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Adrian stared at the lush green grass beneath his shoes, thinking that the price per inch of grass was probably more than the price of his shoes.
He sighed and shook his head. He shouldn't have registered for that test. He shouldn't have taken it so seriously, which ultimately led to his scholarship thanks to his perfect grades. He only realized this now, as he stood at the entrance of St. Dominic University and stared at the electronic door he had to pass through as a re-registration requirement for admission to the country's most prestigious university. Ah, screw it, he thought. Whatever was going to happen, was going to happen. Besides, he was already here. Dozens of pairs of eyes stared at Adrian as he passed, admiring him. "Wow, is he an actor?" "I've never seen a man as handsome as him. What's his name? What faculty is he in?" "Is he a man or a woman? Why does he look both handsome and beautiful at the same time?" Adrian's steps felt heavy, as if he were dragging hundreds of kilograms of iron on his feet. To Adrian, such stares and praise weren't flattery, but threats. He'd experienced it all his life. 99.99% of this university's students were Alphas, what did he expect? They'd ignore him? It was like expecting the Statue of Liberty to move to India. "Your name?" asked the middle-aged man at the second table. He took the folder Adrian offered and scanned its contents. "Adrian Rhein Riordan," Adrian replied flatly. "Riordan, hm... Wow, you're this year's special scholarship student," the man said with a tone of admiration that caught the attention of two men at the other table. "Your grades are perfect in every subject?" asked the man at the first table, who leaned over to examine Adrian's folder. "Are you a genius or something?" After the review of all his documents and academic records was complete, a woman in a stiff, dark uniform asked Adrian to stand in front of an electronic door that emitted a soft buzzing sound. "Stand under the light and wait three seconds for it to turn on. The sensor will announce your status and class placement. All first-year students will receive the same basic lessons, just divided into classes," the woman said. Adrian sighed, then stepped under the light and closed his eyes. "Adrian Rhein Riordan, Omega, Class A." Magical. The AI voice from the electronic door instantly silenced the vast and bustling university courtyard. The woman at the electronic door gave Adrian a strange look before handing him a sheet of paper with a building plan. "Just proceed to the administration desk in the blue building to pick up your schedule and dorm placement," she said. Adrian nodded and walked toward the blue building in front of him. The voices began again, now Adrian was the main topic of every question and whisper. "Omega?" "An Omega at this university? How is that possible?" "It's been over 50 years since the last Omega was accepted to this university!" "Did you hear? He's a special scholarship recipient. That means he has perfect grades." A stocky man confronted Adrian as he had just stepped onto the first step of blue building stair. "No wonder you look so beautiful," the man said, circling Adrian. "So, you're an Omega." Adrian didn't flinch. He felt nauseous. The smell of this stocky man was overwhelming. Either he'd sprayed too much cinnamon-scented perfume on himself, or he just smelled like that. "Sweetie, are you sure you haven't chosen the wrong college?" The man became bolder, poking Adrian's chin. Two other men behind Adrian laughed, and one of them deliberately pushed the stocky man so he'd bump into Adrian. However, with a fluid movement, Adrian dodged, and the stocky man stumbled and fell down the steps. Adrian walked past him nonchalantly. "My name and grades are at the top of the list of freshmen this year. You'll see for yourself if I'm at the wrong college." Adrian's words silenced everyone watching the scene, including the stocky man and his two friends. Their faces turned bright red. Adrian searched for the administration room and handed over the introduction form from the re-registration area. A bespectacled woman at the reception counter looked at Adrian and shook her head with a worried expression. "Omega, huh?" she asked. "Yes, Ma'am," Adrian replied politely. "One in a thousand," the woman said with a sigh. "After all these decades." "I'll put you in the room closest to the dorm supervisor," the woman said, handing him the room key. "Make sure you always lock your doors and windows once you get there. Don't open the door to anyone, and don't go out after the curfew, for any reason." "Yes, Ma'am, I understand," Adrian said. "Northeast Building, second floor, room 29," the woman said. Adrian nodded. "Okay, thank you." He turned around, but the woman called out to him again. "Son." "Yes, ma'am?" Adrian replied, turning around again. "Welcome to St. Dominic." Adrian smiled. "Thank you. You're the first person to say that." The woman nodded. As he exited the blue building, all the women students gave Adrian a scornful look. Some sneered, some held a hint of envy. The men, meanwhile, stared at him with curiosity, fascination, and intrigue. Some whistled cheekily and made lewd remarks. "So beautiful." "I wonder if he'd fight me if I kissed him." "I wonder what it's like to hold an Omega with a sexy brain." "He definitely won't last a week. He's too handsome to pass up." "Let's bet on who the first Alpha will get him." Adrian continued walking, feigning indifference, but he was biting the inside of his cheek so hard it hurt. Beside the blue building, a man leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette quietly and staring at Adrian's back as he passed by. "So he really did come," the man muttered, taking a deep drag from his cigarette, then tossing the butt to the ground and crushing it. "I hope he survives."Adrian laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to kill myself, Ethan. I'm not that desperate.""But you—""I wanted to relieve stress. I scrubbed these disgusting hickeys, but they're stubborn and I'm so tired, so I took a sleep in this bathtub."Ethan sat on the floor beside the bathtub, resting his forehead on the black granite rim.For the past few days, his sanity had nearly vanished from the pressure of constant worry and confusion over Adrian's condition.Adrian touched Ethan's hair. "Ethan, will you help me?"Ethan lifted his head. "You know I would have done it without you even asking."Adrian nodded and stood up from the tub, then stepped out of it.Ethan looked up, swallowing hard.The marks from that wicked man's bites and hickeys were still visible, though not as clearly as before, on Adrian's white, smooth, porcelain skin.His tall, slender figure, with well-defined muscles, not the result of deliberate training, but rather the result of daily hard work, looked captivating with the
Adrian opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, catching the scent of disinfectant and a faint hint of artificial lavender.His hands were numb, but they felt warm and moist.He turned his head and caught a strand of messy black hair at the side of his waist, from the head of someone sleeping in an uncomfortable-looking sitting position.His hand was in the sleeping person's."Ethan," Adrian whispered, wiggling his fingers in Ethan's. "Ethan, are you asleep?"Ethan sat up immediately, but his face looked confused. He stared at his hand, then his eyes shifted to Adrian, and he nearly jumped up, hugging the startled Adrian."You're awake," Ethan said hoarsely. "You're finally awake. Oh baby, you're finally awake."Ethan broke the hug and stared intently at Adrian, then reached out and touched Adrian's cheek."And you're not crying," Ethan murmured. There was a hint of relief in his voice this time.Adrian's face was impassive as he shifted to sit up in bed. He crossed his legs a
"That, that, that guy is very suspicious!" Kim Joon pointed at the screen, at the image of a man wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. "Look!""You're right," Tom said angrily. "It's strange, someone watching an ice hockey game wearing all black, with a mask, a hat, and sunglasses.""Wait a minute," Jeffrey said. He paused the video and typed on the keyboard, zooming in on the person he was pointing at and making the footage clearer."He looks middle-aged," Tom said. "We can't see his facial features clearly. This was so blurred." Jeffrey fast-forwarded the video, and his two friends exclaimed when they saw that, after the game, the man remained seated in his chair, his face facing the team gathered on the sidelines.Then, they saw the man sneak behind the last row of seats."He's hiding behind the back seat," Tom said. "He's probably waiting for an opportunity to ambush Adrian!"Jeffrey slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "Ah, he's nowhere to be seen after that!""There
"The wound on his shoulder is quite serious. The nail was rusty, and it seems the impact and friction while it was still embedded in Adrian's shoulder widened it," said Doctor Victor. "Not to mention the multiple bite wounds and hickeys that caused bruising. I gave him a tetanus shot just in case."Ethan clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His teeth chattered and his eyes turned silver.Coach Joe squeezed Ethan's shoulder gently. "We're going to find out who hurt Adrian."Doctor Victor sighed. He wanted to say something, but seeing Ethan's demeanor, he hesitated."What else, Doctor?" Ethan asked in a low voice. "What else is Adrian injured?"Doctor Victor stared at Ethan for a moment, then turned to Coach Joe, who gave him a slow nod."I'm certain what Adrian experienced tonight was an attempted rape," said Doctor Victor. "What I'm most worried about is Adrian's mental state. He must be in deep shock."Ethan combed his hair back with both hands and cupped his
The shadow of a giant, silver-furred wolf enveloped Ethan, who stood towering in the middle of the tool shed.A piercing chill surrounded Ethan, forcing Coach Joe to take three steps back."He's here," Erl growled. "Panic. Scared. Confused.""I know. The vanilla scent is bitter," Ethan replied. "And there's another, foul scent around him.""Ethan," Coach Joe called, pointing to the floor of the shed. "Blood. From two different people. Look!"Ethan looked at the floor.There were two trails of blood visible on the cement floor.The lighter trail wasn't very long, and at its end formed a small, random island.Coach Joe followed the darker trail. It was smeared on the wall and dripped down to the door of the shed."Ethan, I think someone got hurt, hit by this nail," Coach Joe said, pointing to a nail in the wall.The darkening of the blood and the gray color of the wall obscured the nail, which protruded only slightly from the wall.Ethan brought his nose to the nail and frowned. Then he
He was seized by a full-blown panic attack. His entire body felt stiff and cold, while sweat poured down his forehead, armpits, and back. His heart was beating faster than normal, and his face was as white as paper.The man in front of him grinned, then bent down and grabbed Adrian by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to his feet and pushing him into the warehouse, kicking the door closed with one foot.The sound of the heavy warehouse door closing made Adrian blink rapidly, his previously blank eyes now filled with horror."So you're hiding here," the middle-aged man with thick beards hissed sharply. "Very clever, bitch!" The scent of stale alcohol, low-grade tobacco, and bitter sweat made Adrian's stomach acid churn, and he had to hold back his breath until his throat burned, preventing him from vomiting.Adrian thought he had forgotten all about this bad mixture of scents. There was Ethan's scent, which always made him feel calm, comfortable, and safe.However, it turned out to







