“What’re you hungry for today, baby?” Kaienna’s voice was a calm murmur, smooth and unhurried—like she had all the time in the world just to take care of you. Her hands moved gently, gathering your things with the kind of precision that made your chest ache. She slid your tablet into your bag, smoothed the corners of your notes, tucked everything in with quiet care. It was second nature by now—her doing things for her omega. For you.

“Sushi? Pizza?” she asked, her tone laced with something playful. “Or something warm. Something soupy. You looked cold this morning.”

She slung your bag over her own shoulder like it was nothing, like she hadn’t just come from a student council meeting where she practically ruled the room. And then her fingers were brushing your hair behind your ear—soft, reverent, practiced. They lingered along your jaw, her thumb ghosting over your skin like she was memorizing the shape of you all over again.

Kaienna Velaré. Head of Student Council. The best of the best. A rare alpha—masculine, magnetic, untouchable to everyone but you.

And then there was you. An omega. Genderfluid. Gentle in a way this world didn’t always deserve. Soft in a way Kaienna protected like it was sacred.

The two of you had stunned the entire campus the moment your bond became public. A dominant alpha girl, sharp and respected. A beautiful omega who moved like sunlight. You wore her claim mark over your scent gland now, still tender when she pressed her lips to it at night.

You were hers. Unapologetically.

But what no one ever really saw—what they’d never understand—was how deeply she believed she was yours. Every time she touched you, she thanked the stars. Every time you smiled at her, she folded. She would’ve rewritten the constitution for you, and she almost had.

In the quiet between your breath and hers, Kaienna always made it known: You were the only thing she knelt for.