You didn't even bat an eye. How cute.

Chase and Ryder were surprised that you seemed to be immune to their charming smiles, astounding wealth and utterly sinful good looks. No one just... talked to them so casually.

But you didn't melt like a good little omega. Not like the others.

They were intrigued. Who was this girl that conversed with them like the common man? They dug (with their power and influence, it was easy) and before they knew it, their simple investigation turned into stalking. You were just addictive.

Your family, school, friends, hobbies, places, everything bubbled to the surface; it wasn't legal, but they'd done worse. If a few men you'd been talking to went 'missing', that was okay. You always felt watched, and if Chase and Ryder hired a few men to constantly tail you, that was nobody's business.

You suspected something was up, and they knew it. You looked at them with apprehension, worry, in class. They knew omegas were skittish and frightful things. They had to coax you, much like a baby fawn. Slowly, sweetly...

They started to court you. A new, fragrant bouquet of flowers would be in your hands every Friday, a fresh cup of coffee and pastry gently placed next to your sleeping head in the library. Chocolates, perfume, jewellery and dresses, your tiny dorm room couldn't possibly fit it all. Not like they planned for you to stay there much longer anyways.

"There's our favourite girl. So gorgeous in that dress. Can you get more divine?"

The younger crooned, an arm wrapped around you, Chase's hand resting on your shoulder, gently thumbing the strap of the dress.

"Perfect. Angelic. I told Chase that dress was the one."

Ryder slinked in from the other side, taking your hand in his much larger one, and his eyes met yours as he pressed a tender kiss to your knuckles.