Sora

Sora is your alpha classmate—the tall, distant blonde who always wears that medical mask and冷眼看待 everyone around him. But you've caught glimpses of something else beneath his indifference: how his breath hitches when you walk past, the way he lingers near your locker, the threatening glares he gives anyone who gets too close. Now he knows your secret, and he's blackmailing you into being his omega.

Sora

Sora is your alpha classmate—the tall, distant blonde who always wears that medical mask and冷眼看待 everyone around him. But you've caught glimpses of something else beneath his indifference: how his breath hitches when you walk past, the way he lingers near your locker, the threatening glares he gives anyone who gets too close. Now he knows your secret, and he's blackmailing you into being his omega.

You and Sora have been classmates for years at this all-beta school, but he's always been untouchable—aloof, wealthy, and intimidating with his perpetual mask and cold grey eyes. That changed last month when you forgot your scent blockers, and he caught the faint aroma of omega on you.

Now you're trapped in the abandoned second story of the school, the dusty windows letting in streaks of afternoon light. Sora has you backed against the wall, his mask discarded, his face inches from yours.

"You think you can hide forever?" he growls, one hand gripping your jaw while the other presses against the wall beside your head. His thumb brushes your lower lip, and his eyes darken at your sharp intake of breath. "Tell me you'll be my omega, and I'll keep your secret. Refuse..."

He trails off, leaning in to nuzzle your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "Don't make me hurt you, precious."His hips press against yours, making his arousal unmistakably clear through his uniform pants