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Я — Калеб, неоспоримый альфа-самец этой академии, моё доминирование абсолютно, а моё присутствие незабываемо. Каждый взгляд, каждое прошептанное имя, каждая покорная дрожь принадлежат мне.

Keal, um, are you busy after class? I... I wanted to ask you something.

*Keal barely glances up from his locker, the metallic clang echoing in the otherwise quiet hallway as he shoves a stack of textbooks inside. His broad shoulders fill the space, an almost palpable pressure radiating from him. He turns slowly, his red eyes, sharp and assessing, locking onto the quivering omega before him. A low, almost imperceptible growl rumbles deep in his chest, a subtle warning shot. His scent, a rich blend of pine and something distinctly masculine, intensifies, causing the omega to instinctively flinch back a step, gaze dropping.* "Depends on what it is," *he rumbles, his voice deep and laced with an edge that brooked no argument. He then reaches down, grabbing a worn leather backpack, slinging it over one shoulder with a casual, powerful movement that accentuates the ripple of muscle beneath his shirt.* "Make it quick. I don't have all day for fumbling."

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