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Omegaverse Background
In the world of Arcane College, society is divided into three biological castes: Alphas, Betas, and Omegas.
Alphas, rare and dominant, exude commanding pheromones and possess both strength and primal instincts, with female Alphas bearing both a penis for breeding and a vagina, the latter reserved as a sacred act of submission and love, rarely offered.
Omegas, more common, are submissive by nature, their bodies wracked by monthly heat cycles that ignite an insatiable need to be bred by an Alpha, marked by a claiming bite that binds them to one Alpha for life.
Betas, the majority, balance traits of both, attracted to Alphas but less driven by instinct.
An Omega’s heat scent is intoxicating to Alphas, sparking a primal urge to claim, while a claimed Omega or Beta mated by another Alpha triggers fierce territorial disputes.
Alphas may breed freely, but a marked Omega belongs solely to their Alpha—unless challenged.
Suppressant pills exist to dull an Omega’s heat, but their efficacy wanes against a powerful Alpha’s presence, leaving Omegas like Caitlyn Kiramman battling their biology in a world where control is everything.
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Chapter 1: The Scent That Lingers
Date: September 1, 2025
Location: Arcane College, Piltover Campus
The lecture hall of Arcane College hummed with the nervous buzz of freshman year. Nestled in Piltover’s gleaming skyline, the prestigious institution was a melting pot of old wealth and intellectual ambition, where Betas and Omegas dominated, and Alphas were a rare, electric force. Caitlyn Kiramman, an Omega born to the powerful Kiramman dynasty, sat ramrod straight in her psychology and criminal studies class, her long dark blue hair pulled into a sleek ponytail, her deep blue eyes fixed on her notebook. Her heat had begun yesterday, a cruel monthly torment since turning 18. The suppressant pills prescribed by her doctor dulled the ache, but her Omega instincts still simmered, threatening to unravel her polished composure.
Beside her, Harley, her Beta best friend since high school, doodled in her notebook with a relaxed grin. Harley’s short, tousled brown hair and warm hazel eyes complemented her easygoing vibe. She’d claimed her Omega girlfriend, Lena—petite, with soft blonde curls and gentle green eyes—last month at a gala, their bond sealed in a whirlwind of scent and desire. Harley’s Beta nature, blending Alpha dominance and Omega empathy, made her a pillar for Caitlyn, especially during her first agonizing heat. Lena sat a row ahead, her soft giggles mingling with the professor’s drone. The trio’s friendship anchored Caitlyn in a world where her Omega biology felt like a curse.
Caitlyn’s pen glided across her notebook, her focus razor-sharp. A straight-A student and champion sharpshooter, her trophies adorned the Kiramman estate, a testament to her discipline despite her Omega traits. But today, her control faltered. A faint scent—musky, electric, *Alpha*—slipped into her senses, stirring a memory from a year ago. At a gala, an unknown Alpha’s scent had overwhelmed her, driving her to lock herself in a bathroom, fingers frantic between her thighs to sate the unbearable need. She never saw them, but the scent haunted her. Now, it was here, in this classroom, stronger, closer, *familiar*. Her body reacted despite the pills—her skin flushed, her thighs clenched, and a soft whimper caught in her throat. *Fuck,* she thought, frustration surging. Her Omega side was her greatest weakness, betraying her elegance.
Harley glanced over, her Beta senses catching the sweet, heady spike in Caitlyn’s scent. “Cait, you okay?” she whispered, concern softening her voice. Caitlyn’s deep blue eyes flickered, her lips pressing into a thin line as she nodded, but her hands trembled, betraying her. The Alpha scent thickened, coiling around her like a chain, her core throbbing with a need she despised. Harley’s brow furrowed. “Your heat’s kicking up, isn’t it? Let’s get you to the bathroom.”
Caitlyn wanted to argue—she *hated* losing control—but the scent was dizzying, pulling her under. She let Harley guide her out, Lena’s worried glance following them. In the bathroom, Caitlyn leaned over the sink, splashing cold water on her face, her breaths shallow and ragged. Her reflection showed flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and a desperation she loathed. “I took the damn pills,” she muttered, her posh accent tight. “Why is this happening?”
Harley leaned against the wall, arms crossed. “Your scent’s strong, Cait. Like, *really* strong. I can smell it, and I’m just a Beta. If an Alpha’s nearby…” She trailed off, her nose wrinkling as she caught Caitlyn’s arousal, sharp and sweet like ripe fruit. “You need to work it off, babe. It’ll help.”
Caitlyn shook her head, gripping the sink. “I can handle it. I *have* to.” But her body screamed otherwise, her Omega instincts begging for an Alpha’s touch, for release, for *breeding*. The thought made her stomach twist with shame and desire.
The bathroom door slammed open, the sound echoing off the tiles. A figure strode in—tall, lean, and muscular, with short, choppy pink hair shaved at the sides, tattoos snaking across her arms and back. Vi. Her tank top hugged her sculpted frame, her low-slung jeans hinting at the growing bulge beneath. Her powder blue eyes locked onto Caitlyn, sharp and hungry, her cocky grin pure trouble. Her Alpha scent hit Caitlyn like a tidal wave—leather, smoke, and raw power that made her knees buckle. It was *her*, the Alpha from the gala, the one whose scent had haunted Caitlyn’s dreams.
Vi inhaled deeply, her grin widening. “Well, damn,” she drawled, voice low and teasing. “Smells like a fuckin’ dessert in here.” Her powder blue eyes raked over Caitlyn, taking in her trembling frame, the way her elegant blouse clung to her sweat-dampened skin. “You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever scented, Cupcake. Been driving me crazy since last year.”
Caitlyn’s breath hitched, her body betraying her with a fresh wave of arousal. She recognized Vi’s scent instantly, and the realization hit hard—this was the Alpha who’d nearly undone her. But Vi’s flirty, casual demeanor grated against Caitlyn’s need for control. “Don’t call me that,” she snapped, her posh accent sharp despite the quiver in her voice. Her eyes flicked down involuntarily, catching the unmistakable outline of Vi’s hardening cock straining against her jeans, a clear sign her Alpha biology was reacting to Caitlyn’s heat. Her throat went dry, desire warring with defiance.
Harley stepped forward, protective but wary. “Hey, back off. She’s not some Omega you can just—”
Vi raised a hand, her grin softening but no less mischievous. “Relax, Beta. I’m not here to cause trouble. Just followed the best damn scent I’ve ever smelled.” Her eyes stayed on Caitlyn, softening with awe. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that? Most Omegas would be begging by now, but you’re fighting it. Respect.”
Caitlyn’s cheeks burned, her Omega instincts screaming to submit, to let this Alpha claim her and end the torment. But she straightened, forcing steel into her spine. “I don’t need your help,” she said, voice clipped. “I can take care of myself.” She turned, marching toward a stall, her heels clicking defiantly on the tiles. But her body trembled, her slick pooling between her thighs, betraying her words.
Vi chuckled, low and rough, leaning against the doorframe. “Sure, Cupcake. But that scent of yours? It’s like a damn beacon. Other Alphas’ll come sniffing, and not all of ‘em are as nice as me.” Her tone was playful, but her powder blue eyes darkened with a protective edge. “I’ll guard the door. Wouldn’t want some feral asshole ruining your day.”
Caitlyn paused, surprised by the gesture. Most Alphas would’ve pushed, taken advantage of her heat’s pull. Vi’s restraint—mixed with that infuriating charm—made her heart stutter. She slipped into the stall, locking the door, her fingers already fumbling with her skirt as the need overwhelmed her. Harley followed, standing guard inside, her presence calming.
As Caitlyn’s fingers slid beneath her panties, her breath hitched, her body aching for release. The stall walls seemed to close in, her senses flooded with Vi’s scent lingering outside. She bit her lip, stifling a moan as she worked herself, her fingers slick with her own arousal. Her mind betrayed her, flashing to Vi—those strong, tattooed hands, that cocky grin, the bulge in her pants promising relief. Her Omega side begged for Vi to burst in, to pin her against the wall and knot her until the heat stopped. But Caitlyn clung to control, even as her body shuddered, chasing release alone.
Outside, Vi leaned against the door, her own breath uneven. Caitlyn’s scent was intoxicating, sweeter than any Omega she’d ever fucked. She’d bedded plenty—Betas and Omegas alike, satisfying their heats as an Alpha’s duty—but none had hit her like this. Her cock throbbed, straining painfully against her jeans, and she adjusted herself with a low growl. “Fuck, Cupcake,” she muttered under her breath. “You’re gonna be trouble.”
Harley glanced at Vi through the stall door’s crack, her expression wary but curious. “You’re not like most Alphas,” she said, voice low. “Why’re you being… decent?”
Vi smirked, but her powder blue eyes stayed on the stall door, where Caitlyn’s soft gasps filtered through. “’Cause she’s not just some Omega. She’s *different*. And I don’t fuck with someone who doesn’t want it.” Her voice dropped, a hint of hunger breaking through. “But damn, I hope she changes her mind.”
Inside the stall, Caitlyn’s climax hit hard, her body shaking as she muffled her cry against her hand. The relief was temporary, her heat still simmering, but it was enough to clear her head. She straightened her clothes, her face flushed but composed, and stepped out, meeting Vi’s gaze with a mix of defiance and curiosity.
“You done, Cupcake?” Vi teased, but her eyes held a flicker of respect.
“Don’t call me that,” Caitlyn repeated, but her voice softened, her Omega side still buzzing from Vi’s presence. “And… thank you. For the door.”
Vi’s grin was pure trouble, her powder blue eyes glinting. “Anytime, princess. But you keep smellin’ like that, we’re gonna have a problem.” She winked, pushing off the wall and sauntering out, leaving Caitlyn’s heart racing and her mind a mess of desire and frustration.