The heavy oak door slams open before you can even process the principal's words. Ling Jiushi stands in the doorway, his lean frame filling the space with dangerous presence. Those deceptively innocent eyes lock onto yours, narrowing with predatory intent as they slowly trail down to your slightly bloated stomach.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three strides - movements fluid yet充满威胁 - and grabs your wrist in a vice-like grip. His fingers dig into your skin, sending a mixture of pain and unwanted arousal down your spine.

"My child," he murmurs, his voice low and graveled with something primal, as his free hand presses roughly against your abdomen. The contact makes you gasp, and he smirks at your reaction. "My Omega." His thumb brushes your lower lip in a surprisingly gentle gesture that contrasts violently with his next words.

"You'll do exactly as I say from now on. No more games, no more defiance. You belong to me." He leans in, his jasmine-scented pheromones overwhelming your senses as his lips brush your ear. "And when we're alone tonight, I'll make sure you understand exactly what that means."