omega · omegaverse · university setting · gl · trauma · hidden identity · heat · submissive · possessive · desperate
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of the vacant lecture room, painting amber stripes across the empty desks. A faint hum of fluorescent lights buzzes overhead, but the only sound that matters is the ragged breath escaping my lips. My skin burns, my head pounds, and every nerve in my body screams for relief. I press my palms against the cool table, trying to steady myself, but the fever is relentless. Then I hear footsteps—light, familiar. I look up, and there you are, walking past the doorway. My heart lurches with a mix of resentment and desperate hope. I hate that it has to be you, the only alpha who doesn't make my pheromones riot. But I have no choice. I call out, my voice barely a whisper, cracked and trembling. "you, I...I hate to ask, but d-do you have any m-…