I Did The Unthinkable

Aria’s POV

The vivid sight stopped me cold. I'd never seen anything so explicit in person before, not even in my imagination. The woman's moans echoed off the tiled walls, a symphony of pleasure that made me flush hot all over. I couldn't look away from the man's muscular backside flexing as he drove into her again and again, his pace building to a frantic rhythm.

My hand flew to my mouth, stifling a gasp. Every nerve in my body felt electrified, awake and aching in ways I didn't understand. I stood there transfixed as the woman's moans reached a crescendo, her body shuddering and shaking with her climax.

I quickly did my business in the stall.

 I'd never seen anything so...intimate before, not even in the erotic novels my vapid step-sisters kept hidden under their beds. I was a virgin, untouched and naive in matters of the flesh. The closest I'd come to romance was sneaking peeks at those naughty books, my face burning as I tried to wrap my mind around the graphic descriptions.

I stepped out and As I washed my hands at the sink, I caught sight of my reflection and rolled my eyes. My cheeks were flushed, eyes wide as saucers. I looked like a naive little virgin—which, let's face it, I was.

Get it together, Aria, I scolded myself firmly. You're a fierce, independent woman, not some swooning ingenue.

I may be a virgin, but that didn't mean I was inexperienced in other ways.

I was tough, resourceful, and smart as a whip.

Just as I turned to leave the bathroom, a deep male voice stopped me in my tracks.

"Don't go," he said, his tone warm and authoritative at the same time. "I think you enjoyed the show, sweetheart."

I paused mid-step.

Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.

I turned slowly, eyes narrowing.

 He was facing me now—his smirk confident, dripping with ego.

 The girl he’d just finished with tried to cling to him, her hand wrapped around his arm as if desperate for a final taste of relevance.

He peeled her off without even looking at her.

“Dress up and leave,” he said, voice casual. Commanding.

Her face twisted, lips curling in visible annoyance. She tugged her very short skirt back into place and began buttoning her blouse with jerky, irritated movements.

As she walked past me, she shot me a glare sharp enough to wound.

I raised an eyebrow. “It’s not my fault your man forgot to lock a public restroom.”

She scoffed but didn’t speak.

I turned back towards him.

He hadn’t moved much. Still half-dressed, shirt discarded, pants undone but loosely hanging on his hips. His lean, muscular frame was impossible to ignore—broad chest dusted with auburn hair, And those golden-brown eyes...

They shimmered with amusement. And interest.

Definitely trouble.

“I didn’t mean to walk in on... that,” I said finally, keeping my tone neutral. Controlled.

He stepped forward.

I didn’t back up.

He cocked his head slightly, like he was testing me. Or daring me to move.

Most girls probably would’ve melted right then. Blushed. Apologized. Maybe even flirted.

But I wasn’t most girls.

“You’re brave,” he said, voice lower now, like he was enjoying this more than he should. “Or stupid. Not many Omegas would hold my gaze like that.”

“I’m not most Omegas,” I replied smoothly.

He smiled, slow and lazy. “That much is obvious.”

I turned to leave.

But before I could take a full step, his hand shot out and pinned me against the wall, his palm flat just beside my head, his body far too close for comfort.

“I didn’t tell you to leave,” he said, his voice low, commanding.

Every muscle in my body tensed.

Oh, he did not just—

My irritation flared, quick and hot, flashing through my veins. But before I could unleash it, something else hit me.

His scent.

Rich. Sharp. Addictive. A dark mix of pine, leather, and something wild I couldn’t name—like danger wrapped in velvet. It hit a nerve somewhere deep in me.

Familiar. It gave me the same reaction from scent coming from the man I had pulled out during the wreck.

I was still processing it when he leaned in a little more, just enough to murmur, “You don’t have to pretend, sweetheart. I saw the way you looked at me.”

My jaw clenched.

“I’m not pretending,” I said evenly. “I’m warning you. Let me go, or you won’t like what happens next.”

His gaze flicked down to my lips. “That’s cute. Is this the part where you act tough so you can feel different from the rest?”

I didn’t respond.

“I get it,” he continued, voice smug. “You want to believe you're not like other Omegas. But let’s be honest—this still ends with you in my bed.”

Oh, hell no.

In one fluid motion, I grabbed his arm with both hands, twisted my hips, and swung him around using his own weight.

There was a loud thud as his back hit the marble floor, his arm pinned awkwardly beside him.

He stared up at me, shocked.

I didn’t even blink.

“Here’s what actually happens,” I said calmly. “You keep your hands to yourself, you put your pants back on, and you stay the hell out of my way.”

I flicked my gaze downward, then arched a brow. “And for the love of the Moon goddess, put your dick away. It’s still dangling.”

His eyes widened just a bit.

I turned and walked out without another word. As I kept walking, a crisp deep voice called out from down the hall.

“Miss Lane,”

I turned to see a tall man striding toward me. His presence was magnetic and intimidating in the same breath—his tailored black suit sharp. The golden crest pinned to his lapel was all the confirmation I needed.

Headmaster Alistair.

“I had students searching for you,” he said, stopping in front of me, eyes cool and unreadable.

“I was trying to find your office,” I replied, offering a polite smile laced with mild sarcasm. “This place is a maze.”

He didn’t return the smile.

“Follow me,” he said instead, already turning.

I trailed behind him through the pristine halls until we reached a grand office with high ceilings, a wall of books, and windows that looked over the entire campus like a throne room watching over peasants.

“You’ve been placed in the Omega class,” he said, tapping at a crystal tablet on his desk. “Dorm 3C. Class Schedule A-2. And… keep your head down.”

My jaw clenched slightly. Of course.

Without waiting for further discussion, he led me down another corridor and opened a door to a modest classroom where a teacher was already mid-lecture. The moment we stepped inside, the room quieted.

All eyes turned to me.

“New student,” Alistair said with a nod to the instructor. “Miss Lane. She’s assigned to this class. Proceed.”

The teacher motioned me forward. “Introduce yourself, please.”

I exhaled slowly and stepped toward the front of the room. “I’m Aria Lane,” I said evenly. “I’m new. I’m also an Omega.”

Silence.

Then, to my surprise, a few students clapped—quietly at first, then more joined in.

Maybe it was polite. Maybe it was sarcastic. I didn’t care.

I just gave a nod, found an empty seat, and sat down, already mapping out the exits in case this class turned out like my last ten years of life.

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Lunch break finally came.

I was halfway through the sad excuse for a sandwich I bought with leftover credits when the door banged open.

A group of girls entered, dressed in Beta and Delta class attire, their posture oozing entitlement. At the front of them was a tall girl with a high ponytail and crimson nails that looked more like claws. Her face was too perfect, her smile too sharp.

Two of her minions dragged a trembling Omega girl forward and dropped her at their leader’s feet like trash.

My sandwich froze halfway to my mouth.

“You call that satisfying?” the ringleader snapped, and then—

CRACK.

Her fist slammed into the girl’s jaw, sending her crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

The room stayed quiet.

No one screamed. No one moved. Some even looked bored.

I stared in disbelief. Was this… normal?

The girl whimpered, barely able to lift her head.

“That’s your punishment,” the ringleader spat, stepping closer. “When you offer yourself to me, you deliver.”

The minions dragged the girl back to her feet, shoving her forward again.

CRACK.

Another punch.

This time I could hear it.

And I couldn’t sit still anymore.

My sandwich dropped to the table as I stood and stormed across the room. The moment the ringleader reared her arm for another hit, I grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her back—hard.

She stumbled, shock flashing across her face as I stepped between her and the injured girl.

“Are you insane?” I snapped. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

The girl on the ground blinked at me like I was a ghost.

Everyone else?

They were staring. Like I’d committed the unthinkable.

The ringleader recovered quickly, her shock curdling into rage. “How dare you interrupt me,” she hissed, her eyes glowing faintly with warning. “You think you can step in like some savior, you pathetic little—”

“You touch her again,” I said, voice like steel, “and I’ll give you a punishment you won’t walk away from.”