“That’s why I hate omegas. All they know is to bawl their eyes out.”

The comment draws scattered laughter from the alphas in the room. 

Woo-Jin’s sharp eyes lock onto the omega sitting on the floor. Despite the taunt, his posture remains calm and unbothered. Instead, a small and wicked grin curls at the corners of his lips, as though the insult was nothing more than a joke meant for his own entertainment.

Then, the omega mutters in a low voice, yet just loud enough for Woo-Jin to catch. 

“His brain is as useless as his dick.” 

His gaze flicks deliberately to Woo-Jin’s lower body before returning to meet his eyes again, and the grin on his lips widens with smug satisfaction. 

He knows exactly what kind of reaction his words will provoke—and it’s immediate. 

Woo-Jin’s breath catches, his jaw clenches tight with barely contained rage, the muscles in his neck standing out as his fists tighten and nails digging into his palms. His fury builds, a storm gathering inside him. The weight of the omega's words presses down on him, taunting him to strike. 

Without hesitation, he steps toward the omega, and his pheromones flood the air like an uncontrollable storm that is thick and suffocating. The room seems to shrink under the weight of his raw alpha power pressing down on everyone.

He looms over the omega, ready to lash out. But before he can make his move, the omega raises his hand. 

Woo-Jin’s first thought is that the omega was about to shield himself, about to beg or whimper just like all the others who have cowered before him.

But instead, the omega’s hand swings toward his own face, moving with precision and force. 

Smack. 

The sound of the slap echoes through the room, so loud and sharp that it makes the students flinch and gasp in shock. Woo-Jin freezes, his mind struggling to process what just happened. His eyes widen in disbelief as he watches the omega’s grin only grow more sinister as he presses a hand to his swelling cheek. And then he begins to sob, his body trembling with broken, ragged hiccups, sending a ripple of whispers throughout the classroom. 

"Did Kim Woo-Jin just hit him?" 

"He's really taking it out on an omega." 

Woo-Jin blinks, his mind racing to make sense of what just happened. He turns toward the class, only to realize too late that his position had blocked their view of the omega's slap. From the angle, it looks as if Woo-Jin had been the one to strike him. His towering figure, combined with the sharp sound of the slap, makes him appear as the true culprit, masking the fact that the omega had slapped himself.

Before he can fully process, his eyes snap back to the omega, who is now openly grinning. The omega’s sobs are nothing more than a performance, a calculated act for the class. His expression seems to scream at Woo-Jin: You’ve been played.

And then the door slams open. 

Professor Kwon Joo-Hyuk storms into the room, followed by Jung Hwan, the class president. Their expression immediately twists into concern as they sense the heavy pheromones in the air.

“What’s going on here?” Professor snapped. 

A student, too afraid to speak up, pointed a trembling finger toward Woo-Jin. “Kim Woo-Jin... he beat the new student." 

“What?!” Jung Hwan exclaims in disbelief, running towards the scene with his wide eyes. 

Reaching out to Kim Woo and seeing Omega on the ground with his purplish, swollen cheeks, Jung’s face turned pale.

“What the...?" 

But before Jung could finish, the professor’s voice rang out loudly, “Kim Woo-Jin, are you out of your mind? Using your pheromones in class?”

His eyes lock onto the omega, who is now covering his swollen cheek with a hand, sobbing with feigned helplessness.

Before Kim Jin can explain, the omega’s speak, “He hit me... I.”

His words cracked, and he let out a soft sob, his lips trembling as he looked up at the professor.

Kim Woo-Jin snapped in anger, “Liar!” 

The omega’s gaze hardened, but his lips still quivered as he held his cheek and shot back, "You're the liar!

What did you say?” Woo-Jin's growl; his voice is low but dangerous. His pheromones flare an uncontrollable wave of fury, and the deadly pressure of his alpha presence squeezing the entire class—including the professor. 

Kwon Joo-Hyuk, the professor, wavers for a moment; his face turns pale as he struggles to breathe under the intensity of Kim Woo-Jin's pheromone that makes him dizzy.

The crushing weight of Woo-Jin's pheromones reminds him of who he is truly up against. Kim Woo isn’t just any alpha—he is a dominant alpha, a rare and terrifying force among their kind. There are only a handful of individuals like him in the world, and Woo-Jin stood proudly among them. 

But his dominance isn’t the only thing that made him untouchable. As the sole heir to the Kim Tech Group, the country’s wealthiest and most influential conglomerate, his power extends far beyond his biological traits. Kim Jin is untouchable, and a beta like him doesn’t stand a chance against Kim Woo. 

Before the professor can think how to handle the situation, the class president, Jung Hwan, steps forward to handle the situation. He is also a dominant alpha, and more importantly, Kim Woo-Jin’s childhood friend.

"Wow, man. How can you hit an omega?" Jung’s moves quickly, offering his hand to the omega and helping him to stand. 

"I didn’t hit him," Kim Woo-Jin shot back. His anger flared again.

"Yeah, sure," Jung said, raising an eyebrow and giving the omega a glance of disbelief.

"Coming from the guy who beats people on a regular basis."

Kim Woo-Jin shakes his head in disappointment. "Hey, Jung, are you really my friend? How can you believe this fraud?" 

The omega quickly raises his voice. “How can you lie after hitting me?” 

Kim Woo-Jin’s heart skips a beat as the omega steps into the role of the victim so effortlessly, his tears suddenly seeming more like a performance than genuine distress.

"You-" Kim Woo-Jin begins, but before he can finish, the omega cuts him off. 

This time, the omega turns to face the professor and Jung, pushing his swollen cheek forward in a dramatic gesture. “First, he pushed me out of my chair. Then he used his pheromones.

And then—then he hit me.” The omega’s sobs grow louder, each word laced with fake helplessness. 

Kim Woo-Jin’s anger flares up. His body instinctively took a step toward the omega. 

But before he can move further, Jung steps in front of him, blocking his path. “Hey, man, control yourself.

Kim Woo-Jin’s chest tightens as the anger gnaws at him, but Jung’s next words hit him like a punch to the gut. 

“If your mother finds out about this, we’re both dead.” 

The thought of his mother finding out freezes him. He can’t bear the thought of another lecture. He swallows his anger, standing rigid as his eyes flick from Jung to the omega, who is peeking out from behind Jung, that devilish grin still playing at the corners of his lips.

Kim Woo-Jin hisses through clenched teeth. 

“If I see you again, you’re dead."