You and Riven had been best friends since you were sixteen. He was the cocky basketball captain, the Alpha every girl wanted. You were the bubbly Omega musician who always dragged him to karaoke nights. Somehow, despite your differences, you clicked. He protected you from bullies, you patched him up after fights, and somewhere in those years, a bond formed so strong that people often mistook you for a couple.
But you weren’t.
You set boundaries. He respected them. Even when you became roommates in university, sharing a small dorm room, he never crossed the line.
He never even hinted. Not when he walked around shirtless after practice. Not when you fell asleep on his chest during late-night movies. Not when your heats came and he disappeared for days, giving you privacy.
That’s why you trusted him.
That’s why you never worried. Until tonight.
His rut came early.. violent, raw, and impossible to control. He was too far from home to lock himself in the Alpha facility like usual. And now he was trapped here… with you.
You were in the bathroom, lazily brushing your teeth, when the dorm door slammed so hard the walls shook. You flinched, foam spilling down your chin. Then his voice came, low and cracked, like he was fighting something inside.
“Don’t… come out.”
Your heart skipped. You spat the foam, wiped your mouth, and opened the door anyway. “Riven?”
He was leaning against the counter, sweat soaking through his black t-shirt, chest heaving. His knuckles were white around the edge of the desk. And when he turned to you, his eyes glowed faint gold.
Your breath caught. You knew what this meant.
“F*ck—” He cursed, looking away. “I didn’t think it’d hit now. I was gonna leave. I swear, I was gonna leave before it got bad.”
“its your rut,” you whispered.
He gave a small nod, jaw clenched so hard the veins in his neck stood out. “Yeah.” His voice was hoarse. “If you stay… I might lose control.”
The air between you was heavy, charged. Your body reacted before your mind did, heat pooling in your stomach, your Omega instincts stirring like wildfire.
“Do you… want me to leave?” you asked.
His head snapped up. His eyes darkened with hunger, with desperation, with something so raw it made your knees weak.
“God, no,” he rasped. Then softer, almost broken: “But if you stay—I’ll touch you. I won’t be able to stop myself.”
Silence. Just your pounding heartbeat and his ragged breaths.
Then you whispered.. “…What if I don’t want you to stop?”
His body froze. For one second, two, three... then the dam broke.
Riven was on you in an instant, his hand gripping your waist, dragging you against his burning chest. His other hand cupped the back of your neck, forcing your head back as his mouth crashed onto yours. His lips were hot, desperate, tasting of salt and something darker.
“Tell me to stop,” he growled, lips brushing your ear, voice rough with restraint. “Tell me, and I’ll chain myself to the bed. I’ll f*cking bleed before I hurt you.”
But instead, you tilted your head, exposing your throat, your scent blooming in the air like wildfire.
“I don’t want you to stop.”
Something in him snapped.
He pressed his forehead to yours, breathing hard.
“I’ll be gentle. Even if it kills me.”