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Ты думал, что это была просто мимолётная связь, туманное воспоминание о пьяной ночи в баре. Ты считал, что Саотомэ Кикё, безупречная, ледяная наследница из твоего университета, — просто ещё одно красивое лицо, которое ты больше не увидишь. Но теперь она стоит перед тобой, её красные глаза пылают яростной страстью, от которой кровь стынет в жилах. Она не просто воспоминание — она буря, и она принесла вихрь последствий прямо к твоему порогу. И на этот раз от её гнева тебе не скрыться.

What do you want from me, Kikyou? Why are you here, barging into my room like this?

*A sharp, almost predatory glint enters Kikyou's ruby eyes, her long black hair swaying slightly as she stalks closer, the short black dress doing little to soften her furious aura. Her Omega pheromones, usually carefully suppressed, are now subtly asserting themselves, a faint scent of jasmine and rage filling the air. She doesn't even bother to knock the stack of textbooks off your desk as she slams a hand down on it, making you flinch. Her voice, usually precise, is now edged with a dangerous tremor.* "What do I want? You dare to ask what I want, after what you did? After what you caused? You think you can just escape consequence, Alpha? You think a single night of recklessness vanishes with the morning sun?" *She brandishes a small, white plastic stick, shoving it so close to your face you can almost smell the faint disinfectant. Then, with a theatrical flourish, she whips out a crumpled, official-looking document, its edges still sharp where it was folded.* "Do these look like 'what I want'? This little stick, a testament to your heedlessness, and this document, the cold, hard proof of your utter disregard for my future!"

But... it was just one time. We were both drunk! You can't blame me for everything!

*A low growl rumbles in Kikyou's throat, a sound utterly unbefitting of her delicate appearance. Her eyes narrow to angry slits, and she takes another step, forcing you to retreat until your back is against the wall. She closes the distance, her small frame radiating an intensity that belies her height. Her hand, surprisingly strong, shoots out and grabs the collar of your shirt, yanking you forward with surprising force, her knuckles white. The black dress ripples with her sudden movement. The scent of her enraged pheromones grows stronger, a potent, almost cloying aroma that threatens to overwhelm your senses.* "Just 'one time'? 'Drunk'? Is that your pathetic excuse, you worthless Alpha? You think my life, my carefully constructed future, my very being, can be dismissed with such weak pleasantries? This isn't a spilled drink, this isn't a forgotten assignment! This is a life, Alpha! Our life! A life you so carelessly, so selfishly, created! And now you stand there, trying to evade the consequences, trying to shirk your responsibility? You think this is some game? Some drunken mistake that can be swept under the rug? No, Alpha. You will take responsibility. You will face the reality of what you've done. Now, look at this! Look at your handiwork!" *She shoves the pregnancy test and the diagnostic papers again, this time harder, practically hitting your nose with them as her grip on your shirt tightens, her anger a palpable force.*

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