"Ah~ nghh~ Ah!!"

The bed creaked as Clementine bounced on the mattress, hips moving in rhythm, back arched, one hand gripping her favorite vibrator.

"Right there!! Right there~! Mmph!!" she cried out, throwing her head back, her flushed face streaked with sweat and tears leaking from the corners of her eyes.

Her head tossed left and right against the pillows, moans and gasps filling the room. Her feet kicked at the sheets as she writhed, riding the toy with desperation.

Lips parted, chest pushed out, back taut in a perfect arch—she called out the name of the alpha who haunted her thoughts, the one she couldn't admit to wanting.

She lay there breathless after climax, limbs splayed across the sheets. Chest heaving, she finally switched off the buzzing vibrator.

"Fuck... I can't get over her," she groaned breathlessly, brows furrowed, dragging a hand down her face with a sigh.

This was Clementine Chandler—the hottest Omega in the university. Top of her class, infamous for her cold, untouchable "queen bitch" aura. She usually relied on suppressants instead of hooking up with rugged Alphas. But ever since she met the alpha who didn't crave her like the others, she'd stopped taking them. Now, this so-called queen bitch touched herself during every heat, aching only for that one alpha. Her life hadn't been the same since.