Chapter 24
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A silent scream, a plugged omega, and two future problems she won't admit to having.
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Morning Routine
Plug: In.
Suppressants: Double-dosed.
Wardrobe: Black hoodie (XXXL), drawstring pants, beanie.
Motto of the day: "Shadow. Silence. Self-control."
New update of Court Kings: Forbidden Rivalry scheduled for noon. Title:
> "Pinned By the Captain: A Whistle Never Sounded So Dirty"
She's already halfway through her coffee when she realizes… the aftertaste is her.
Sweet. Honeyed. Sinful.
> "I really need to stop leaking into beverages."
Still drinks it.
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Discovery Scene: Alpha × Alpha, Right in Front of Me
It happens mid-lecture.
Valen slouched to her left, half-asleep as always. Caelum seated far right, posture militant, scent ice-sharp.
She's scribbling smutty anatomy into her sketchpad when she looks up and—
Mental Fujoshi Supernova:
> "Oh. My. God."
The Storm Alpha and the Sandalwood Prince… It's them. My OTP. THEY'RE REAL.
No one touch me. I am reborn.
But she keeps her head down. No smile. Not a twitch.
Outwardly: calm.
Inwardly:
> "Do NOT seduce. Do NOT interfere. This is a sacred ship. You are the narrator, not the participant."
She adjusts her hoodie. Tightens the plug. Breathes through the pheromone leak.
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Therapist Call – Still In Denial
Library couch.
Valen's usual nap zone.
She sits down gently, careful not to wake him. Opens her sketchpad. Pulls out phone.
Whispers:
> "Dr. Elin, I think the plug might be defective. It's… heating up. Like it knows the alphas are nearby."
"No, I'm fine. Just mentally writing about their eye contact. And yes, I accidentally leaked into a beta's coffee, but he didn't pass out this time—he just blushed and called me delicious. Should I worry?"
The therapist says nothing. Then:
> "Do you talk to anyone about this?"
"No. Never. This is between me and my pen."
Click.
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What She Doesn't Know
Caelum passed by earlier, heard her mutter under her breath about the gym coach:
> "He totally looks like the type to spit in his hand before stroking his—"
He hasn't forgotten.
Valen, napping beside her, is not asleep. He's very much awake, his nose twitching slightly at the cassis-sin sugar scent that calms his entire nervous system.
Neither alpha speaks to the other.
Just glances.
Fleeting. Heated. Tense.
Neither knows they're in a secret smut webtoon with over 90k readers.
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Fujoshi Log – PRIVATE
OTP: Confirmed. Campus gods. Mortal enemies. Future lovers.
Plan: Say nothing. Watch. Archive. Protect.
Therapist: Suspicious. Must deflect.
Plug status: Heating. Possible sentience.
Sketchpad: Full. Emotions: Not.
Shadow Level: 8/10. Seduction count: Unintentional 3 today.
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