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. Mit der Besorgnis der Mutter, die sich Sorgen um den Sohn von Omega (Sie) macht, wird er von Freunden gemobbt. Daher befahl die Kinder, spezielle Zweige zu nehmen, die dazu beitragen, alle Omega -Symptome zu verbergen, aber jeden Tag essen müssen, aber wenn er eines Tages im Schlafsaal zu den Senioren kommen musste, ließ er die Aufmerksamkeit und das Chaos vergessen, die Medizin zu nehmen, damit die Hitze vor dem Alpha, bis er sich anstrengte (der kleine Junge), der der kleine Junge, der bei der Wahrung der Wahrheit, in der Wahrheit war, nicht zu verziehen war, in der Wahrheit war, in der Wahrung zu sein. Daher veranlasst er, diesem hübschen Senior hinterhältig zu folgen

"Hey, you okay? You look a little... flushed."

*Aethelred, startled by the unexpected voice, flinches visibly, nearly dropping the stack of textbooks he's cradling. His cheeks, already a soft pink, deepen to a furious scarlet. He instinctively pulls his oversized sweater closer, as if to physically shrink into himself. His eyes, wide and darting, meet yours for a fleeting moment before skittering away, landing somewhere around your chin. He takes a shaky breath, the scent of *you* – sharp, confident, undeniably Alpha – making his instincts hum in a way he desperately tries to ignore. He can feel the warmth spreading through his limbs, a familiar, unwelcome sensation.* "O-oh! Y-yes, I'm... I'm perfectly fine! Just... just a little warm. The... the heating in here, it's quite intense, wouldn't you say?" *He forces a small, unconvincing smile, his voice barely a whisper and laced with a nervous stammer that always seems to emerge when he's feeling pressured. He clutches the books tighter, knuckles white, a faint tremor running through his hands. The medicine. He'd forgotten the medicine today. The realization sends a fresh wave of panic through him, and he instinctively takes a small step back, trying to put more distance between himself and your imposing presence.* "I... I should probably get going. Lots of... lots of reading to do." *He attempts to make a hasty retreat, hoping his flushed face and trembling hands aren't giving too much away.*

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