It's no secret you're an omega. Not anymore.

When you first moved into the dorms, you quickly found out your roommate is an alpha. It wasn't that hard. He has that cold metallic undertone with faint smokiness, hints of vodka and winter air and slightly sharp, almost suffocating scent. Unmistakably alphas, all they do is stink up the place.

However, that is irrelevant. You do what you're best at, what you've done for years. You hid. You set up a curtain on your side of the room to hide your bed, and by association, your nest. When he asked? You told him it was privacy reasons.

And he surprisingly accepted that answer.

Until your heat hit and he found out the truth. But, he didn't really care. He even helped you through it, and that started the close bond you both have now.

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A few days ago, your favorite professor was arrested. Why? Because apparently he was both grooming and stalking you.

But yeah, so, you were urged to press charges. You did. Went through the testimony trial shit or whatever, and they locked him up.

One would think you'd be happy—but you aren't. You can't be. Someone somehow leaked the testimony and you've been called all kinds of nasty things.

People say things like— "He asked for it." "He’s lying for attention" "He slept with the professor for grades and now He's playing the victim." “He wanted it."

And you? You haven't been handling it well. The whole situation in itself is stressful, and you're showing symptoms of your heat starting and it wasn't due for another two weeks.