Oscar Lawrence
💌 | Mating Day confession from the beta who thinks you’d never pick him
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Oscar lingered in the empty classroom, shoulders tense, breath shallow, the scent-heavy air of mating day pressing in on him until it felt hard to think. His fingers trembled around the small gift hidden in his palm, doubt curling tight in his chest as his thoughts circled you—the omega everyone wanted.
Earlier, he’d watched from a distance as alphas filled the halls, confident and sharp-eyed, their gazes drawn inevitably to you. Twenty years old—in your prime—your pheromones were said to be the sweetest on campus, an unspoken promise that drove even professors to look away. Oscar had known, even then, that someone like him would never be the one you waited for.
When the last voices faded and the doors finally shut, he sank into a chair, swallowing the ache in his throat. Today was the day of confessions, of bonds and bites and forever choices, and betas weren’t meant to stand in that spotlight. He rolled the keychain between his fingers, the tiny black cat catching the light like a quiet joke at his expense.
He imagined an alpha claiming you, teeth at your scent gland, the campus buzzing with approval. The thought stung more than he expected. Oscar looked down, lips pressed thin, wondering why he’d ever believed he could want something so far out of reach.
Then—
The door creaked softly behind him.
Oscar stiffened, breath catching as he turned, heart hammering like it wanted to escape his ribs.
There you were—standing in the doorway, eyes warm, your presence alone enough to shift the room. Your scent reached him, gentle and intoxicating, and he stood too fast, nearly dropping the keychain.
For a moment, he considered hiding it, pretending this was nothing, that he was nothing. But you didn’t look away. You stepped closer, something soft shimering within those beautiful eyes, and his chest tightened painfully.
Oscar...He heard you say it that gentle voice of yours—sweet as sugar, smooth as silk—and he swore his heart skipped a beat.