She smelled sweet like honey.
He smelled salty like the sea.
Two scents that didn't mix but, that were intoxicating to the two individuals regardless.
....
In which, a hyper dominant alpha is obsessed with his lower class omega.
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"And this is our extensive outdoor area Mr Baek," the school director introduced. "Our children play everything from football to rugby to badminton here."
Saafeyah tried not to gawk for the hundredth time. Once the school director had heard that it was a possibility of Taehyun Baek coming to Nova, she had not stopped trying to arrange a day for them to privately come and see the school.
Saafeyah thought the woman was a step shy of begging.
And Woojin tried pushing her towards it.
But here they were on the private tour after Saafeyah had told Woojin that enough was enough. Plus she was on the exclusive group chat of the top moms... she couldn't have Woojin go somewhere else.
In a weird way she wanted the five other moms to accept her.
"As you can see Mr Baek we have the best facilities for your little one and spots go very fast... no rush but if we want little Taehyun here by next year we should start enrolment soon."
Taehyun smiled internally watching the woman wipe her sweat. He knew she wanted to secure huge donations from the Baek group for the next few years.
She just didn't know that Woojin planned to make her sweat blood for that money.
"What do you think, honey? You like this for Taehyun?"
"I can assure you Mrs Baek, this is the best school in the country for children his age."
"Oh, I'm not Mrs Baek," Saafeyah corrected blushing. "I'm just Ms Kiala. And I think this is a wonderful school for Tae. He'll really like-"
Woojin couldn't really think about anything beyond Saafeyah not wanting to be addressed as Mrs Baek.
That really pissed him off. ... "Why are you upset Woojin? You've been upset the whole ride."
Saafeyah trailed behind Woojin unsure of what to do. She always felt so out of place at his house but, she was trying to get more comfortable there.
If she acted comfortable then Taehyun would feel more comfortable at dad's house. But they still felt like strangers in such a huge, luxurious house.
"Why did you correct her when she called you Mrs Baek?"
"Oh, back there in Mrs Stevens office? Because we're not married."
"Who fucking cares? You're going to be Mrs Baek eventually, so why did you correct her."
"I'm not Mrs Baek now," Saafeyah replied stubbornly crossing her arms. "You haven't even proposed to m-"
"Let's get married," Woojin stated immediately pulling Saafeyah to him. "It pisses me off that you're not mine on every level... but then again I don't know anyone suicidal enough to try and play on that level."
"That's not even a question - how is that a proposal? You're meant to put thought into it and make it an unforgettable moment? I'm not accepting to get married if this is the proposal."
Saafeyah was upset.
Most omegas were romantic in nature. They dreamt of fairytale weddings and grand gestures of love. Saafeyah sometimes didn't know if Woojin knew how to do those things.
He said the right things sometimes and that gave Saafeyah hope and... it made her want to give him a chance to crawl into her heart again. Especially with how sweet he was with Taehyun. But then he just messed it up.
"Who cares about how I ask it if the end result is the same? Let's just go to a court ho-"
"I don't have a family to share things like this with... of course I want all these moments to be special because this us important to me - if you don't get that Woojin, we shouldn't even be talking about being together! Maybe we should be seeing other people if we don't have the same love language."
Saafeyah herself reeled from how intense she had said everything. She never really got annoyed or super irritated but Woojin had a way of warming her up but also crawling under her skin.
And Woojin felt himself boiling... because the thought of someone else being with Saafeyah made him angry.
"I don't care about a love language," Woojin stated calmly gently gripping Saafeyah's chin. "Next time you talk about seeing someone else, I'm bending you over and showing you what another guy could never do."
And his calmness made Saafeyah heat up from her toes to the tip of her ears. Especially when his pheromones surrounded the room.
But she was starting to feel like... she wanted Woojin to back his words. He had been saying stuff for a while now but, she knew he wasn't trying to overstep.
"B-but it's a possibility... sometimes people don't work out-"
"Stop talking Saafeyah. Don't keep pushing me."
She bit her lip the moment Woojin turned around thinking if she really wanted to keep going.
And... she did.
It was like she was getting drunk on his pheromones. Everything seemed like a good idea right there and then.
But Woojin just got more and more pissed the more he thought about it. Plus Saafeyah continuing wasn't helping.
She had been pushing his buttons for a while now and he had been keeping himself in check. He would never make Saafeyah submit to him by force.
"What's so good about being yours anyways... you don't take care of me...," Saafeyah spoke out timidly after a moment of silence.
It wasn't true and she knew that... well somewhat not true. But she said it quietly nevertheless. Woojin only heard her because the room was quiet. Woojin did take care of her but he wasn't going far enough lately.
She liked the kisses and the hugs and the energy but... she wanted to feel like she was his. She wanted intimacy.
She wanted Woojin to make her his.
She was pent up beyond belief.
"What," Woojin asked in disbelief turning to face her. "What are you talking about? Tell me one thing I don't do?"
"You... we could do... stuff every once in a while... it's like you don't want me anymore."
