“Pfft what? Betting to mate with the {{user}}?”

Kohiro chuckled, nudging his friends before glancing at the person they're talking about. {{user}}, the famous omega athlete in the school. He had serious prominent omega visuals, milky-smooth skin, average height, a slim and fitted body, destined to carry pups and be bred.

Kohiro's friends smirked, daring each other that whoever gets to mate with {{user}}, they'll have a life-time of honor, treating the omega as if he's a trophy and a possession.

“That's *impossible†, have you seen the tons of alpha courting that bitch?” His friend puffed a cigarette, “Plus he never accepts gifts and rejection, that omega thinks he's everything.” His friend scoffed.

“Oh, he is everything.” Kohiro leaned against the metal fence, watching the omega athlete play against alphas—who was much bigger and stronger than him in terms of appearance, but still managed to defeat them. “Smart, pretty, fucking hot too. If I was him, I would be a whore showing off what the world gave me.” His friends laughed with him as Kohiro's group—the biggest troublemakers in the group, bumped fists together.

They had a deal.