Chapter 22
Café, Confessions, & the Sleepy Alpha Who Keeps Finding Her
06:00 AM – Morning Routine
Alarm? Ignored.
Plug? Still whirring like a vibrator on low battery.
The Heart Lube Protector™ is now beeping politely like: "Good morning, I'm full of sin."
Raven, half-asleep, logs her thoughts:
"Do not forget: new plug, better sealant. I woke up smelling like a bakery run by succubi again."
Shower. Cold.
Suppressants: four. She coughed peach mist like a faulty air freshener.
Outfit: A full black windbreaker that rustles with every step, oversized joggers, hood up.
Sketchpad and caffeinated lip balm: equipped.
Plug? Secured. Shining. Maybe too shiny.
08:00 AM – The Daily Café (aka Smut Office)
Location: Campus café.
Name: Omegaccino (yes, it's real, yes, she regrets discovering it).
Drink of choice: Quad espresso with oat milk and a shot of "inspiration."
Sketchpad: Already open.
Scene: "Omega Emperor's Collar Snapped By Beta Commander."
She sips.
Draws.
Sips again—slower this time.
A beta barista, visibly trembling, delivers her drink. His hands shake as he speaks:
"You... um… you left yesterday without... without finishing that panel. The one where the omega—uh—sits on the throne backwards?"
Raven smiles.
Pure. Innocent.
Says:
"Oh, the one with the throne gagging design? I'll post it tonight."
Barista faints.
Raven steals his pen. It's nice.
09:30 AM – Therapy Booth Call
She's whispering.
But not really.
"Doc. We need to upgrade the plug. This one sounds like it's moaning."
"It's not designed for 24/7 wear, Riven."
"I am a legacy fujoshi. I don't take it off."
"...Is that the café espresso machine in the background?"
"No. That's my plug. It purrs now."
"Jesus Christ."
10:30 AM – Sleepy Alpha Returns
Valen. Again.
Falls asleep near her table this time, hoodie up, head down.
Raven barely notices him—too busy sketching two omegas in a bondage duel.
He leans closer.
Breathes in.
She smells like warm sin dipped in honeyed regret.
Valen's brain:
"This scent. He's always sketching. Always smelling like that. Who is he?"
Raven's brain:
"Why do I smell burnt sugar? Is the espresso bar on fire?"
They don't talk.
But the table vibrates slightly.
No one knows why.
11:45 AM – Professors in Passing
Caelum Roivan spots her.
Same café.
She's mid-sentence, whispering to herself while drawing:
"Of course he'd spit in his hand before fisting him against the chalkboard—classic academic aggression."
Caelum stops.
Looks.
Sees the sketchpad open: a professor with his tie being used as a leash.
His eye twitches.
"So he's the reason the entire faculty scent-masks before class now..."
12:00 PM – Daily Fujoshi Diary Log (Private, encrypted, no one must ever see it)
Valen still smells like danger candy. Keeps sleeping on or near me. Why do I feel… cozy?
Café beta collapsed after I said "throne gagging." Whoops.
Professors' aura is feeding me. Might sketch a triple alpha gag choke—for plot.
I am now 87% plug. My soul is lube.
Need to buy pen cleaner. Ink exploded after writing "penetration" twenty times.
New mental note: ask alpha nurse if "peach scent" is addictive.
End of Day Thought:
Do not narrate fanfiction in public unless you're ready to seduce an entire zip code by accident.