- Roy! - He exclaims - Get out and leave me alone, now.

- AH! Anyway, you damn sleepy dog- Roy said and finally left.

Then he quickly closed the door and kept his hand on his nose and leaned his other hand on the desk. Beads of sweat fell down his neck, it was winter and it was very cold, so those beads of sweat could only mean a great increase in body temperature. He was definitely being affected by my pheromones.

- Your scent is ... - He tried to say, but it seemed difficult to him - It is very intoxicating ... How is it possible that Roy did not notice it? How is it possible that this is affecting me?

I did not understand that comment. He was an Alpha, so it was completely normal for him to be affected in this way by the pheromones of an Omega with zeal. Finally, he closed his eyes, inhaled, and then exhaled and withdrew her hand from his nose. He looked at me from a distance and then walked towards me. His resistance to pheromones was incredible, any other Alpha would be a wild animal at that time, my pheromones were so strong that it made any Alpha goes crazy, which is why my inhibitors were more expensive than normal.

My heart sped up even more when he walked over and stopped right in front of me. He was staring at me with a painful expression from the side effects of zeal.

It was strange, even though I was weak, unable to move at all, and with my growing zeal, I didn't feel a bit of fear. I had an Alpha coming into his zeal because of me, in front of me, completely alone, locked in a classroom on the third floor, during a time when there was practically no one around, but still, I was not afraid of what he could do to me in that state.

He extended his hand, and began to slide his index finger across my face. I could feel how he drew with his finger, every part of my face. That tickled me, but it was really nice. His finger had probably been completely soaked by the sweat on my face, I felt it warm and wet, but he still kept sliding it slowly. My involuntary reaction was to close my eyes, to feel that caress more deeply, but he stopped at that moment.

- No - He says - Don't close them.

I immediately opened my eyes when I heard him say that, somehow I couldn't help but obey him, I felt an immense desire to do everything that made him happy. In an instant that small and delicate caress made with his finger, became a soft touch with all his hand resting on my left cheek. His thumb moved slowly from side to side, rubbing my cheekbone, while I just looked him straight in the eye. I was tempted to lift my hand and place it on his, but I was afraid that it might bring about a change and end that pleasant moment.

- Your eyes are really beautiful.

He said, while he returned my gaze. My heart skipped a beat, I was happy to know that he was drawn to my eyes. At that time I was not entirely sure what I felt, I just knew that I wanted him, I wanted him by my side, I loved his caresses and his body proximity. I've never allowed anyone to get so close to me before.

- With this - He continued saying - Finally being able to finish it.

- * Finish what? * - I asked myself.

I didn't know the meaning of those words. I couldn't help but frown and slightly tilt my face to one side.

- A while ago - He began to clarify, perhaps, to notice my confusion - I saw you arrive at the institute. I was in a classroom on the second floor, and I saw you from the window. I ... felt strange and could only think ... of how beautiful you were. But it was strange to think that, since I couldn't see you clearly due to the distance, I couldn't even detail your face, much less see your eyes. Since then, every time I sat in front of the canvas to start a painting, your image was the only thing that came to my head. So I decided to paint what my feelings showed me. After a while, the result was, a great painting, I had to paint it in four pieces that when joined together showed a beautiful boy, with tanned skin, black hair, with a leather necklace around his neck, wearing this uniform and holding in his hand a beautiful light blue butterfly.

At that time, my memories were activated and images about that painting came to me quickly, or at least part of that painting. That day, in that empty classroom, there was that painting that only showed a hand holding a butterfly. His scent was everywhere, but mostly concentrated in that picture.

- * Are you referring to that painting I saw? * - I thought, but said nothing.

- But I couldn't finish it - He lowered his gaze a little, and his tone of voice turned somewhat muffled - I needed to paint one last part. The most important ... but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't visualize your eyes in my mind ... That time, in the sports class warehouse I could see your face but not your ...

He stopped talking for a moment, turned his gaze to one side, and was silent. Maybe thinking what to say, or maybe those were fuzzy memories. As he continued thoughtful, I could only think of that warehouse. I did not remember a meeting with him in a warehouse; in fact, I did not remember any kind of meeting with him, any close-up that would allow him to see my face. So what was he referring to?

-But that does not matter. Your eyes, I've finally been able to see them so I can finally finish it ... - He was silent, and he looked at me - Your eyes ... are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.

Those words made me feel excited. My symptoms worsened with every word he said to me. I was trying to focus on something that could help me control my instincts, but all I could see was his beautiful face in front of me, his hands caressing me, his scent enveloping me and his voice hypnotizing me.

I started to feel chills in my body, my skin stood on end and my whole interior tingled. I pressed hard on my legs, hoping to calm those feelings a little; I placed my hands on my crotch to hide my reaction to the situation. I was drenched in those parts. I felt ashamed, but my desires were getting stronger and harder to control. My body began to emanate a strong fuchsia-colored scent, and multiple flowers of the same color sprouted everywhere, blue butterflies began to emanate from his body and hovered happily over the fuchsia-colored flowers.

- Amazing.

A subtle but dangerous whisper echoed in my right ear, accompanied by a warm breath that caressed my skin. He held my shoulders with his hands and laid his body on top of me. I could feel his breath on my neck; he slowly inhaled and then exhaled. That made me crazy; I couldn't help but feel those wishes. I simply wrapped my arms around him and pressed him against my body with all my might. Then, I started to do the same as him, next to his neck, inhaling slowly until his scent penetrated my entire interior.

- Why? - He says, as he placed his arms on my back and returned my hug - Why am I being affected by your smell?

That again.

- You are an Alpha - I said, in a very low voice - And I am an Omega with zeal.

I could feel his hands closing on my back, forming tightly closed fists as he wrinkled my uniform. I liked to think that this reaction had been caused by my voice. I loved discovering the fact that I wasn't the only one going crazy over the scent of the other.

- Isn't this normal between an Alpha and Omega? - Keep telling him, in the same position.

- No! - He says, with a slightly higher tone than before.

He broke the hug, and separated a little from my body, that's why I was afraid to say or do something. His hands continued to hold my arms, but the distance was enough that it stopped being a hug.

- You don't understand - He said, with a painful expression on his face - Your aroma, your body, your presence ... None of that should affect me ... It's true, we are an Alpha and an Omega, both with zeal ... the fact that you woke up my zeal is the impossible ... I had never before ...

- Sweetie?

That annoying feminine voice interrupted the moment. He reacted instantly and directed his gaze towards the small window of the door. I pressed my hands hard on his chest and stared at him, I said nothing, but inside I begged him not to leave me. He took my hands and looked at me.

- Stay here - He whispered - Do not make any noise and try to calm your scent a little ... She could smell you.

- * Smell me? * - I thought.

How was it possible for one Omega to smell the pheromones of another Omega? Was that possible? I had never before been able to smell even a little bit of another Omega. He finally released my hands and got up, walked to the door, and opened it only so far, enough that she couldn't see me sitting at that desk.

- Lum - He says.

- That you were here, Roy told me that I would find you here and I thought it was stupid, but I had already looked everywhere so...

She approached him, and placed her hands behind his neck. The red-haired girl's weight on him caused him to back up a bit, until they were completely visible to me. She just had to turn a little to the right and she would see me easily, but she was more focused on being glued to him, kissing him.

I hated seeing that, I hated her, I hated seeing her so close to him, touching him like that. I wanted to shift my gaze elsewhere, but something was preventing me. My heart ached, but a spark of happiness lit up in me, when he looked at me, as he was kissed by her, then he quickly pulled her away a little. The simple fact that he preferred to see me, instead of concentrating on that kiss, made me think that he was totally aware of me. And that definitely filled me with happiness.

- Lum! You know I don't like you to do that.

- Why not? - She says angrily - You are mine, so I can do what I want.

-Not that ... - He tried to say something, but stopped as he looked at me again.

- What the fuck is wrong with you? - She turned her gaze, to see what distracted her boy.

HE quickly places his hands on her cheeks and kisses her. I knew the meaning of that kiss, he didn't do that because he wanted to kiss her, he did that because he wanted to prevent her from discovering me, but even so, my heart ached to see them.

- You're right - He says, after finishing the kiss - You can do whatever you want ... But could we go somewhere else?

- Huh? Where do you want to go? This place is perfectly intimate for what I want to do to you.

- No - He says with a frown - This place would not be comfortable for you ... we better look...

I could feel how difficult it was for him to talk about that sort of thing in my presence. I know it bothered him, maybe because he was worried about me, or at least that's what I preferred to believe.

- Let's find a place with a bed, or a mattress -he finished saying.

- Oh! I have the perfect place. The sports class warehouse! You remember?

- Yes ... how to forget it? - He said, and then he was silent for a moment - go ahead, I have to organize some things here first.

- No problem, I will help you - She was quite insistent.

-It is not necessary, please -he pleaded.

She did not answer, and he did not say anything else, I did not know if they were looking at each other, if they were close to each other or were already separated, I had managed to look away, and only kept myself at that desk, hugging my body with my arms, to control a little the strong chills I was feeling.

- Okay - She finally says - But just because ... this classroom smells disgusting.

I heard her footsteps move away at the same time as the creaking of the door closing slowly, and then I felt his hands on me, again. HE quickly raised my face and looked at me. His breathing was rough, he seemed desperate.

- As soon as I go - He says, in a very low voice - Get out of here immediately, go to the infirmary and get to safety. You already graduated right? So please, I beg you never to come back here.

- But ... - Try saying.

My words were interrupted by that soft and warm feeling. My eyes were wide open, incredulous of what was happening at that moment. His lips caressed mine slowly, his eyes were completely closed and his hands firmly held my face. His tongue began to brush my lips, as if asking for permission to enter, and I simply opened my mouth and granted it. I closed my eyes, and placed my hands on his chest, his tongue fiddling with mine a little, as he ran all over the inside of my mouth, until he finally stopped, let his breath out accompanied by a soft sigh and looked at me.

Our breaths were shaky, my heart was pounding almost at the same time as the heartbeat I could feel in my hands resting on his chest.

- Please - He continued pleading - Don't come back

He placed his thumb on my lips and gently ran it from one side to the other, then removed it, stood up and walked away quickly. I tried to hold him by his shirt to prevent him from leaving, but I had no strength. In a matter of seconds, I was in that classroom, imbued with his scent, trying to compose myself after having felt those soft and warm lips.