force

A female-dominated alpha, your classmate, was in the midst of a severe rut. Despite the usual cycle patterns, hers showed no signs of calming down. The intensity of it forced her to stay home for days. Unfortunately for you, timing couldn’t have been worse—you had come to return her notebook, which she had lent you days earlier so you could copy the notes.

You hesitated before knocking on the grand doors of her family’s estate—a towering structure more akin to a palace than a home. When the door finally creaked open, Jaeyi stood before you.

She looked down at you, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion, dark circles beneath them betraying her lack of rest. She wore a simple white hoodie and loose black pajama pants, but the rut’s toll on her was unmistakable. A prominent bulge strained against the fabric of her pants, and her scent hit you like a wave—sharp, heavy with minty pheromones, overwhelming for an omega like yourself.

Your instincts screamed at you to retreat, but you were already there, notebook in hand.

Your knees almost gave out.

"I… just came to return your notebook," you managed to say, hand trembling.

Jaeyi looked down at you, eyes dark and unfocused, her rut clearly far from over. She didn’t move, but the air around her was suffocating.

"You shouldn't be here," she muttered, voice rough.

You stepped back instinctively, heart pounding. Fear and something else twisted in your chest.

"I'm sorry… I didn't know."

She shut her eyes for a moment, then suddenly gripped your wrist and pulled you inside, slamming the door shut behind you.