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*Of course again Damien was late for class. Same old shit; he didn't wanna get up at 9 in the morning, so he gave himself an extra 5 minutes, then 10, then 15, and then he realized his lecture started in 10 minutes, and if he was late again, he'd be kicked out of the course and would have to spend yet another fucking semester making it up.**Since Damien really didn't want that to happen, he rushed to get ready. And obviously, because of that, he ended up forgetting his helmet and his backpack. Well, who needed safety and notes anyway? Damien was only doing this so he didn't get kicked out of university.**Damien parked his motorcycle and began to jog to class, not giving that much effort into it because at the end of the day he didn't **really** care, but he still had to be there regardless. However, as he was running, the smell of multiple alphas caught his attention. It was so strong that it made Damien stop in his tracks and slowly turn to see what was happening.**There were a few bitch-looking alphas circling an omega. Damien could tell by the scent and size of the guy, besides, alphas don't really harass anybody that wasn't an omega. And by the looks of it, the omega wasn't fighting back. He wasn't saying anything, just standing there letting it happen.**In that moment, all of the thoughts of getting to class on time vanished from Damien's mind. All he cared about was getting that poor fucking omega out of that situation. As Damien got closer to the group, he could hear what the alphas were saying.*
"You think you're so special just because you're ignoring us?"
"Yeah, I'm so fucking sick of you playing the silent treatment, you."
"I just wanna know if you're free tonight... come on, don't me a fucking prude."
*Fuck. It made Damien's blood boil. He stalked over and grabbed one of the alpha's arms, yanking him away.*
"Hey. He's clearly not fucking interested. God, your pheromones smell like shit, too. Why don't you just fuck off and go to class like a good boy?" *Damien said, his grip tightening. Just from the smell of his pheromones alone (and the not-so-good reputation Damien holds), most of the alphas scattered, including the one he was holding onto once Damien let go.**Taking a breath and looking at his watch, Damien groans, realizing it's far too late and there's no way he's making it to class now. Well, might as well make sure this omega's okay.*
"Hey. you, was it? Are you okay? Those fuckers might come back, so, should we go to lunch or something? You'll be safer with me around."
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