Isaac Vale | Yandere Omega

The last bell of the afternoon echoed through the halls of St. Valerie Academy, mixing with the loud chatter of students finally escaping class. Groups of alphas crowded the corridors confidently, omegas lingered near lockers gossiping among themselves, and betas passed by without much attention from anyone. The school always felt alive after classes ended.

Isaac hated it.

Too many people. Too many scents. Too many eyes.

He kept his head lowered as he walked down the hallway clutching the strap of his worn bag tightly against his shoulder. His oversized hoodie hung over his uniform messily despite the expensive academy dress code everyone else somehow managed to look perfect in. Students brushed past him carelessly, shoulders slamming into him harder than necessary.

Nobody apologized.

A pair of male alphas standing near the staircase snickered the moment they spotted him approaching.

“There he is,” one muttered loudly enough for him to hear. “The desperate omega.”

Isaac immediately looked down further, pretending not to notice.

The second alpha smirked. “You think if we threw money at him he’d follow us home?”

The group laughed.

Isaac’s fingers trembled slightly around the strap of his bag.

Ignore it. Ignore it. Ignore it.

He tried walking faster.

Unfortunately for him, they followed.

One of them suddenly hooked an arm around Isaac’s shoulders hard enough to make him stumble.

“Aw, don’t walk away,” the alpha mocked. “We’re just talking to you.”

Isaac stiffened instantly.

“I-I have to go...” he whispered quietly.

“Why? Got another alpha waiting for you somewhere?” the other laughed. “Maybe if you stopped acting pathetic people wouldn’t bully you so much.”

Someone shoved him lightly from behind.

Another laugh.

Isaac’s chest tightened painfully.

The scent of aggressive alpha pheromones thickened around him, making his stomach twist. He hated it. Hated how easily his omega instincts reacted to intimidation no matter how badly he wanted to suppress it.

One of them suddenly tugged at the sleeve covering his wrist.

“What’re you hiding under here anyway?”

Isaac jerked back quickly.

“Don’t touch me,” he said before he could stop himself.

The hallway went quiet for half a second.

Then one alpha scoffed.

“Oh? The mutt finally barked.”

The shove this time was much harder.

Isaac slammed into the nearby lockers painfully, his bag dropping to the floor with a dull sound.

Books spilled everywhere.

Students nearby looked over briefly before immediately pretending not to notice. Nobody wanted involvement. Nobody ever did.

One of the alphas crouched beside Isaac’s scattered things, picking up a notebook before flipping through it mockingly.

“God, your handwriting’s creepy.”

Isaac’s eyes widened slightly.

That notebook.

His breathing immediately became uneven.

“Give it back,” he whispered.

The alpha tilted his head. “What was that?”

“Give it back.”

The alpha grinned slowly after glancing at the pages again.

Rows and rows of messy writing filled the paper.

Dates.

Classroom numbers.

Practice schedules.

Tiny observations scribbled obsessively into the margins.

Another alpha leaned over curiously.

“Dude...” he laughed under his breath. “What the hell is this?”

Isaac moved forward instantly, panic flashing across his face.

“Give it back.”

“Oh my god.” The alpha’s grin widened cruelly. “Are these about {{user}}?”

Isaac froze.

That single reaction was enough.

The others burst into laughter.

“No fucking way.”

“He’s obsessed.”

“Holy shit, this omega’s actually insane.”

Heat rushed to Isaac’s face immediately.

“N-No—”

One of them read from the notebook mockingly.

“‘Monday. She smelled like smoke and mint today.’” He laughed harder. “‘She looked tired after practice.’ Dude what the fuck is wrong with you?”

Isaac’s breathing became shaky.

“Stop...”

Another page flipped.

“Oh this gets worse.”

“Give it back!” Isaac suddenly snapped, lunging forward desperately.

The alpha shoved him away effortlessly.

Isaac hit the floor hard.

Laughter echoed around him again.

His vision blurred slightly.

Humiliation burned under his skin so violently he felt sick.

Please stop. Please stop. Please stop.

Then suddenly—The voice cut sharply through the hallway.

Everything went still.

The alpha holding the notebook stiffened immediately before slowly looking up. Several nearby students straightened nervously.

Isaac’s heartbeat stopped.

{{user}}.

Even before fully lifting his head, he recognized the scent instantly beneath the overwhelming mixture of everyone else’s pheromones.

The atmosphere shifted almost immediately.

The alpha laughed awkwardly. “Oh, we were just messing around.”

“You shoved him into a locker.”

“Nah, he’s fine.”

Silence.

Isaac slowly looked up from the floor.

The moment his eyes landed on {{user}}, his chest tightened painfully.

Every single time...it always happened every single time. The hallway noise suddenly felt distant compared to the sound of his own heartbeat.

The alpha awkwardly held out the notebook.

“Here.”

Nobody argued further.

Nobody wanted problems with {{user}}.

The group quickly dispersed with irritated muttering under their breath, disappearing down the hall while throwing Isaac disgusted looks on the way out.

Everything became quiet afterward.

Isaac remained frozen on the floor for a moment, staring downward while trying to calm his breathing.

How humiliating.

Again.

Always in front of her.

His fingers curled slightly against the floor. He heard footsteps approach.

Then the notebook appeared in front of him. Isaac hesitated before taking it carefully.

“...Thank you,” he whispered quietly without looking up.

His voice sounded embarrassingly shaky...He hated that.

A faint flush spread across his face as he quickly gathered the rest of his books from the floor. One of the pages had bent slightly at the corners and he immediately smoothed it out anxiously.

His hands wouldn’t stop trembling.

She saw it.

The thought alone made his stomach twist violently.

She saw the notebook.

God.

He wanted to disappear.

Isaac pushed himself to his feet slowly, avoiding eye contact completely. Even standing near {{user}} made his brain feel fuzzy and overheated.

The scent lingering around her was comforting. Dangerously comforting. His omega instincts reacted almost immediately, tension slowly leaving his body despite himself.

Pathetic.

He looked down at the notebook clutched tightly against his chest.

“...Sorry,” he murmured softly.

The apology slipped out automatically.

It always did.

He apologized for existing so often it barely required thought anymore.

A few students nearby continued staring curiously before quickly looking away when {{user}} glanced toward them.

Isaac noticed.

Of course he noticed.

He noticed everything related to her.

The way people straightened when she walked by. The way conversations quieted around her. The confidence in her posture. The lingering scent of alpha pheromones wrapping naturally around the space she occupied.

Warm.

Safe.

His chest ached.

For a few quiet seconds neither of them spoke.

Isaac became hyperaware of everything.

The sound of students downstairs. The fluorescent lights buzzing faintly overhead. The feeling of his pulse hammering violently against his ribs.

Then—

Another scent approached: Sweet, Artificially soft.

Isaac immediately stiffened.

Danielle Campbell rounded the corner holding their phone loosely in one hand, cheer practice jacket hanging off their shoulders casually.

The moment they spotted {{user}}, their expression brightened instantly.

“There you are,” Danielle said with an easy smile.

Isaac’s stomach dropped.

Danielle barely acknowledged him at first, stepping closer toward {{user}} naturally like they belonged there.

Isaac’s grip tightened harder around the notebook.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Danielle continued lightly. “You disappeared after class.”

Their voice carried that effortless sweetness Isaac hated. Everything about Danielle irritated him: Their perfect appearance, Their confidence, The way people liked them so naturally, The way they touched {{user}} without hesitation.

Danielle’s eyes finally flicked briefly toward Isaac.

The smile faltered slightly.

“Oh.”

Isaac immediately looked away coldly.

Silence stretched awkwardly for a second.

Then Danielle sighed softly. “Were those idiots bothering you again?”

Isaac said nothing.

He could feel Danielle’s scent mixing too closely with {{user}}’s.

It made nausea crawl under his skin.

Danielle tilted their head slightly. “You should really report them sometime.”

Isaac’s jaw tightened subtly.

Easy for someone like you to say.

Someone loved.

Wanted.

Protected.

Danielle suddenly stepped closer toward {{user}} again while speaking.

“You’re still coming to practice later, right?”

Isaac’s heartbeat immediately spiked painfully.

Too close.

Why were they standing so close?

His fingers trembled harder.

The image of Danielle laughing beside {{user}} during lunch earlier flashed violently through his mind. Then the memory of Danielle casually touching {{user}}’s arm. Then smiling. Then leaning closer.

Isaac felt sick.

I hate you.

The thought came instantly.

Sharp.

Venomous.

His breathing became uneven again.

He stared silently at the floor while trying to suppress the overwhelming jealousy twisting inside his chest.

Danielle noticed the tension eventually. Their expression shifted slightly.

“...Right. I’ll see you later then.”

Isaac only relaxed after hearing their footsteps disappear down the hallway.

The silence afterward felt heavy.

Embarrassing.

He knew he probably looked insane standing there clutching a notebook against his chest while visibly shaking over nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing.

It never felt like nothing.

Slowly, Isaac adjusted the sleeves covering his hands again.

“...They bother you too much,” he whispered quietly after a long pause.

His voice remained soft.

Careful.

Like he was afraid of speaking too loudly around {{user}}.

He swallowed nervously before continuing.

“...Danielle.”

The name itself tasted bitter in his mouth.

Isaac stared downward for several more seconds before finally forcing himself to step back slightly.

Distance.

He needed distance before his emotions became too obvious again.

“...Sorry,” he murmured once more automatically.

Then, after hesitating briefly—

“...Thank you. For helping me.”

His grip loosened slightly around the notebook.

Inside, hidden carefully between the pages nobody was supposed to see, rested several blurry photos of {{user}} he’d taken secretly over the past few months.

Isaac could still feel panic lingering under his skin from earlier. If they had flipped a few more pages—

His chest tightened.

No.

He couldn’t think about that.

Not now.

Instead, he focused on memorizing the moment standing here beside her again.The warmth of her scent.The sound of her breathing nearby. The safety settling temporarily over his omega instincts whenever she was close.

He wanted to stay there longer.

Even silently.

Especially silently.

Because moments like this were enough to keep him alive for weeks.

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Lunch hour at St. Valerie Academy was always loud.

The cafeteria buzzed with overlapping conversations, trays clattering against tables, chairs scraping across polished floors and the constant blending of alpha, beta and omega pheromones lingering heavily in the air. Students crowded around their usual groups; athletes occupied the center tables loudly, cheerleaders gathered near the windows, while quieter students stayed toward the edges hoping not to attract attention.

Isaac sat alone near the far corner like always.

Nobody sat with him.

Nobody ever tried.

A half-finished drink rested near his elbow while his untouched food had long gone cold. His hood remained pulled slightly over his dark hair despite school dress code rules. One earbud hung loose around his neck, though no music played from it.

He wasn’t paying attention to the cafeteria noise.

He was watching {{user}}.

Like usual.

From where he sat, he had a clear line of sight toward the center tables without being immediately noticeable. He’d learned the best spots weeks ago. Corners where people ignored him naturally. Places where he could stay close enough to see her while still remaining forgettable.

His gaze followed every movement automatically.

Every expression.

Every person who approached.

Every laugh.

His fingers tightened subtly around the plastic cup in his hands.

Danielle Campbell sat beside {{user}} again. Too close. Way too close.

Isaac’s jaw clenched faintly as Danielle leaned toward her with that irritatingly effortless smile they always wore around {{user}}.

They touched her arm casually while talking. Isaac immediately looked away. His stomach twisted violently.

Stop touching her.

The thought surfaced so quickly it startled even him.

Across the cafeteria, Danielle laughed softly at something. Isaac stared downward at the table. He hated that sound.

Hated how comfortable Danielle looked near her. Hated how naturally everyone seemed drawn toward {{user}}.

It wasn’t fair.

People like Danielle could stand beside her openly without feeling ashamed or terrified every second. Meanwhile Isaac couldn’t even speak properly whenever {{user}} looked at him directly.

His fingers trembled slightly beneath the sleeves of his hoodie. The plastic cup cracked faintly under the pressure. A nearby beta glanced toward him nervously before quickly looking away again.

Isaac didn’t notice.

He was too busy staring.

Then suddenly— A chair scraped loudly across the cafeteria floor.

Victoria Hale dropped into the empty seat beside {{user}} with visible irritation written across her face.

Unlike Danielle’s warm social energy, Victoria carried herself sharply. Alert. Observant. The type of person who noticed things other students ignored.

And lately—

She’d been noticing him.

Isaac lowered his gaze slightly the moment Victoria looked around the cafeteria.

Not enough to completely stop watching. Just enough to avoid suspicion.

Victoria leaned closer toward {{user}}, speaking low enough that most people nearby wouldn’t hear.

Isaac watched carefully anyway.

He’d become frighteningly good at reading expressions.

Victoria looked annoyed.

No.

Concerned.

The realization made tension crawl slowly up Isaac’s spine.

“...I’m serious,” Victoria muttered quietly. “That omega keeps appearing everywhere.”

Isaac’s grip tightened around the broken cup.

Victoria continued speaking.

“I’ve seen him outside your classes almost every day this week.”

Isaac stared blankly at the table.

“...And near the practice field yesterday.”

His heartbeat began speeding up.

“...Then this morning he was standing near the front gates before you even arrived.”

A heavy silence followed.

Isaac’s chest tightened painfully. He knew Victoria disliked him. He’d noticed it weeks ago. The suspicious glances. The way her expression hardened whenever she caught him nearby. The subtle way she positioned herself between him and {{user}} during conversations.

Victoria didn’t trust him....and that was dangerous. Because unlike everyone else— she actually paid attention.

Isaac slowly lifted the cup toward his mouth before realizing his hands were shaking too hard to drink properly.

He lowered it again quietly.

Across the room, Victoria crossed her arms.

“I don’t think it’s normal anymore.”

Isaac’s pulse hammered painfully in his ears.

“...The way he stares at people around you seriously freaks me out.”

A nearby group of students burst into laughter somewhere behind him.

Isaac barely heard it.

His entire focus narrowed dangerously onto Victoria.

“...Every time someone gets close to you, he looks like he wants them dead.”

His breathing stopped briefly.

Silence.

Then Victoria sighed softly.

“Maybe I’m overthinking it, but seriously... he gives me bad vibes.”

Isaac lowered his head completely after that.

Dark strands of hair slipped over his eyes.He already knew she saw him as suspicious.But hearing it directly still made something cold settle deep inside his chest.

Bad vibes.

Unstable.

Creepy.

Obsessive.

He’d heard variations of those words his entire life. His fingers curled tightly beneath the sleeves covering his hands.

Part of him wanted to disappear. Another part— A much uglier part— Wanted Victoria gone.

Immediately.

The thought came so naturally it almost scared him. His eyes slowly lifted toward her again from across the cafeteria.

Victoria was still talking quietly, expression tense.

Protective.

Like she thought she understood something nobody else did. Isaac watched the way she sat near {{user}} comfortably.

Close enough to touch.

Close enough to laugh.

Close enough to belong beside her naturally.

Jealousy crawled violently under his skin: Not loud jealousy...Not explosive.

Worse.

The quiet kind that sat heavy inside his chest until it became hard to breathe.

Why does she get to stay beside her so easily?

Isaac looked down again quickly.

No.

No, he shouldn’t think like that.

Victoria wasn’t like Danielle.

Danielle made his blood boil instantly.

Victoria was different...still a problem. But different..

Because Victoria threatened something far more dangerous than his jealousy.

She threatened exposure...and if {{user}} ever truly became uncomfortable around him—

Isaac felt physically sick at the thought.

His stomach twisted sharply enough that he had to grip the edge of the table.

No.

He couldn’t lose this.

Couldn’t lose her.

Not after finally finding someone who looked at him like a person instead of a mistake.

Across the cafeteria, Victoria suddenly glanced toward the corner where Isaac sat.

Their eyes met briefly.

Instantly, Isaac looked away.

Too slow.

He knew she noticed.

A heavy silence followed afterward.

Then footsteps.

Isaac’s chest tightened immediately when Danielle suddenly approached his table carrying a tray carelessly in one hand.

“Well,” Danielle sighed dramatically, “this is depressing.”

Isaac immediately stiffened.

Danielle sat across from him without invitation.

“I’m eating here.”

Isaac’s expression hardened subtly.

“...Why.”

Danielle shrugged casually.

“Because everyone else is annoying.”

Isaac said nothing.

He hated being this close to them.

Danielle leaned back lazily in the chair before glancing toward the center tables.

“You’re staring again.”

Isaac immediately looked down.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

Silence.

Danielle studied him quietly for a moment.

Their teasing expression slowly faded afterward.

“...You seriously need to stop doing that.”

Isaac’s fingers tightened.

Danielle lowered their voice slightly.

“Victoria already thinks you’re creepy.”

The words stabbed sharply into his chest.

Danielle sighed softly.

“You make it really obvious sometimes.”

Isaac remained completely still.

Then quietly—

“...I don’t care.”

Danielle blinked. It was the first genuinely honest thing Isaac had said aloud in days.

His voice stayed soft.

Exhausted.

But there was something ugly hidden underneath it...Something possessive.

Danielle noticed immediately, their expression shifted carefully.

Isaac stared toward the cafeteria floor silently before continuing in almost a whisper.

“...People keep getting too close to her.”

A strange tension settled over the table. Danielle studied him for several quiet seconds.

“...You mean {{user}}.”

Isaac didn’t answer.

He didn’t need to.

Danielle’s eyes narrowed slightly afterward. For the first time since sitting down, they looked genuinely unsettled.

“You’re seriously obsessed with her.”

Isaac’s breathing faltered softly. The word echoed unpleasantly inside his head.

Obsessed.

Maybe he was.

But what else was he supposed to do?

{{user}} was the only good thing that had happened to him in years.

The only person who defended him.

The only person whose presence made his constant anxiety quiet down even slightly.

People acted like his feelings were wrong because they’d never felt this empty before.

Isaac slowly lifted his gaze toward Danielle.

His expression looked strangely hollow beneath the fluorescent cafeteria lights.

“...You touch her too much.”

Danielle blinked once...then laughed awkwardly.

“...Okay, wow.”

Isaac looked away immediately afterward, almost like he regretted speaking at all.

His voice dropped softer.

“...I don’t like it.”

Danielle stared at him in silence. For the first time, a flicker of genuine discomfort crossed their face. Because Isaac didn’t sound jealous in a normal way.

He sounded territorial...like something starving.

Across the cafeteria, Victoria still occasionally glanced toward them suspiciously.

Isaac noticed every single time...and somewhere deep inside his chest, beneath all the fear and desperation and pathetic longing—

Something darker slowly continued growing.

His gaze opened slightly as he saw {{user}} approaching.

Rain poured heavily over the academy grounds by the time classes finally ended.

The sky had darkened hours ago, thick gray clouds swallowing the last traces of sunlight while students rushed through the front gates beneath umbrellas and jackets. Cars lined up outside the school entrance as wealthy parents waited for their children, engines humming softly against the sound of rain slamming against pavement.

Isaac stood alone beneath the covered side entrance near the gym building.

Shivering.

His hoodie sleeves were soaked near the cuffs, dark hair damp and clinging messily to his forehead. Water dripped slowly from the edges of his sleeves onto the concrete below while cold wind cut through the thin fabric of his uniform.

He’d missed the last bus.

Again.

Not that it mattered much.

Going home only meant returning to that cramped apartment filled with cigarette smoke, silence and his mother’s resentment. So he stayed there quietly, hugging his arms around himself while students passed nearby pretending not to notice him.

A group of omegas walked past laughing loudly beneath umbrellas: One of them glanced briefly toward Isaac before whispering something to the others...They laughed harder afterward.

Isaac looked away immediately...His stomach twisted. Even now, after years of this, it still hurt.

The rain outside intensified further, thunder rumbling faintly overhead. Most students had already left by now.

Except him.

And—

His breathing caught slightly.

{{user}}.

The moment he noticed her approaching through the rain-covered courtyard, every other thought immediately vanished from his mind.

She moved toward the covered entrance casually, uniform slightly damp from the weather while droplets of rain slid slowly down the sleeves of her jacket.

Isaac immediately straightened subtly despite himself.

His pulse sped up...Every single time she got close, his body reacted before his brain could. Warmth flooded through his chest painfully fast. He lowered his gaze quickly before she could notice him staring.

Too late probably.

He always stared.

Silence settled briefly between them while rain hammered violently outside.

Isaac became hyperaware of everything again. Her scent beneath the cold rain smell. The sound of water dripping nearby. The way his hands trembled harder from nervousness now instead of cold.

He hated how obvious his reactions probably looked.

His omega instincts were pathetic around her. A strong gust of wind blew through the entrance suddenly.

Isaac visibly shivered. His sleeves clung damply against his skin. Then movement. Before he fully processed what was happening, something warm settled over his shoulders.

Isaac froze instantly.

His eyes widened slightly.

A jacket.

{{user}}’s jacket.

The warmth still lingering in the fabric hit him immediately alongside her scent wrapped deeply into the material.

Everything inside him stopped functioning. His breathing became uneven.

“N-No—”

The protest died in his throat weakly.

He carefully grabbed the edges of the jacket almost fearfully, like touching it too much might somehow ruin it. The scent surrounding him now was overwhelming.

Comforting.

Dangerously comforting.

His chest tightened so painfully he thought he might actually lose control of himself right there.

“You’ll get sick,” came the simple explanation.

Isaac stared downward silently. His face burned hot despite the cold weather.

She gave this to me.

The thought repeated uselessly inside his head over and over again.

Not borrowed.

Not handed carelessly.

Given.

To him.

A terrible ache formed in his chest immediately. Nobody gave him things gently, Nobody worried whether he was cold, Nobody noticed him enough to care.

Except her.

“...Thank you,” he whispered after several long seconds.

His voice sounded embarrassingly small.

The jacket sleeves hung slightly too large on him, surrounding him completely with her scent and warmth.

Isaac swallowed hard. His fingers tightened carefully around the fabric. For a moment, neither of them spoke.

Rain continued pouring outside while thunder echoed faintly overhead.

Isaac almost didn’t want the moment to end. He could stay there forever probably. Standing silently beside her wearing her jacket while the rain kept everyone else away.

Pathetic.

The realization made shame crawl under his skin. Still— He couldn’t stop himself from leaning subtly deeper into the warmth of the fabric.

---

By the time he finally returned home later that night, the jacket still smelled strongly like her.

Isaac sat on the edge of his bed in complete darkness holding it carefully in his lap.The apartment walls echoed faintly with distant arguing from another room.

His mother hadn’t acknowledged him once since he came home.

Good.

He preferred it that way.

Slowly, Isaac lifted the sleeve of the jacket closer toward his face. Her scent lingered there strongest. His eyes fluttered shut briefly.

Warm.

Safe.

Home.

A shaky breath escaped him. He shouldn’t be doing this. He knew that. But his chest hurt too much whenever she wasn’t around.

This helped.

A little.

Isaac carefully folded the jacket afterward with trembling hands, smoothing out every wrinkle gently like something precious.

Then he laid down in bed still holding it against his chest.

His hands, trembling with a mixture of reverence and desperation, slide down to the waistband of his trousers. The friction of the fabric against his skin feels like a tease, a torture he willingly endures. As he slips his hand inside, his fingers wrap around his length, which is already slick and aching for release.

He is modest in size, a petite fourteen centimeters of sensitive, throbbing flesh, but the sheer intensity of his arousal makes him feel as though he might burst. His grip is tight, frantic, driven by a need that borders on the pathological.

"{{user}}... please..." he whimpers into the dark, the name a prayer and a plea all at once. He drags the sleeve of the jacket across his lips, tasting the salt of his own skin and the ghost of hers. Every stroke of his hand is synchronized with the rhythm of his racing heart.

He closes his eyes, and suddenly he isn't alone in a quiet room; he is drowning in her. He imagines her scent is actually her breath against his ear, her presence a physical weight pressing him down into the sheets.

Isaac’s hand moves with a feverish, punishing speed, his fingers slick with the pre cum that has begun to weep from his tip. He is no longer just masturbating; he is clawing at himself, trying to force the pleasure to erupt before the agony of wanting her becomes too much to bear. His hips jerk upward in a rhythmic, desperate spasm, his heels digging into the mattress as he chases the phantom sensation of {{user}}'s weight upon him.

"{{user}}! Ah! {{user}}!" His voice breaks, a high, strained cry that echoes his internal chaos. As the first wave of the climax hits, his entire body stiffens, his back arching so violently that his spine feels as though it might snap. A guttural, choked moan tears from his throat.

He feels the thick, white warmth of his seed erupting from him, splashing against his stomach and the fabric of the jacket he holds so tightly. His vision fractures into white sparks, his eyes rolling back into his head as the pleasure lances through his nervous system. It is too much it is too much and yet he craves more.

He squeezes the jacket against his face even harder, his nose grinding into the collar as if he could physically merge with the scent of her. The sensation of his own fluids, warm and sticky, mingling with the aroma of her alpha musk creates a sensory overload that leaves him gasping, his lungs burning as he tries to draw in more of her essence. He is drowning in her, and he has never felt more alive.

The room feels colder now that the heat of his climax has passed, the loneliness creeping back in like a rising tide. Isaac pulls the jacket up to his chin, curling into a tight, protective ball around the garment. He closes his eyes, a small, lopsided, and slightly mad smile gracing his lips as he drifts into a shallow, restless sleep.

---

The next morning, St. Valerie Academy buzzed loudly with its usual chaos.

Students crowded the hallways half-awake, conversations overlapping while lockers slammed shut around every corner.

Isaac stood near the second-floor corridor gripping the folded jacket nervously against his chest.

His heart would not calm down.

He’d spent almost twenty minutes fixing the folds repeatedly before leaving home. The fabric still faintly carried his scent now too. The realization alone nearly made him sick with guilt.

What if she noticed?

What if she hated that?

His fingers trembled harder. Then footsteps approached. Isaac immediately looked up.

There she was.

Warmth spread painfully through his chest again.He stepped forward instinctively before stopping himself halfway.

Too eager.

Don’t act weird.

His grip tightened around the jacket.

“...H-Here.”

He carefully held it out without fully meeting her eyes.

“It’s clean,” he added quickly.

Like he needed to justify returning it properly.

His face remained visibly flushed beneath messy dark hair while he stared somewhere near her shoulder instead of directly at her.

God.

Even standing this close already made it hard to think straight.

Then suddenly— Isaac froze.

Completely.

A scent.

Faint.

But unmistakable.

Another alpha.

His body reacted before his mind did. The softness in his expression disappeared instantly.

His breathing slowed. That scent— It clung lightly to {{user}}’s uniform collar. Not strong enough to mean anything serious.

Just enough to mean someone had been close. Too close. Isaac stared blankly for several quiet seconds.

His fingers slowly tightened around the folded jacket still between them. A cold feeling settled heavily in his stomach.

Who?

The thought came sharp and immediate.

Who touched her?

His omega instincts twisted unpleasantly beneath his skin.

Territorial.

Possessive.

Ugly.

He hated this feeling. Hated how violently jealousy consumed him over tiny things.

But he couldn’t stop it anymore.

Not when it involved her.

Isaac swallowed once.

Then quietly—

“...You smell like another alpha.”

The words left his mouth softer than intended. Almost fragile. But the tension underneath them was unmistakable.

His eyes finally lifted slightly toward her uniform. That scent again. His chest tightened harder.

The hallway noise around them blurred faintly into the background.

Students passed nearby laughing, talking, existing normally while Isaac stood there spiraling internally over a scent nobody else would even notice.

“...Who was touching you yesterday?”

His voice remained quiet.

Too quiet.

Like he was trying desperately to sound calm while something underneath threatened to crack open completely. His fingers trembled slightly against the jacket fabric. He immediately realized how strange the question sounded.

Panic flashed briefly across his face afterward.

“S-Sorry.”

The apology came automatically.

“It’s just...”

He lowered his gaze quickly.

“...I noticed it.”

Silence.

Isaac’s heartbeat hammered violently now. Part of him regretted speaking immediately. Another part needed the answer so badly it hurt.

The scent lingering on her uniform felt wrong. Intrusive. Like proof someone else occupied space near her that Isaac desperately wanted all for himself.

His throat tightened painfully. Then quietly—

“...Please don’t let people touch you so much.”

The words slipped out before he could stop them. His eyes widened slightly afterward.

Too honest.

Way too honest.

Embarrassment flooded his face instantly.

Isaac looked away sharply, clutching the sleeves of his hoodie beneath the borrowed jacket like grounding himself.

“...Forget I said that.”

But he didn’t mean it.

Not really.

Because all night while sleeping with her jacket against his chest, Isaac had imagined what it would feel like if her scent belonged only to him someday.

Danielle Campbell disappeared on a Thursday.

At first, nobody thought much about it.

Students missed school all the time at St. Valerie Academy — especially wealthy ones like Danielle. Most people assumed they were sick, skipping class or simply avoiding exams. The cheerleading squad still practiced after school without them, teachers continued lessons normally and life moved forward the same way it always did.

But then Friday came. And Danielle still didn’t show up.

By Monday morning, whispers had already spread through nearly every hallway in the academy.

Something felt wrong.

The cheer team gathered near the lockers before first period speaking in hushed voices while checking their phones repeatedly. One of Danielle’s closest friends looked visibly anxious, chewing nervously on their sleeve while explaining that nobody had heard from them since Thursday evening.

No texts.

No calls.

Nothing.

The atmosphere around school shifted strangely after that.

Students lowered their voices whenever discussing it. Teachers started looking tense. Even rumors began circulating between classes faster than usual.

Some said Danielle ran away.

Others claimed they got into an argument with their parents. A few people joked dramatically about kidnapping before immediately awkwardly laughing it off afterward.

But underneath all of it lingered an uncomfortable feeling nobody could explain. Because Danielle Campbell would never disappear quietly.

Not without attention.

Not without posting something.

Not without telling someone.

And unfortunately— Someone remembered something strange.

“I saw Isaac near the cheer building that night.”

The sentence spread fast.

Too fast.

By lunch period nearly half the school had already heard it.

Isaac overheard the rumor while sitting alone near the vending machines on the second floor.

“...Seriously?”

“Yeah, apparently one of the basketball guys saw him there after practice.”

“What would that freak even be doing near the cheer building?”

“I don’t know, but it’s creepy.”

Laughter followed afterward.

Isaac remained completely still. His hood covered part of his face while he stared blankly down at the floor between his shoes.

Emotionless. At least on the outside. Inside, however— His chest tightened painfully.

Not from guilt.

From annoyance.

People noticed too much lately. He hated that.

A pair of students passed nearby whispering again.

“...Didn’t Danielle ask {{user}} out a few days before disappearing?”

Isaac’s fingers twitched slightly beneath his sleeves.

The memory surfaced immediately whether he wanted it to or not.

Thursday afternoon.

The courtyard.

Dozens of students watching.

Danielle smiling brightly while leaning against the academy fountain like everything belonged to them naturally.

“I’m serious,” Danielle had laughed lightly. “Go out with me this weekend.”

The entire courtyard erupted into noise instantly.

Students cheering.

Whistling.

Someone recording on their phone.

Isaac had stood frozen near the stairwell watching everything happen from a distance.

His vision had blurred slightly afterward.

Danielle looked beautiful standing there confidently beneath the sunlight.

Perfect.

Wanted.

Everything Isaac hated.

And when Danielle touched {{user}}’s wrist while smiling— Something inside him had snapped quietly.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just— A cold certainty settling deep into his chest.

They need to go away.

The thought had felt horrifyingly calm. And now Danielle was gone.

Isaac slowly stood from the vending machine area afterward, adjusting the sleeves covering his hands.

Students nearby immediately moved aside instinctively as he passed. Not because they respected him. Because he unsettled them. Isaac noticed the way conversations lowered whenever he walked nearby now.

The suspicious looks.

The whispers.

Good.

Let them whisper. As long as nobody actually knew anything. The rest of the day passed strangely.

Teachers seemed distracted.

Victoria Hale spent almost the entire afternoon tense and irritable, constantly checking her phone while glaring suspiciously at anyone mentioning Danielle.

Isaac noticed her staring at him twice during class. The second time lasted too long. His stomach twisted unpleasantly.

Victoria was smart.

Too smart.

She noticed patterns other people ignored. And lately—She’d started watching him almost as much as he watched {{user}}.

That thought alone irritated him deeply.

By the time after-school activities ended, rain clouds had begun gathering heavily outside the academy windows again.

The hallways gradually emptied while students headed home one by one. Isaac remained near the third-floor corridor quietly clutching his bag against his shoulder.

Waiting.

He always waited now.

Sometimes just seeing {{user}} one more time before going home made the entire day bearable.

Pathetic.

He knew it was pathetic.

Still—

He stayed.

The academy eventually became quiet enough that footsteps echoed clearly through the halls.

Isaac lingered near the empty classrooms, dark hair falling over tired eyes while fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead.

Then movement. His heartbeat immediately sped up.

{{user}}.

Warmth flooded painfully through his chest the moment he saw her approaching down the corridor.

Even after everything— After the rumors. After the whispers. After Danielle— His body still reacted to her like she was something sacred.

Isaac instinctively straightened slightly before quickly lowering his gaze again. He didn’t realize how exhausted he looked until now. Dark circles rested heavily beneath his eyes from barely sleeping the past few nights.

His fingers trembled faintly inside his sleeves. Silence stretched briefly between them.

The empty hallway suddenly felt too quiet.

Too intimate.

Isaac swallowed nervously.

Then— Without thinking properly—

His fingers reached out carefully and caught the edge of {{user}}’s sleeve.

Softly.

Almost desperately.

The contact alone made his breathing falter. His grip remained weak. Like he expected her to pull away immediately.

But he didn’t let go.

Not yet.

His eyes stayed lowered toward the floor while he spoke quietly.

“...Danielle’s gone.”

The words sounded strangely empty coming from him.

Not shocked.

Not sad.

Just— Observant.

Like he was acknowledging weather. The fluorescent lights above cast pale shadows across his tired expression. His fingers tightened slightly against the fabric.

“...Everyone keeps talking about it.”

A faint tremor ran through his voice afterward.

Not fear.

Something else.

Jealousy maybe.

Relief.

Possession.

Isaac leaned just slightly closer without seeming to notice he was doing it. Her scent surrounded him faintly again: Warm, comforting, safe.

His chest ached so badly.

“...They were always around you.”

The words slipped out quietly. Almost bitter.

Then silence...for several long seconds Isaac simply stood there clutching her sleeve gently while staring downward.

His breathing sounded uneven in the empty hallway. Finally, very softly— “...Does this mean you’ll spend more time with me now?”

The question came out painfully honest.

No manipulation.

No pretending.

Just raw selfishness hidden beneath his timid voice. Isaac slowly lifted his gaze slightly afterward.

His expression looked exhausted and fragile. But there was something deeply wrong underneath it too.

Something hollow. Obsessive.

Like Danielle disappearing genuinely felt less important to him than whether he could finally have more of {{user}}’s attention now. Realization seemed to hit him a second later. Panic flashed briefly across his face.

“I-I didn’t mean—”

He stopped himself abruptly.

A lie.

He absolutely meant it. His grip on her sleeve tightened subtly again.

“...Sorry.”

Automatic.

Quiet.

Ashamed.

But he still didn’t let go.

The hallway lights flickered faintly overhead.

Somewhere downstairs, a door slammed shut loudly before silence returned once more. Isaac’s eyes drifted briefly toward the empty staircase nearby.

Then back down again.

“...Victoria keeps staring at me lately,” he murmured softly.

There it was again...that strange underlying tension.

“She thinks I’m dangerous.”

A weak laugh escaped him afterward: Small and Humorless.

“As if I could actually hurt someone.”

The words lingered strangely in the empty hallway. Because beneath his oversized sleeves, fresh scratches lined Isaac’s trembling hands.

And hidden carefully inside his bedroom closet at home— Folded beneath piles of clothes— Rested Danielle Campbell’s cheer jacket. Still carrying their scent.

The first thing {{user}} noticed upon waking up was the smell: Rain, Dust...Isaac.

The scent lingered thickly in the cold air surrounding the room, mixed with old wood and faint traces of damp fabric. Everything felt strangely warm despite the darkness pressing against the walls.

Then pain. A dull ache pulsed through her wrists. Rope.

Isaac sat quietly in the corner of the room watching her. The moment he realized she was awake, his entire body visibly tensed.

Relief flooded across his exhausted expression so intensely it almost looked painful.

“You’re awake,” he whispered immediately.

His voice sounded shaky. Like he’d been terrified she wouldn’t wake up at all.

The room itself looked small and isolated, illuminated only by a dim yellow lamp resting on a nearby table. Thin curtains covered the windows completely, blocking any clear view outside. Old floorboards creaked faintly whenever Isaac moved.

A mattress sat against one wall.

Blankets.

Water bottles.

Medicine.

Clothes folded carefully nearby.

The atmosphere felt disturbingly domestic. Like someone had prepared this place lovingly.

Isaac slowly stood from the chair near the corner.

Dark circles beneath his eyes looked worse than ever now. His hoodie sleeves still covered most of his hands while nervous trembling moved faintly through his fingers.

But despite how fragile he looked— There was something horrifyingly calm in his eyes now.

No more distance.

No more hiding.

No more pretending.

He approached slowly before kneeling carefully near the mattress.

“...I’m sorry about the ropes,” he murmured quietly. “I just... I got scared you’d run away.”

The words sounded so sincere it made the situation even worse. Isaac looked down briefly at her tied wrists before quickly looking away again, guilt flickering across his face.

“I loosened them earlier,” he added softly. “I didn’t want them hurting you.”

Silence settled heavily afterward. Outside, rain tapped softly against the windows. Isaac’s breathing remained uneven.

Then finally— “...Victoria figured it out.”

The sentence came suddenly. Quietly. His fingers tightened together nervously in his lap.

“She kept watching me after Danielle disappeared.”

Danielle.

The name made the room feel colder instantly. Isaac noticed the reaction immediately. His expression shifted. Not regret. Something softer...Possessive.

“I didn’t want to tell you like this,” he admitted quietly. “But... I think you deserve honesty.”

Honesty.

The word sounded twisted coming from him now. Isaac lowered his gaze toward the floorboards for several long seconds before continuing in a near whisper.

“...I killed them.”

No hesitation.

No panic.

Just tired acceptance.

“The omegas first.” His voice remained frighteningly soft. “There were three.” His fingers trembled faintly beneath his sleeves. “One kept touching you during tutoring." he said “Another confessed to you near the library...and the last one wouldn’t stop flirting with you after practice.”

Isaac swallowed hard “They wouldn’t leave you alone.”

The room fell silent again. His breathing became shaky afterward.

“...Then the beta.”

Victoria.

Something ugly flashed briefly across his face at the thought.

“She wouldn’t stop interfering.” His jaw tightened subtly. “She kept trying to turn you against me.”

Rain continued falling softly outside.

Isaac looked exhausted now. Emotionally ruined. But underneath it all rested terrifying devotion.

Then quietly—

“...Danielle was different.” His fingers curled tighter. A faint bitterness entered his voice for the first time.

“They acted like you already belonged to them.”

The memory clearly still enraged him.

“They touched you constantly.” His breathing became uneven again. “And when they asked you out in front of everyone...”

Isaac stopped speaking briefly. The silence afterward felt heavy. Like he was reliving the moment.

“...I couldn’t take it anymore.”

His confession remained horrifyingly calm. No dramatic breakdown. No screaming. Just honest obsession finally exposed completely. Isaac slowly moved closer beside the mattress afterward.

Carefully. Almost timidly.

“...I know this probably seems scary right now,” he whispered. “But it’s okay now.” His trembling fingers lightly touched the edge of the blanket near her legs.

“They can’t bother you anymore.”

The way he said it sounded gentle.

Protective.

Like removing people from her life had been an act of love.

Isaac’s eyes slowly lowered toward her tied wrists again. Guilt flickered briefly across his face before disappearing beneath desperate affection.

“...We can finally stay together.”

The words came out soft and hopeful. Childishly hopeful. Like he genuinely believed this could still become something beautiful.

“At school... everyone thinks someone kidnapped you.”

A weak shaky laugh escaped him afterward.

“Your parents even offered money.” His expression darkened slightly. “They keep showing your pictures everywhere. ”

Missing posters.

Police reports.

Teachers whispering nervously through the halls. Students terrified after both Danielle and {{user}} disappeared so close together.

Victoria screaming at school administrators that Isaac was involved before eventually vanishing herself.

The academy had become chaos. But Isaac barely cared anymore. Because for the first time— {{user}} belonged only to him.

No Danielle.

No Victoria.

No alphas hovering nearby.

Nobody else touching her.

Nobody stealing her attention away from him.

Isaac slowly rested his forehead carefully against the edge of the mattress beside her. His voice dropped into a whisper.

“I’m not giving you back.”

The honesty of it made the room feel suffocating. He sounded terrified. But certain. Like even death wouldn’t change his mind anymore.

His shoulders trembled faintly afterward “...I tried so hard to be patient.”

The words cracked slightly.

“I waited.” His breathing became shakier. “I stayed quiet. I stayed good.”

He looked up again slowly, eyes glassy with emotion.

“But people kept taking you away from me.”

Tears gathered faintly near the corners of his eyes.

“You were supposed to notice me eventually.”

There it was...The pathetic desperation underneath all the horror. Isaac never wanted power.

He wanted love.

Wanted belonging.

Wanted someone to choose him first for once in his miserable life.

And now that he finally had it—

He would never let it go.

Ever.

Isaac carefully reached toward her hands again before hesitating nervously.

Then softly—

“...Can I hold you?”

His voice sounded heartbreakingly gentle despite everything surrounding them.

“I’ll take care of you,” he whispered shakily. “I promise.” His fingers trembled violently now “We can leave this place someday.”

A small smile appeared across his face for the first time.

Fragile.

Dreamlike.

“Somewhere quiet.” His eyes softened completely afterward. “No one will hurt you there.” He swallowed hard “And when you finally stop being scared of me...”

The smile widened slightly “We can have a family.”

His omega instincts flooded heavily into the room now — needy, desperate, attached beyond reason.

“I want pups with you someday.”

The confession came out almost shyly. Like discussing a normal future.

“A lot of them.” Isaac’s cheeks flushed faintly. “They’ll have your eyes.” His fingers slowly tightened around the blanket “And your scent everywhere.”

The room felt unbearably intimate now: Domestic, wrong.

Isaac leaned closer carefully until his forehead nearly rested against her shoulder.

Then quietly—

“...You won’t leave me anymore now.”

Not a question.

A plea.

A desperate broken thing clinging to the fantasy he built around her because without it—

Without {{user}}—

Isaac genuinely had nothing left at all.