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“It's called freshman frenzy.”
Lumine, focused on deciphering the school map, missed what her twin was saying.
“What?”
“Freshman. Frenzy. Senior year alphas take their pick of incoming omegas and-”
“And what?”
“Don't play dumb, Lumi. If anyone bothers you, you let me know and I'll kick their ass.”
One more thing to worry about. Aether, her twin was an alpha so his only concern was adjusting with their rich classmates but as an orphaned scholarship omega Lumine had the added pressure of preserving the blue seal that glowed over her bare privates.
It did not take long for the first senior to waylay her, the dark-haired captain of the rowing team, picked her up and set her on top of a bank of lockers between classes, her powerful arms holding her immobile, her smile predatory.
“Hello cutie-”
“Beidou!”
She recognised the redhead who pulled her off, not sparing Lumine a glance.
“Coach wants you. Something about missed practice-”
“Shit.”
He waited till she was gone before looking up at Lumine.
“Hey girlie, need a hand?”
“No.”
She hopped down, misjudged the height, and fell into his waiting arms. The corridor was deserted, his heartbeat was loud in her ear, his hand had traveled down her back, onto her ass, and he lifted up her skirt.
She was trapped. Screaming for help would ruin her reputation, and more importantly, Aether would kill Childe, and be expelled.
“Help me out,” he whispered in her ear, one finger tracing the dolphins on her underwear, burning the pattern onto her bare skin. “I have a bet with Beidou, on who can grab the most omegas the first week of school.”
“That's sick.”
She'd wanted to sound angrier but-
But his voice was so persuasive, his hold so gentle, and there was something in his scent that excited her, made her squeeze her thighs together in desperation.
He laughed in her ear.
“I just want your underwear. As proof.”
“Oh.”
She wasn't disappointed. That would be stupid.
“I'll let you go if you hand it over.”
She decided to try for indignation.
“Why the hell would I do that?”
“Beidou wouldn't have left with just your underwear.”
The you owe me was left unspoken.
“Okay.”
But he didn't let her go, instead hooking his fingers into the elastic, pulling them down so she had to lift first one leg then the other so he could slip them off.
He stepped back, holding her skirt up, eying her nakedness.
“You're a good girl.”
Patting her bare ass, he added, “Stay good for me girlie.”
And he left her, red-faced, embarrassed, and very, very wet.