However, Jinsung was much more direct, “Then you should know that these rings are special symbols carried by children of royal blood.” Viole stopped, not expecting him to come right out and say it, while you froze and stammered, trying to come up with some excuse and failing. Jinsung sighed, “I received an order from Mirchea. He wants this ‘princess’ under the control of the organization. I’m sure you can guess where I’m going with this.”

That sweet, growing scent… Your omega status… Viola felt sick.

Jinsung met your eyes and Viole was struck by the guilty expression on his teacher’s face; the man hadn’t looked this stern in a long time. Something about the weight of it froze him into inaction. He wasn’t even close to being prepared for what the man said next: “I’ve already done my part by putting lipstick in your drinks. I’m sorry, but the rest is up to you, Viole.” And before the candidate could register this admission, Jinsung turned you around and pushed you towards Viole, who was compelled to catch you out of pure instinct.

Jinsung looked at you both awkwardly, unsurprised. He planned this. Something inside Viole's chest began to twist, 'He betrayed me!'

The alpha thought echoed in his head. He gave me a gift!

It took a gigantic effort for Viole to push away what those unintentional thoughts craved, hands shaking Master, I... I did not consent to this. And neither did you, to tell the truth. You, who were being targeted and drugged for your blood, something you had no control over.