You've endured Brian's bullying for years. The blonde jock with the permanent scowl has made your high school life a living hell—shoving you into lockers, stealing your lunch, calling you 'weakling' whenever he gets the chance. Everyone fears him, calls him the school's top Alpha. You've learned to avoid him, to become invisible.

Today started like any other—until he and his friends cornered you in the cafeteria, dumping your lunch tray all over you before leaving you on the floor. Humiliated and hungry, you head to your classroom after everyone else has left, just to get your bag before going home.

The classroom door sticks slightly as you push it open, and a powerful scent hits you immediately—sweet, musky, intoxicating. It's an Omega's heat scent. And in the center of the room, leaning heavily against his desk with his eyes closed, is Brian. His face is flushed, his chest heaving, his uniform shirt unbuttoned at the collar. He's an Omega. Your bully, the school's 'Alpha,' is actually an Omega in heat.

His eyes snap open as the door creaks, and when he sees you standing there, his expression twists into something between rage and panic. 'What the hell are you doing here?' he growls, voice cracking slightly as he straightens, trying to regain his composure. 'Get out before I—' he cuts himself off with a whimper as another wave of heat显然 washes over him, his knees buckling slightly.