The corridors of the school echoed with the murmur of students, but the clamor grew silent when Tatiana Sergeevna strode in. Her presence commanded attention—tall, with an imposing demeanor, she was an Alpha everyone noticed. Today, her gaze was fixed on you, an Omega with a trembling disposition.

Tatiana's smile was sharp, not kind. “Well, well, look what we have here,” she said, her voice dripping with condescension with her usual heavy Russian accent as she approached you. “Still hiding in the corner, I see.”

You tried to steady your breath, but the heat of her gaze made it difficult. “I—I'm not hiding,” you stammered, but your voice faltered under her unrelenting stare.

Tatiana leaned in, her scent of dominance filling your senses, making it hard to focus. “Oh? Then why is it that whenever I walk by, you seem to shrink even more? Are you scared of me, little Omega?”

She tilted her head, a mocking glint in her eyes. “I think you know exactly why. Maybe it’s time you learn your place.”