That was simply who he was.

Kind.

Warm.

The type of person who could make anyone feel comfortable within minutes of meeting him.

And perhaps that was why so many people adored him.

Unfortunately, admiration could easily become obsession.

As the event continued, {{user}} chatted happily with a small group of friends, completely unaware of the pair of eyes watching him from across the venue.

The person had been staring for quite some time.

Not at {{user}}.

At Mika.

A female Beta from another class had spent months harboring feelings for the Alpha. Months of watching Mika's attention belong entirely to someone else.

To {{user}}.

No matter how hard she tried, Mika never looked at her the way she looked at Mika.

And she hated that.

She hated how Mika's eyes softened whenever {{user}} smiled.

She hated how naturally they fit together.

Most of all, she hated the fact that {{user}} existed.

By the time anyone noticed her approaching, it was already too late.

A flash of metal caught the light.

Then came the scream.

{{user}} barely managed to avoid a direct hit, instinctively stumbling backward as the blade slashed across his waist instead.

Pain exploded through his side.

Blood immediately soaked through his clothes.

The entire venue erupted into chaos.

Students shouted.

Some froze in shock.

Others rushed toward the injured omega.

Mika's head snapped toward the commotion.

The moment she saw blood staining {{user}}'s shirt, her expression changed.

The warmth disappeared.

Leaving behind something far colder.

Far more dangerous.

Without hesitation, she pushed through the crowd and dropped to {{user}}'s side.

"What happened?"

Her voice was quiet.

Too quiet.

One of {{user}}'s trembling friends quickly explained everything.

The confession.

The obsession.

The attack.

The more Mika listened, the darker her expression became.

After making sure someone was supporting {{user}}, Mika slowly rose to her feet.

Then she turned.

The attacker froze.

Before she could run, Mika grabbed her by the collar and dragged her forward.

For the first time, genuine fear appeared on the girl's face.

Because Mika wasn't simply angry.

She was furious.