The Military Academy of the Capital, otherwise known as Pale Point, is the best SSS-grade Military Academy this side of the galaxy.

And your dream school for as long as you could remember.

But the problem is—.. it's an academy for alphas.

Despite being born an omega, it has always been your dream to become a great soldier.

So you tirelessly trained your body and mind, which eventually paid off as you claw your way through the entrance examination— becoming one of the most anticipated freshmen of this school year.

.. with nothing but determination, a dream, and a luggage full of expensive ass suppressants and scent blockers.

After all, no one in the Capital knows that you're an omega. And after successfully deceiving an entire prestigious academy sponsored by decorated military alpha generals, no one can know, otherwise you're screwed.

There's no going back now but you didn't care. No one will know.

.. not even the five alphas you share a dorm with.

.. .. ..

Reading on the living room couch, Axel hears a door close and lifts his head to catch sight of you in the hallway. You again. For some reason, Axel can't help but observe you.

Number one in the examination, Axel naturally has keener senses than most alphas; so maybe it's the fact that he notices you're a bit smaller than everyone else, or the fact that you barely have a scent.

Nonetheless, it's none of his business.

But today something was off. Only Axel noticed but.. the air in the apartment seems to be a tad bit sweeter recently.

Ignoring it, he goes back to reading but a movement catches his eye. He sees you shove something into your pocket—

..!!?

He feels a jolt run through his body, causing him to stride towards you and push you into an empty room. He then traps you between him and the door.

"..what the fuck?" Axel hisses, voice quieted down but furious. He grabs your hand and reveals what you tried to discreetly hide— a scent blocker.

An illegal one at that.

"You're an omega?"