Mag-log inI practically fly up each step of the stairs, desperate to catch up to him before it's too late.
When I burst out of the building, I see dozens of students gathered together, each clutching the same dark red box he'd been given.
I can see the mix of sorrow, anxiety, and terror in their eyes. They hold their boxes tight against their chests, as if praying that whatever waits for them outside will be bearable enough to live through.
I tear my eyes away from the crowd and scan the sea of faces looking for Sandro.
Panic starts to rise in my chest when I can't spot him anywhere. I slow down, about to ask one of the selected students, then I catch sight of him near the back of the group.
A wave of relief washes over me, and I move quickly to reach him.
"SANDRO!" I shout, and he turns at the sound of my voice.
He looks at me, confusion clear in his eyes. "W-what are you doing here?" he asks as I finally reach him.
"Don't," I say firmly, making him raise an eyebrow in confusion.
"What are you talking about—"
"I SAID DON'T FUCKING GO!" I yell, and every eye in the crowd turns to stare at us.
"Klein—"
"Come on. I'll help you get out of this."
"They won't let you do anything—"
"AND WHO THE FUCK CARES?!" I snap, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the group.
At first, I think we might get away with it, all the guards are busy organizing the selected Omegas. But I'm wrong...
"WHERE ARE YOU TWO GOING?!!" a voice booms through the air, making us freeze in our tracks.
"Fuck!" I curse under my breath, yanking Sandro's hand as we both take off running.
"STOP RIGHT THERE!" the guard roars behind us.
I don't bother looking back, pushing us to run faster as I hold Sandro's hand tight in mine.
If only we could shift into our wolf forms escaping would be so much easier. But this damned university makes us wear silver bracelets we can't break, just to keep us from transforming.
"Klein! You're only getting yourself into more trouble!" Sandro calls out from behind me.
"And that's exactly why they call me the rebellious Omega!" I shoot back.
"Just let me go already, Klein! I've accepted my fate!"
"FUCK THAT FATE!" I shout, glancing back at him for a split second before we turn toward the right wing of the campus.
"GET BACK HERE!!" the guards yell again, their footsteps getting closer.
Sandro and I push our legs even harder, running until we turn toward the back of the buildings.
"There's nowhere left for us to go, Klein," he pants. "Even if we keep running, they'll catch us and punish us anyway."
"That's exactly what I'm counting on!" I say. "If they punish us badly enough, they won't make you go to that auction. They'll beat us within an inch of our lives instead!"
I don't hear any response from Sandro behind me, so we keep running, but just as we're about to round the corner toward the back of the office building, a massive wolf blocks our path. Sandro and I skid to a stop immediately.
"Trying to cause trouble again, are we?"
Fuck! It's the Dean's Beta!
"Move! Head for the right side, Sandro!" I shout, already getting into a fighting stance.
"What?!" he yells back, stunned.
"I SAID RUN!"
"Are you out of your mind?! You can't fight a Beta on your own!"
"JUST FUCKING GO!" I scream again, my eyes locked on the wolf in front of us.
"N-No! I'm not leaving you alone!" Sandro shouts and that's when I turn to look at him.
I'm about to curse him out for being so stubborn, but I whip my head back toward the front when I hear him scream: "LOOK OUT!"
But it was already too late to dodge the Beta's massive claws slammed into me, sending my body flying through the air.
"KLEIN!" Sandro screams, moving to help me up but the Beta grabs him by the scruff of his neck before he can take another step. "Let me go, you bastard!" Sandro struggles against his grip, thrashing wildly.
"You think causing trouble will get you out of the auction? That was a foolish mistake, Omega." The Beta's wolf lets out a low growl before hurling Sandro's body to the ground like a rag doll.
I watch in horror as Sandro hits the wall first, his back slamming against the stone before he crumples to the pavement below. He spits out a mouthful of blood, his face pale with pain.
"FUCK!" I curse, pushing myself up but my legs shake violently beneath me. After what feels like an eternity, I manage to stand and stumble toward him.
"Is this how it ends for us?" Sandro whispers as I reach his side.
"Stop saying that!" I snap, sliding my arm under his shoulder to help him up. "Get on your feet!"
But before we can even straighten up, the Beta's voice rumbles from behind us "Since you're so determined to cause trouble... maybe we should just put an end to this right here."
The moment he says it, I move fast positioning myself in front of Sandro to face the Beta head-on.
"What's this? Trying to play hero now?" the Beta sneers, and rage burns hot in my chest. "The rebellious Omega who never cared about anyone or anything... now protecting his little friend—"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, BASTARD!" I roared, charging at him without a second thought, even though I know I don't stand a chance.
> "Fuck this damn restraining bracelet!" Keno's voice thunders in my head, just as furious as I am. He can't take over to help me fight, trapped by the silver around my wrist.
"KLEIN!!" Sandro's scream rings in my ears as a powerful punch connects with my stomach.
I stagger backward, coughing up blood. I don't even have time to recover before the Beta slams his fist into my face, sending me flying once more.
I hit the hard ground face-first. Pain shoots through every nerve in my body, and my vision starts to blur at the edges.
"KLEIN!"
I force my head up just enough to see Sandro fighting against two guards holding him down. Tears stream down his face as he begs and struggles to get to me, until one of the guards punches him in the stomach, dropping him to his knees.
"Don't... hurt... h-him..."
Those are the last words I manage to get out before everything fades to black.
"Ahh... ahhh... slow down..." my helpless moans echoed softly, trembling in the tight space as Lysander’s massive length steadily drove in and out of my hole. Every single thrust was deep, unrelenting, and overwhelming, burning through my senses until I could barely think straight."F-fuck... slow down, will you?!" I almost screamed at him, but the panic hit me instantly. I slammed both of my hands over my mouth, suddenly remembering that we weren't alone in this building—there were still ordinary people walking around just outside our cubicle.I’m terrified they might hear us. Fuck!.How in the hell did I end up trapped in a fucked-up situation like this?!Just a little while ago, I was simply trying on the clothes they picked out for me in the fitting room. And now? Now I was completely trapped between these twin Alphas, getting fucked like there was no tomorrow.I knew what I was supposed to do. I should be pushing them away with all the strength I had left. I should be scream
"Klein, are you okay?" Gerald asked softly from beside me.I was sitting in silence inside a high-end clothing boutique while the twin Alphas and their two Betas browsed through rack after rack of designer outfits. Gerald took a seat right next to me, and I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face, studying my expression."I’m really not in the mood to talk, Gerald," I warned him through clenched teeth, keeping my eyes fixed straight ahead. "If you don't want me to take out my frustration on you because of those bitches, you’d better move away from me."To distract myself, I pretended to be deeply invested in looking over the displays around us."I'm staying right here beside you," Gerald insisted stubbornly.I whipped my head around to glare at him in annoyance, but he merely offered me a sweet, unflappable smile."I'm already used to your attitude anyway, Klein, so it doesn't bother me as much anymore," he continued smoothly. "Just please... don't release your pheromones
"Darling, are you alright?".I snapped back to my senses when I heard Lysander’s voice calling out to me. I looked up at him, then over at Lucien – both of them were staring at me with intense, unblinking eyes that made me feel uneasy. I quickly looked away from them, not wanting to meet their gaze, and didn’t bother answering Lysander’s question. My mind was still racing with Keno’s plan, trying to figure out how to make it work."Will it work?" I asked Keno quietly inside my mind, my thoughts focused solely on the idea of pretending to change just to earn their trust.> "I don't know. The twins are too sharp and perceptive," Keno replied honestly, his voice serious and thoughtful. "But let's try – we don’t have any other options right now. Wait, much better if you act naturally, Klein." He added, and I furrowed my brow slightly as I looked down at my plate."What do you mean?". I asked him, still confused about how to approach this new plan.> "Just act like you usually do in front
—Klein's POV"Will you fucking stop following me?!" I snapped at Gerald, my patience completely worn thin. I quickened my pace, walking faster in the hope that he’d finally get the message and stop trailing after me. But he kept up easily, matching my steps with his own. Frustrated beyond measure, I came to a sudden stop and turned to face him directly – my hands on my hips as I glared at him."What do you fucking want?" I asked, my voice sharp and full of irritation. Gerald immediately bowed his head slightly, looking almost apologetic as he avoided my eyes."Sorry. I just wanted to follow you—"."Why? Are you my shadow? Are you my bodyguard or something, huh?!" I snapped again, my anger rising with every word. It was still early in the morning, but my head was already throbbing with frustration because of him. He’d been following me for hours – ever since I’d left the twins’ room to eat breakfast, all the way out here to the garden. He was everywhere I went, like an annoying fly
"Y-You..." Klein said, his voice trembling with fury as he stared down at the tattoo etched permanently into his chest. The black lines of the wolf’s head seemed to mock him, a constant reminder of everything he’d lost – his freedom, his autonomy, his right to make choices about his own body."Wait," Klein immediately lifted his head to look at the twins, his eyes wide with sudden realization as a new thought crossed his mind. "Where is Gerald? What did you do to him, huh?!". He demanded, his voice rising in volume and intensity as he looked from Lysander to Lucien and back again.The memory was still clear in his mind – Gerald’s terrified face, his body trembling as the Beta held him tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks as he’d stared at the syringe in horror. The sight had sent a sharp pang of pain through Klein’s heart, even though he’d told himself countless times that he didn’t care about Gerald after what he’d said. But seeing him so vulnerable had reminded him of Sandro,
——Third Person POVLucien gently lifted the unconscious Klein, carefully laying him down on an empty hospital bed – right next to where Gerald was already lying motionless on the adjacent bed. After setting him down, Lucien stood up straight and stepped back slightly from the bed, his eyes fixed on Klein’s pale face as the young Omega lay still against the pillows. "Start now," he commanded, his voice firm and clear – leaving no room for argument. At his words, the two scientists immediately moved forward, their movements practiced and efficient as they prepared to begin their work.The room fell silent as everyone watched intently as the scientists carefully made a small incision in Klein and Gerald’s left chests, just above their hearts. Blood immediately welled up from the cuts, trickling down their pale skin before being quickly wiped away by the scientists’ gloved hands. The procedure was precise, each movement calculated to avoid causing unnecessary damage to their bodies."W
Morning comes too soon, and I’m still lying in bed. I didn’t sleep at all last night my mind was too full of thoughts to rest. Now I have no energy to get up and attend the worthless classes this university forces on us.When you really think about it, what good are their lessons? What’s the point
Klein's POVThe only sounds I can hear right now are the crack of whips and screams echoing off the stone walls. I watched them, trembling, begging, crying as the heartless guards punish them here in the dungeon.I shake my head in disgust. “Pathetic. What good does crying and pleading do when they
Third Person POV Slowly, Klein pried his eyes open, roused by the sound of voices and movement echoing around the room."F-fuck..." he muttered, the taste of iron still lingering in his mouth.He tried to sit up, but pain shot through his body, forcing him to grit his teeth. As the memories of wha
As soon as we step into our dorm, Sandro heads straight for the kitchen while I make my way to my bedroom to shower. After rinsing off and feeling somewhat human again, I walk out of my room in nothing but my boxers. Sandro’s already settled on the couch, a bottle of beer sitting on the coffee ta







