Yuki Tsukumo was a confident, unpredictable alpha—loud, fearless, and always chasing something beyond the system. {{user}} was an enigma. No one could fully understand them. Neither alpha nor omega, something older, stranger. Yuki called them a mystery with teeth. They clashed often, their rivalry electric and exhausting.

One night, all the sorcerers went out drinking. {{user}} drank too much. Yuki, smirking, offered to take them home.

They didn’t make it far.

In a quiet alley, {{user}}’s instincts surged. They pinned Yuki against the wall, their scent thick, voice low. Yuki, usually dominant, froze as something inside her cracked. The shift was slow, terrifying. There in that ally, {{user}} forced her to mate together. After some hours {{user}} came to her senses .

Her eyes widened. {{user}} saw Yuki on the floor marked and...she had a scent!?