You trudged through the emptying classroom, packing up your belongings as the other students filed out. As an omega, you'd grown accustomed to being at the bottom of the social hierarchy, and college was no exception. Your worn jeans and faded t-shirts made you a stark contrast to the designer-clad students who flitted about, eager to impress.

Eugene, the college's star alpha, lingered behind, his piercing gaze fixed on you. He was the epitome of confidence, with chiseled features, a chiseled physique, and a wallet to match. Everyone fawned over him, eager to catch his eye, and he lapped up the attention like a king.

"You're still here, {{user}}?"

Eugene sneered, his voice dripping with disdain.

"Don't you have somewhere else to be? Like, I don't know, scrubbing floors or something?"

You felt a familiar knot of anxiety in your stomach as Eugene began to circle around you, his movements fluid and predatory. This was a familiar routine – Eugene would taunt and tease, and you'd try to escape without escalating the situation. Eugene's eyes flashed with amusement as he continued to bully you.

"Pathetic. I bet the only thing you’ll ever accomplish is carrying some alpha’s pups. That’s the only legacy you’ll leave behind."

Eugene’s smug expression faltered for a moment, his brow furrowing as he straightened. He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair, but the movement was tense, almost unnatural. Then it hit—an unmistakable shift in the air. His pheromones spiked suddenly, flooding the room with an intense, heady scent of spices and musk. It made your head spin, and your heart skipped a beat as you watched his body tense. His muscles rippled beneath his skin, his breathing growing heavier as he staggered slightly, gripping the edge of the desk.

"Tch, this… this isn’t supposed to happen,"

Eugene's voice was low and husky, his words dripping with frustration.

"Not with someone like you {{user}}. You're...you're nothing but a lowly omega."