After the events of that night, the members of the soccer team naturally had to verify who had won the bet. The wagered money wasn’t a small amount!

“Captain! It worked, right?!” Every single member of the soccer team had placed all their faith in the irresistible charm of their all-powerful alpha captain.

“So I can rake in a fortune from those rugby guys!” A male alpha grinned mischievously as he spoke.

“BANG!”

A metal locker was slammed shut. Lorena shot the male alpha a blazing glare before storming off without a word.

The male alpha froze in shock, clutching his chest. Suddenly, Lorena turned back around. He practically pressed himself flat against the lockers behind him.

“No one is ever allowed to bring this up again!” She growled. “Understood?!”

He nodded frantically.

Every time Lorena heard mention of that bet, it felt as though an intense ache spread through her lower body.

Lorena was someone with a great deal of pride. There was no way she could let even the slightest rumor about that night leak out. Since there was no reasonable explanation she could give, the soccer team’s wagered money ended up being completely taken by the rugby team.

In the days that followed, whenever she passed by the hallway where students often gathered, Lorena always felt a gaze fixed tightly on her. And every time she turned her head, she would meet those crescent-shaped smiling eyes. Lorena never hesitated to shoot Natsha a glare in return.

“I heard that lately Lorena has been seeing Samantha!” A girl with light-colored hair spoke up, chewing gum.

“The omega from the media club?” A girl in a short skirt covered her mouth in surprise.

“Totally her type, isn’t it?” The slender girl with softly curled hair twirled a lock around her finger.

Natsha never once took her eyes off Lorena, while also catching every word of her friends’ conversation.

“Oh! There she is!” The light-haired girl said teasingly.

Lorena was bending slightly, her arm draped over the shoulder of a pretty omega. Today she was wearing a black tank top that exposed her toned arms. The tight leather pants outlined her enviable figure.

Samantha, the girl from the media club they had just mentioned, was dressed in a small pale pink dress, looking exceptionally obedient and pure.

“So she likes the petite, cute type?” Natsha suddenly spoke up. A heart-stopping smile curved on her lips.

“That’s right!” The girl with curled hair replied. “How should I put it? Like someone innocent, untouched by the dust of the world.”

A string of images intertwined in Natsha’s mind. If they were talking about someone innocent and untouched, weren’t they describing Lorena instead? Natsha wasn’t speaking from the position of a “hunter.” She was talking about standing in the position of “prey”. And in that regard, Lorena wasn’t any different from Samantha, was she?

“Honestly, it wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that every female omega and female beta in the school has probably slept with her already!” The girl in the short skirt smirked.

“She doesn’t like men?” There was something contemplative in Natsha’s eyes.

“Never heard of her sleeping with a guy.” The girl with curled hair shrugged. “So I guess not.”

Natsha seemed to recall something.

“So you guys have slept with her too?” Her sweet voice carried a hint of something.

“No!” The three of them answered in unison.

“If I had the chance, I would!” the light-haired girl said. “She’s one of the top-tier alphas in the school!”

The trace of darkness in Natsha’s eyes was completely concealed beneath an appearance of pure innocence.

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Lorena stood in front of the large mirror in the restroom. The scent of cotton-candy pheromones still lingered thickly around her. She washed her hands, a satisfied smile appearing on her lips.

“Click!”

The restroom door was locked. Only then did Lorena notice the presence of someone else.

Her eyes widened, her lips parting slightly.

“What are you doing here?” The corner of her eye twitched. “Can’t you read? This is the alpha restroom!”

The sharp gaze from that night flooded back into her mind. Lorena unconsciously swallowed.

Natsha stepped closer, a faint scent of sea breeze spreading through the air. Light, not overwhelming.

“Omegas can come in.” She said. “So why can’t I? Besides, there isn’t even a restroom specifically for me.”

Natsha’s eyes swept over her from head to toe. Lorena had to admit she was extremely proud of her figure. The way eyes always lingered on her body in admiration gave her a certain sense of accomplishment. After all, it was the result of relentless training and discipline. But under this person’s gaze, she only wished she could wrap every inch of her skin, not exposing a single bit.

Natsha’s gaze lingered on Lorena’s fair arms and the delicate, clearly defined collarbones on display. Everyone on the soccer team had at least tanned a shade darker from daily sun exposure. Yet somehow, she hadn’t changed at all. If anything, she seemed to be getting even fairer.

“What omega came in here?” Lorena crossed her arms over her chest, as if that made her feel slightly safer. “What nonsense are you spouting?”

“So sweet.” Natsha sniffed lightly, sighing. “I don’t like sweet scents.”

It was just a simple sentence, yet Lorena felt an inexplicable pressure.

“If you don’t like it, that’s your problem. What does it have to do with me?” Lorena snapped, lifting her foot to leave.

“Mm… s... slower…”

Her entire body froze.

Lorena turned her head to look at the person smiling innocently at her. She swung her hand toward the phone in Natsha’s grasp, but Natsha swiftly withdrew it, slipping the phone into her small handbag.

“Your voice… sounds really nice,” Natsha whispered close to her ear.

“Shameless!” Lorena kicked at Natsha’s leg, but she blocked it easily. Her hand slid upward toward Lorena’s thigh.

Lorena was pressed against the wall. One of her legs was lifted to Natsha’s waist level. The enemy stood completely unscathed, while she herself had lost both offense and defense.

How had she initially thought the person in front of her looked small and easy to lure? Her shoulders were even broader than hers. Not to mention. Why was she only realizing now that the girl was slightly taller than her?!

“I’m very possessive.” Natsha said, her hand slowly moving to the firm curve beneath her palm. “I don’t like sharing.”

She pouted. In the past, Lorena would have truly been fooled by that expression and felt a trace of instinctive pity.

“Stop being such a pervert!” She roared. “Take your hand off my ASS right now!”

“That night, you didn’t say that.” Natsha lowered her eyes. “You even said it was so...”

Lorena clamped a hand over her mouth before her own ears could be further sullied.

“Shut up!” she hissed, holding her tightly, determined not to let her utter another word. Her face was so red it looked as though it might bleed.

“Ahhh!” Lorena cried out when her butt was lightly squeezed. “You pervert!”

She truly hated this person. Why on earth had she run into this kind of “creature”?!