You smell like pure sin.

Rose’s POV

“No,” I whispered to myself, forehead pressed hard against the cold stall door, voice cracking like thin ice. “Not without him. I’m his. Only his. I wait. I obey. Even if it kills me.”

My fingers hovered inches from my soaked folds, trembling so badly I had to clench them into a fist. Slick coated my palm, warm and sticky, the scent of my desperate heat thick enough to choke on. One more circle—just one—and I would have shattered. But his voice echoed in my skull, velvet steel wrapped around every syllable: *You come when I say, good girl.* The memory alone made my pussy clench hard, another humiliating gush of slick dripping down my inner thigh to soak into my sock. I bit my lip until copper bloomed on my tongue, forcing my hand out of my jeans like it belonged to someone else.

“Fuck,” I breathed, sliding down the stall wall until my ass hit the tile. My thighs fell open on instinct, jeans still shoved low, exposing my swollen, glistening cunt to the cool air. I stared at it—puffy lips parted, clit peeking out angry and red, hole fluttering visibly like it was trying to suck something—anything—inside. “Look at you,” I muttered, voice raw. “Dripping like a bitch in heat because he told you not to come. Pathetic. Perfect. His.”

My wolf rumbled approval, low and satisfied, tail thumping hard against my ribs. *Good girl,* it echoed in his voice. *Wait for alpha. Wait to be knotted and bred.* I squeezed my eyes shut, hips twitching once before I locked them still. The denial burned hotter than any orgasm ever had—sharp, aching, delicious. I wanted to hate it. I wanted to shove three fingers deep and fuck myself raw until I squirted all over the stall floor screaming his name. Instead I sat there, panting, letting the need twist tighter, letting it carve me hollow so tomorrow I’d be nothing but a perfect, dripping vessel for his knot.

Minutes bled into forever. I finally stood on shaky legs, wiped my thighs with toilet paper that came away soaked, and pulled my jeans up. The seam pressed right against my clit. Every step back to class was torture—friction, pressure, the wet squelch of my panties sticking to my folds. I kept my head down, braid swinging like a noose, scent trailing behind me like a banner that screamed *available, desperate, owned*.

The rest of the day blurred into a haze of whispers and stares that only made me wetter.

In Advanced Pack Law, Professor Hale droned about mating contracts while I sat in the back, thighs clenched so tight my muscles burned. Every time he said “claim,” my pussy fluttered. A beta girl two seats over leaned over, nose wrinkling. “Kane, you okay? You smell… really strong. Like you need a suppressant or something.”

I forced a tight smile, voice hoarse. “I’m fine. Just… warm.”

She didn’t look convinced. Behind me, two alphas muttered loud enough for me to hear. “Voss must be edging the shit out of her. Smell that? She’s one growl away from presenting right here.”

Lunch was worse. I skipped the line entirely, hiding in a corner with a bottle of water I couldn’t even drink because my throat was too tight. Lila found me anyway, sliding onto the bench with wide eyes. “Rose, seriously. The whole dining hall is talking. They say you’re in full heat and Voss is keeping you on the edge for days. Is it… does it feel good? Being denied like that?”

I stared at the table, cheeks burning. “It feels like dying and coming back to life every second. Like my body isn’t mine anymore. Like every breath is just waiting for him to say I can breathe.”

Her breath hitched. “Gods. That’s… hot. And terrifying.”

An alpha senior—tall, tattooed, scent heavy with lust—sauntered over, leaning on the table so close I could smell his arousal. “Kane. You reek like a bitch who hasn’t been properly fucked in days. Voss too busy teasing that pretty cunt to actually knot it? I could help. Bend you over this table right now, fill you up until you stop leaking all over the floor.”

My wolf snarled so loud I felt it in my teeth. “Touch me and I’ll tear your balls off and feed them to you. This cunt belongs to Voss. Only Voss. He’s the only one who gets to decide when it gets filled, when it gets knotted, when it gets bred.”

The alpha raised his hands, laughing, but his eyes were dark with interest. “Feisty. When he’s done breaking you, come find me. I’ll knot that sloppy hole so good you’ll forget his name.”

I fled before I could reply, slick soaking fresh through my panties.

Tactical shifting was a nightmare. My partial shifts came too fast—claws extending, eyes flashing silver, a low whine slipping out when the instructor barked an order. Everyone stared. The scent of my heat filled the mats like perfume. Marcus avoided me completely now, but others didn’t. A beta girl whispered loudly, “She’s going to present any second. Look at her thighs shaking.”

By the time the final bell rang, I was shaking so hard I could barely walk straight. Slick had soaked through my jeans in a dark patch at the crotch. Every step rubbed the seam against my clit like cruel teasing. I hid in the bathroom one last time, forehead against the mirror, whispering to my reflection, “Just a few more hours. Be good. Be his good girl. He’ll reward you tomorrow. He’ll knot you so deep you’ll feel it for weeks.”

6:38 p.m.

I couldn’t wait any longer.

I stood outside his door, hand raised, heart hammering so violently I was sure he heard it through the thick oak—sure he smelled the desperate, heat-soaked spike in my scent the moment I approached, slick already dripping onto the stone floor in tiny, shameful puddles at my feet. My thighs were slick all the way to my knees. My nipples ached against my shirt. My pussy clenched rhythmically, empty and aching, begging for the stretch only he could give.

The door opened before my knuckles touched wood.

Jason filled the frame like every filthy dream I’d had since last night—silver eyes molten, pupils blown wide, black shirt already half-unbuttoned to show the hard planes of his chest and the faint scars that made my mouth water. His scent slammed into me: pine, smoke, steel, and raw, throbbing alpha musk so thick it made my knees buckle. His cock strained obscenely against his jeans, thick ridge outlined perfectly, dark wet spot of precome blooming at the tip.

“You’re early again,” he said, voice a low, gravel-rough growl that vibrated straight to my clit. His nostrils flared, drinking me in. “Fuck, Rose. You smell like pure sin. Dripping down your thighs, soaking through your jeans. That sweet little omega cunt has been weeping for me all day, hasn’t it? Leaking in class, in the halls, begging for alpha’s knot while you obeyed like the perfect little slut you are.”

“I couldn’t wait,” I whispered, voice cracking, raw truth spilling out like the slick already trickling down my inner thighs. “I tried. All day. In class I creamed myself every time you said ‘beg.’ In the bathroom I almost fingered myself raw but stopped because you didn’t say I could. Alphas sniffed after me, whispering how they’d love to breed Voss’s sloppy whore. I need you inside me. Please. I’m so empty it hurts. My pussy’s been clenching on nothing all day, dripping, aching for your cock, your knot, your come flooding my womb until I’m swollen with it. Breed me, alpha. Knot me. Claim me. Make me yours forever—I’m begging. I’m your desperate, dripping omega slut and I can’t take another second without you ruining me.”

His growl was immediate—deep, primal, vibrating through the air between us and straight into my core. He grabbed my braid in one big fist, yanking my head back to expose my throat, and dragged me inside with a single powerful step. The door slammed shut behind us with finality.

“Fuck, listen to you,” he rasped, shoving me back against the closed door hard enough that my breath left me in a gasp. His free hand shoved between my thighs, cupping my soaked mound through the jeans, fingers pressing the seam right against my swollen clit. “Soaking through already. You’re making a mess of my floor, Rose. Dripping like a faucet just from standing at my door begging to be bred. Good girl. Such a filthy, honest little omega for me.”

I moaned shamelessly, hips bucking into his palm, grinding my aching cunt against his fingers. “Yes—alpha—please touch me. Finger me. Taste how wet I am for you. I’ve been saving every drop.”