hip and the steady thump of your heartbeat under Cate’s cheek. The heat’s not gone, but for now, it’s sated. Contained. Safe.

Soft golden light filters through the blinds, casting warm stripes across the wreckage of the room—discarded clothes, upturned water bottles, the dent in the wall where Cate’s headboard cracked on day two. The air is heavy with the scene of omega-sweet heat, warm alpha musk, and the unmistakable smell of sex. Pungent and undeniable. The kind of thing that clings to the walls.

Neither of you know exactly how much time has passed. The days have blurred together—sunlight to darkness to sunlight again—since the first time you came to her dorm. Meals forgotten. Phones ignored. You haven’t stepped outside once. The world beyond these walls doesn’t exist right now; there’s only heat, and rut, and the endless loop of claiming and being claimed.

Cate stirs, tangled in your hoodie—well, one of them. It’s oversized and smells like sex and shampoo and leather and safety. Her hair’s a mess, her lips are kiss-swollen, and her inner thighs are glossy and raw, slick drying sticky against her skin.

And she’s still plugged.

You’re behind her, chest pressed to her back, one possessive arm slung over her waist, your knot swollen and seated deep inside her from the last lazy round sometime around dawn.

Cate hums sleepily. She shifts, instinctive, and whines when her movement tugs at her overworked walls.

“Easy, baby,” you murmur, voice gravel-rough from overuse and groaning. “Still locked in.”

“Mhm,” Cate slurs, eyes barely open, cheek squished into the pillow. “Kinda like it…”

You smile against her neck, kissing just below her ear. “Yeah?”

Cate nods slowly. “Feels safe. Like you’ll never leave.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” you breathe, pressing closer. “You’re mine.”

Cate’s lashes flutter. “Gonna…keep me pregnant forever, huh?”

That makes you freeze.

Then groan.

“Oh fuck, don’t say things like that.”

Cate giggles—soft, dazed. “Why not? You keep talking about it.”

“You’re in heat,” you grit. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”

Cate rolls her hips just enough to feel the knot pulse.

“I do.” Her voice is a whisper. “I want it. I want you to fuck a baby into me.”

You groan again, forehead pressed to Cate’s shoulder, trying desperately not to start again even though every part of you is begging to.

“We are not starting another round before breakfast,” you growl.

Cate whines, pouty. “We could.”

“You’re gonna break.”

“I wanna break,” Cate says, eyes fluttering. “Wanna stay like this forever. You inside me. All warm. Making me yours.”

Your self-control is shredding. You tighten your arm around Cate’s waist and whisper, “You already are, baby. You’ve been mine since day one.”

Cate smiles—blissed-out and dreamy.

“Baby?”

“Yeah?”

“If you really did knock me up, I think I’d be okay with it.”

You exhale like you’ve been shot. Your whole body presses into Cate’s, knot twitching, cock trying to swell again.

“Oh god,” you groan. “I’m gonna have to call out sick again. We’re not leaving this bed for the rest of the fucking week.”

Cate just giggles, draping her arm over yours, lacing your fingers together, and settling back into her hoodie cocoon.

“Kay. Wake me up when it’s time to fuck again.”

You don't even protest.

Just kiss her and hold her tighter, knot still snug, pulsing gently.

You mean to let her sleep. Really, you do. But Cate’s heat-sweet scent keeps curling into your lungs, winding tighter and tighter until it’s all you can think about. Your hips twitch once. Twice. By the third slow grind forward, you feel Cate’s breath catch.

“You awake, omega?” You murmur against her ear.

Cate hums drowsily, but when you roll your hips again, deeper this time, she lets out a soft, needy whimper.

“I thought you were gonna let me sleep,” Cate mumbles.

“I was,” you admit, kissing along her jaw, “but you smell too good. Can’t help it.” You push a little harder, the swollen knot nudging against her sensitive walls. “And I think your body’s ready for more.”

Cate shifts in her hoodie nest, pressing back against you instinctively. “Maybe…”

That’s all the permission you need. You ease Cate onto her sides, working your cock free with slow, deliberate thrusts that make Cate gasp, then roll her gently into your lap.

By now Cate’s trembling.

Her skin is sensitive—like even the air brushing across it hurts, like every molecule in her body is begging to be touched and soothed and fucked at the same time. Her thighs are slick again, even though you’ve already knotted her twice that morning. Her nipples are hard under the fabric, too much and not enough.

She’s curled up in your lap, facing you now, straddling your thighs with her arms looped around her alpha’s neck, clinging like she might float away otherwise.

“I c-can’t take it,” she whispers, rocking softly against your stomach. “I feel like—I don’t know what I feel like, I just—need.”

“I know, baby,” you murmur, voice soft and grounding. “I’ve got you. I’m right here.”

Cate whimpers when you cup her hips. Her whole body flinches, but she doesn’t pull away.

“Too much?” you ask, instantly pausing.

Cate shakes her head. “No—n-not too much. I need it. I just—it’s like it hurts, but I want more. Is that normal?”

You kiss her forehead. “It is. Your body’s working overtime. You’re doing so good, sweetheart.”

Cate melts at the praise. Her eyes flutter shut, and she breathes in your scent like it’s the only thing keeping her tethered.

“I feel like a…like a hole. Like I’m just waiting for you to fill me up again.”

You let out a breath that’s part groan, part heartbreak.

“Oh, omega,” you whisper. “Let me take care of you.”

You’re gentle this time—so careful, so slow.

You lift Cate just enough to line her up, kiss her jaw, murmur affirmations into her skin like prayers: You’re perfect. You’re mine. Gonna make you feel good, baby. Cate’s already dripping, already fluttering around nothing.

And when you finally press in, your cock sliding thick and warm and slow into Cate’s slick heat, Cate cries.

Not from pain. Not from overwhelm. From relief.

“Thank you,” she whimpers. “Thank you, thank you—”

“Shhh,” you soothe, holding her close as you begin to rock your hips, slow and deep. “You don’t have to thank me, baby. This is what I’m for. You go soft, and I stay strong. You get needy, and I give. You feel, and I’ll carry it.”

Cate sobs into your shoulder as her body gives in again, grinding down against your knot, pulsing and fluttering and soaking you all over again.

You stay steady.

One arm locked around her waist. The other hand petting her hair. Hips moving slow and sure, keeping her plugged, keeping her grounded. Not chasing your own pleasure—just giving.

“I love you,” Cate babbles softly, words tumbling from her heat-drunk mouth. “I love you, I love you so much, I don’t wanna come down, I just wanna stay—”

“You will,” you promise, voice low. “I’ll keep you here. As long as you need. You want more cum, baby?”

Cate nods desperately. “Need it.”

“Then take it,” you whisper, voice breaking. “Take everything I have.”

You knot her again, slow and sweet. Cate cums sobbing.

And afterwards—when Cate’s trembling and slick and curled against your chest like a kitten—you just hold her and rock her and whisper, “You’re safe, omega. You’re mine.”

And Cate, half-conscious and completely wrecked, hums, “Forever.”

You stay that way for a long time, tangled under the blankets, the air thick with your combined scents. You keep petting her hair long after Cate’s breathing evens out, your knot still locked deep inside, keeping you together even in sleep. Eventually, your own eyes close, lulled by the warmth, the steady rise and fall of Cate’s chest, and the comforting hum of knowing you’re right where you belong.

The next time Cate stirs, the light is different—brighter, sharper. A new day. Her body feels heavy and slow, every muscle languid from days of being used, loved, filled. She tries to sit up, but her hips ache in protest, and her legs immediately threaten to give out.

She huffs a soft, pitiful laugh and sinks back down against your chest.

So now?

You’re carrying her.

Arms looped under her thighs, face tucked into her neck, Cate being doted on like the soft little omega she is—because after six straight days of knotting, overstimulation, and endless praise-fueled orgasms, you owe her that much and more.

“I feel like a doll,” Cate mumbles, eyes fluttering as you reach the bathroom. “A sore, leaky, used-up little doll.”

You hum, peppering kisses over Cate’s face. “You are. My perfect little doll.”

Cate blushes, giggles slipping freely from her lips. “You knotted me twenty-two times.”

You grin as you set her down on the closed toilet lid, hands lingering at her hips. “Twenty-three, technically. You passed out during the last one.”

“Oh my god.”

“You came, though,” you shrug, turning toward the tub to run the water. “Twice.”

Cate groans and drops her head into her hands.

The water starts to pour, and you add your favorite vanilla-oat soak—a calming, gentle scent Cate always associates with comfort. The room starts to fog with steam. The bath fills slowly.

You glance back over your shoulder. “Think you’ve got enough strength to let me undress you?”

Cate lifts her head just enough to smirk weakly. “You wanna peel me out of your hoodie and see the damage?”

“I’ve seen the damage. I did the damage.” You kneel between her legs and kiss the inside of her knee. “I just wanna hold you in the bath. No knot. No fucking. Just us.”

Cate softens immediately.

“Okay,” she whispers.

You strip her gently. The hoodie peels off, the soft cotton panties next. Cate’s skin is marked up—bruises and bite marks, swollen nipples, red streaks on her hips. Your breath catches, but you say nothing—just kiss every mark like a blessing.

Then you lift her again, like she weighs nothing at all, and sink into the steaming bath with Cate on your lap.

Cate lets out a sound so soft it’s almost a whimper. Her body melts, the warmth easing some of the ache from her joints. She slumps back against your chest and lets herself be cradled.

“This feels so good,” she whispers.

“I know, baby.”

You gently dip a washcloth into the water and begin to clean her. Slow strokes along her thighs, her belly, under her arms. You’re careful near her overstimulated center, avoiding pressure, just soothing your omega with warm touches and a soft hum under your breath.

Cate sighs. “You take such good care of me.”

“I love taking care of you.”

“I’m still leaking,” she says, embarrassed.

You press a kiss to her temple. “It’s okay. You’re mine. You should be leaking.”

Cate shivers. “You’re gonna break me next heat.”

You smile. “Only if you let me.”

Cate nuzzles in deeper. “I always let you.”

You stay there until the water goes lukewarm. Until Cate’s breath evens out and she starts to doze, arms loose around her alpha’s neck. Until the soreness in her body fades just enough for her to whisper—

“Next time, I wanna try on top.”

You choke on a laugh. “You’ll last five minutes.”

“Maybe. But I’ll look amazing.”

Afterwards, you insisted on brushing her hair.

Cate didn’t argue. She just let her alpha sit behind her, legs around her, slowly working the brush through her damp curls while she sipped from a mug of miso soup and tried not to melt all over again.

Now she’s curled back under the covers, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, phone in both palms while you kiss down the side of her neck in slow, lazy presses.

Her group chat is blowing up.

OMEGA COVEN<3

Emma:girl did you DIE??? we haven’t heard from you in like. five days.

Marie:u alive orrrrr did your alpha knot u into another plane of existence

Jordan:do we need to send soup or a shovel

Cate:sorry sorry sorry! hehe was a little busy being the most bred bitch alive<3

Emma: oh she did you like THAT???

Cate:like you don’t even understand i haven’t stood up since wednesday she knotted me TWENTY THREE times i saw GOD during round eight

Marie:twenty three jfc??girl are you okay?? is your PELVIS okay???

Cate:no and i don’t care she spoon-fed me soup and shampooed my hair after and she’s STILL hard she’s so obsessed it’s SICK

You lean over and murmur, “You tellin’ them about the part where you begged me to knock you up?”

Cate gasps—scandalized, delighted—and smacks you with the back of her hand.

“Not yet!” she hisses.

Jordan:receipts??? NOW

Cate:sorry i can’t my alpha is right here and she just growled in my earif i disappear again it’s bc she knotted me into a coma

You snatch her phone and type:she asked me to xoxo the alpha

Marie:i’m sick i’m throwing up i’m crying

Emma:i’m going into heat out of pure SPITE

Cate giggles and grabs the phone back, burying her face in your chest.

“Why are you like this,” she mumbles, blushing.

“Because you’re cute when you brag,” you say, kissing the top of her head. “And you should brag. You survived my freakishly long rut. Not many omegas could handle it, y’know.”

Cate peeks up at her with a smug little grin. “Good thing I’m not like other omegas.”

You smile wide. “Damn right you’re not.”

Cate settles back down against you, the weight of the last week catching up with her in a wave. The room is warm, the bed smells like both of you, and for the first time in hours there’s no urgency—just the steady comfort of being tangled up together. Your breathing slows, your body relaxing under Cate’s cheek, and it’s easy to match your rhythm.

You’re half-asleep beside her, one hand resting low on Cate’s belly like it belongs there. And maybe it does. It certainly feels right—like something her body has been waiting for.

Cate’s eyes flutter lazily toward the ceiling.

She still feels full.

Not just fucked-full. Not just used-full. Not just knotted and leaking and sore.

No—this is something else. Something deeper. She feels claimed. Filled to the brim with heat and love and your cum. Her belly is soft, warm, a little bloated from all the hours she spent with her alpha locked inside her—and it makes her wonder.

Her fingers slide beneath her hoodie. Trace across her stomach.

What if?

She’s thought about it before, sure. Fantasized. Teased you with the idea. Whispered filthy things mid-heat about being bred and kept barefoot and pregnant, just to rile you up. But this time…

This time she means it.

“I feel so full,” she murmurs softly, not sure if you’re awake enough to hear.

But you are.

You hum, low in your chest. “Still leaking?”

Cate nods. “Yeah. But it’s not just that. I feel…” She hesitates, pressing her palm against her belly. “I feel different.”

Your breath stills.

“Like something’s changed?”

Cate nods again. “You filled me up so much, baby. I could feel you every time you came. I swear—I could feel it soaking into me.”

You roll onto your side, pulling her closer, your hand joining Cate’s over her stomach.

“I wanted it to take,” you whisper. “Even if we weren’t trying. I—I wanted it.”

Cate’s throat tightens. “Me too.”

You lie there in silence, hearts racing softly under the quiet.

“It hasn’t before,” Cate says after a beat. “All those times. All that knotting. But this one felt… different. Like…maybe—”

You kiss her, slow and reverent, like you’re scared to jinx it. “If it doesn’t take, we’ll keep trying.”

Cate smiles softly. “Think I’ll survive another week-long heat?”

You grin. “Not sure I will.”

Both of you laugh, muffled and sleepy, tucked under the covers like a secret.

But as Cate drifts off, her hand still resting on her lower belly, the thought stays with her.

What if I’m pregnant?What if she really did breed me this time?What if this wasn’t just another heat—what if this was the beginning of everything?

And honestly?

She hopes it is.

Cate's hands are shaking.

She told you she was running to the dining hall. She even put on makeup to sell the lie. But instead of going to grab smoothies, she detoured to the campus pharmacy and stood frozen in the feminine care aisle for a solid ten minutes before finally grabbing two different tests, just in case.

Now she’s barefoot, hoodie sleeves pulled over her hands, sitting on the closed toilet lid in her own dorm room while the test rests on the counter beside her. She didn’t even have the strength to look at it when the timer buzzed.

Her heart is pounding so hard she feels dizzy.

It hasn’t taken before.

Not the first time. Not the third. Not even after the double knot weekend over spring break when she was sure she’d been bred.

And you had never said it, but Cate knew. Each time it didn’t happen, her alpha had curled a little more tightly around her in bed. Like you could feel Cate’s disappointment radiating through her skin.

But this time? This time was different. Six days locked in heat. You leaking cum inside her with every knot. Cate begging for it. Wanting it. Needing it.

She can still feel it. The fullness. The ache. The hum in her chest every time she rests a hand on her belly like it might be sacred.

“Okay,” she whispers, standing up on legs that feel like twigs. “Okay, okay, okay—”

She crosses the room. Picks up the stick.

Looks.

And—

Positive.Clear as day. Two perfect pink lines.

Cate goes completely still.

She doesn’t gasp. Doesn’t cry. Just stares.

Like she’s trying to commit this exact feeling—this moment—to memory. The air in the room. The way the sunlight hits the countertop. The sound of her own heartbeat racing in her ears.

Then—softly, barely audible—

“Oh my god.”

It takes a second before it really hits. But when it does, it comes in waves.

Tears well in her eyes. Her lips part. Her hand trembles as she sets the test down like it’s something holy.

She presses both palms to her belly, flat and soft, still untouched by anything visible—but something’s in there now.

She’s pregnant.

Your baby is growing inside her.

“Alpha,” she whispers, voice trembling. “You did it. You got me pregnant.”

The realization is too much. She sinks to the floor in a heap of hoodie and bare legs, crying quiet, happy tears.

And she knows—somewhere, two floors above—you have no idea that the dream you both only whispered about between heat-fueled kisses is real now.

Cate wipes her cheeks, breathing shaky but steadying.

“She’s gonna lose her mind.”

She sits there for maybe thirty seconds, staring at the little plastic stick on the counter, before she’s already up and moving. Shoes half on, hair a mess, phone forgotten on the bathroom sink. The test gets wrapped in tissue and tucked into her hoodie pocket like something precious, her fingers curling around it the whole way down the hall.

She doesn’t even text. Doesn’t think. Just goes.

Every step makes her heart race faster, each one carrying her closer to the girl who unknowingly just changed her life.

The door to your dorm room clicks shut behind her.

Cate’s heart is pounding so hard she feels dizzy all over again—but it’s a good dizzy. A glowing, floating kind of dizzy, like her whole body is made of sunlight and nerves and love.

She crosses the room quietly, slipping out of her shoes. Your bed is a half-tangled mess of sheets and blankets, your bare legs sprawled out over the comforter. You’re on your stomach, arm curled under the pillow, hair a chaotic halo. Your hoodie’s riding up your back. Your cheeks are sleep-flushed.

Cate stops just short of the bed and watches you for a second—her beautiful, exhausted, perfect alpha—and whispers softly:

“Hey, baby.”

You stir, blinking open one bleary eye. Your voice is hoarse and half-mumbled into the pillow.

“Cate?”

“Hi,” Cate says, biting her lip. “Didn’t mean to wake you. I just—can I come under?”

You grunt, immediately scooting over and lifting the blanket. “Always.”

Cate crawls in.

She’s careful, slow, settling herself under the covers with her knees tucked up and her body curled toward your chest. The second she’s in place, you wrap yourself around her without question—instinctive, protective, still more wolf than girl in this hour of the morning.

Cate tucks her face into your neck.

You kiss her hair. “You smell good.”

“I brought you something,” Cate whispers.

You’re still half-asleep. “Mm?”

Cate reaches into her pocket and pulls it out—the test, wrapped in a tissue, cradled like something precious. She hesitates, fingers trembling again, then slides it gently into your hand.

“What’s this?” you mumble, sitting up slightly.

Cate watches.

Waits.

You blink.

Look down at the test. See the lines.

Stop breathing.

The silence stretches for a beat. Two. Cate’s heart pounds in her throat.

“Cate.” Your voice breaks.

Cate bites her lip, nodding fast, eyes already filling again. “I took it this morning. I—I didn’t wanna get my hopes up but it’s real, baby, I swear. I’m pregnant. It took.”

You stare at the test like you’re not sure if you’re dreaming.

Then you lunge.

Wrap Cate up so tightly she gasps, pull her into your lap, crush her against your chest. Her whole body is shaking.

“You’re sure?” you whisper, voice wrecked. “You’re really—?”

Cate nods, eyes spilling. “You did it, alpha. You got me pregnant.”

Your hands splay over her stomach like they’re drawn there magnetically. “Oh my god. Cate. We’re—we’re having a baby?”

Cate laughs through her tears. “You sound so surprised.”

“I thought we had time,” you breath, still stunned, still holding her like she might float away. “I thought—I didn’t know I’d already done it—”

Cate leans forward, presses your foreheads together.

“You bred me so deep,” she whispers, smiling. “There wasn’t any room left. You think I’d not get pregnant after that?”

You let out a half-sob, half-laugh. You’re already crying. Already kissing her all over. Your hands don’t leave Cate’s belly.

“Fuck,” you say softly. “You’re carrying my pup.”

Cate hums, tearful and happy and full in every sense of the word.

“I really am.”

Now Cate’s tucked under the blankets, curled on her side with one hand pressed to her lower belly. She’s barely showing, of course—it’s day one—but her body already feels different. Heavier. More precious.

And you haven't stopped looking at her.

You’re sitting up, one arm braced behind Cate’s shoulders, the other resting reverently on her stomach. Your thumb brushes slow circles over the soft skin there, like you can feel the life beginning inside.

“You’re staring,” Cate says, amused.

“You’re pregnant,” you whisper like it’s a spell. “You’re literally carrying my child. I’m allowed to stare.”

Cate blushes, tucks her cheek into the pillow. “You’re gonna make me cry again.”

You lean down and kiss her temple. Then her jaw. Then her shoulder. “Good. I want you to feel everything.”

“You’re being weirdly romantic.”

“I’m in love with you and you’re having my baby, of course I’m weird.”

Cate giggles. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love me.”

“I do.” Cate sighs, eyes fluttering shut. “More than anything. Even when you completely ruin my body with rut knots.”

You let out a warm, deep laugh and start pressing kisses to her belly.

Cate squirms. “I’m not even showing yet!”

“I don’t care. I’m kissing it anyway.” You kiss lower. “Hey, little thing,” you murmurs against her skin. “I’m your mom—or…dad?—or whatever. Can’t wait to meet you.”

Cate’s eyes fill again. “Baby…”

You look up, eyes shining.

“I’m calling out,” you say softly. “No class. No combat training. No nothing.”

Cate raises a brow. “So you’re just gonna stay here and dote on me for nine months?”

You smirk. “I was gonna make breakfast. But now that you mention it…”

Cate laughs so hard she has to curl into her hoodie.

Breakfast turns out to be a questionable stack of over-buttered toast, two scrambled eggs that might have been cooked in pure cream, and a mug of tea so sweet Cate jokes she’s getting a cavity just smelling it. But she eats every bite anyway, because her alpha made it, and because you watch her the whole time like you’re making sure your omega is properly fed.

By the time the plates are pushed aside, Cate’s legs are draped over your lap and you’ve pulled your laptop into bed with you, balancing it on a pillow with a baby name list open. Cate keeps rejecting every suggestion with narrowed eyes.

“No naming our daughter after a tree,” she says flatly. “I am not giving birth to a Juniper.’”

You grin, sipping your tea. “Okay, fine. What about something musical? Melody? Aria?”

Cate scrunches her nose. “I’m not birthing a Spotify playlist either.”

“Wow. High standards, mama.”

Cate hides her flustered face. “Don’t call me that.”

“Why not?” You lean in. “You are one now. My omega. My pretty little mama.”

Cate nearly spills her tea.

“God, you’re gonna ruin me again.”

“Give me ten minutes to finish my tea,” you deadpan.

Cate hurls a throw pillow at you.

You both dissolve into giggles, tangled in warm blankets and sunlight and possibility.

Eventually, Cate ends up tucked under your arm, her cheek resting against her alpha’s bare chest while you continue scrolling lazily through the baby name list on your laptop. Cate isn’t even paying attention anymore—she’s too wrapped up in the steady rise and fall of your breathing, the warmth of your skin, the safe weight of your arm around her. One hand idly plays with the hem of your boxers, brushing over the elastic without thinking, just enjoying the contact.

“I want them to have my eyes,” Cate murmurs, eyes fluttering shut. “But your freckles. And your stupid messy hair.”

You hum, stroking your fingers through Cate’s hair. “I want them to have your laugh. And your big mouth.”

“Excuse me—”

“And your smartass comebacks. And your stubborn little omega glare.”

Cate grins against your chest. “That’s fair.”

“I hope they’re strong like you,” you add softly. “Kind. Fierce.”

Cate looks up at you. “They will be. Because they’ll have you.”

You kiss her, slow and sweet and endless.

And when you both fall asleep again—full bellies, warm hands, heartbeats in sync—there’s nothing but peace.

Just two girls in love.

And the tiniest beginning of a third heartbeat, fluttering quietly between you.