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A DAY AFTER, THE STUDENTS started arriving at the resort with the professors, guidance counselor, and the principal. They were all told that the resort they were in belonged to a high-ranked businessman, clearly stating that It was just for the cover, but they didn't know that. They all settled into their assigned cottages and wandered near the big villa -structured with cream-white painted walls, brown roof and door, and decorated with big glass, clear, bulletproof windows that stood tall over the top and bottom floor walls- and began to ask questions to their University staff. Yet, they were just told that It was the owner's place; where He stays when He, his friends, acquaintances, and family in the stylish, modern, dazzling, rich-vibe resort.
The younger sighed; causing the window pane to fog slightly as He watched how the students try to venture their way closer to the tall gates of the mansion. No, He wasn't sand, nor was He upset, rather mesmerized and a bit anxious. Mesmerized at how their curiosity towards who might be in there, and anxious If they find out He was actually staying there. He ducked his head when He noticed one student pointing in his direction; three saw him. He sighed and waited for three minutes before He drew the curtains together without his head popping out. He sighed once more.
Suppasit was busy with the others and Mild just ditched him and slept on the bottom floor in the guest's room. He was dead irritated. The latter's frown deepened as He made his way to his and Mew's bedroom, tucked himself in the thick duvet as his skin felt the comfortable coldness of the air conditioner in the room. He grabbed the laptop that Mew gave him, It was time for their online session for Omegas hosted by their guidance counselor to educate them about the dangers, information they need to know about being an Omega themselves, and of course, preparing them for parenting.
He wrapped the duvet around him to try to comfort him with Mew's scent that was strongly evident on It; laid down on his stomach and attended their zoom class meeting.
Missus Krit Montri, the guidance counselor, greeted them warmly as She started the lesson with thirty-three students -with face cams on-, two males, thirty-one females. Midway to their class, She said something that caught his attention, "Does anyone have a mate that is a Pure-Bred Alpha?" Pure-Bred Alphas were as rare as Omegas and were not often seen. He slowly and consciously raised his hand. Mrs. Montri's cheeky grin widened more than before.
"Oho, your mate, Tharn, will be a tough one." She chuckled. "Pure-Bred Alphas can choose to impregnate someone If they wanted, but most of the time, they do not have control over It. When the Pure-Bloods start to have their first rut, they will become more aggressive than their next ruts and their stamina... for bed, increase. And the already high chance of impregnating one's mate will become higher. So be careful." She teased.
The students choked on their saliva and laughed hard; Gulf was already flustered enough. "Oh no, no, no, I'm not done yet." She clicked her tongue. "When they begin to rut, their knots increase size... along with one's genitals. I will feel very bad If your mate is very well-endowed." A deep pigment of red spread across his cheeks and all over his face and neck, He looked like a red, hot chili pepper. "Does He?" She teased more.
