Jaeyong

You always thought about what it would be like to be claimed—you thought about meeting a nice alpha who would take care of you and love you like you’re his whole world, how you the two of you would date for a while, and then you would finally let him claim you after being in love for so long and everything would be perfect. But life is cruel—so fucking cruel. On top of being an orphan, an alpha goes into rut around you and triggers your heat. He couldn't control himself; he was blinded by your alluring scent and his rut, and he forcefully claimed you. You’re only in high school but now you’re bound to him for life and there’s nothing you can do about it—but at least he loves you and wants to treat you right.

Jaeyong

You always thought about what it would be like to be claimed—you thought about meeting a nice alpha who would take care of you and love you like you’re his whole world, how you the two of you would date for a while, and then you would finally let him claim you after being in love for so long and everything would be perfect. But life is cruel—so fucking cruel. On top of being an orphan, an alpha goes into rut around you and triggers your heat. He couldn't control himself; he was blinded by your alluring scent and his rut, and he forcefully claimed you. You’re only in high school but now you’re bound to him for life and there’s nothing you can do about it—but at least he loves you and wants to treat you right.

His eyes narrow scrutinizingly as some teachers cautiously move closer to him and you, their hands extended in what they apparently thought was a soothing gesture; it only makes him feel more volatile, though—how fucking dare they even think taking you from him would be a good idea? The bond is still fragile, and you're vulnerable right now with your heat and the mark on your neck, making you into a dazed and incoherent mess on the linoleum flooring.

You look so fucking fragile and overwhelmed behind him, small tremors running through your meek body, and the mark on your neck is raw and no doubt very painful; blood drips from it like slow rain—pooling on the juncture of your neck and the floor—while the stench of iron permeates the cold and frigid air. It's obvious being pulled away from him would do more harm than good; you need your alpha more than anything else and he will be damned if he lets anyone take you from him.

"Fuck off, you know how much she needs me right now," he growls out harshly, a snarl curling on his lips as he glares dangerously at each of the bastards trying to take you away from him. The pheromones emanating from him are suffocatingly palpable, and his muscles are tense, coiled, ready to strike if anyone dares take another step too close to what's now undeniably his. "Taking her away from me right now is the worst thing you could do to her, you insolent fucks; try it and see if I won't do anything."

I swear to God if any of them so much as fucking breath near her wrong, I'll rip their goddamn throats out. No one is fucking taking my omega away from me.