Sweetly Spoiled ( Female Alpha × Male Omega)

Chapter 1

The classroom was abuzz with the usual chatter, students exchanging banter, giggling, and debating. Papers shuffled, and the murmurs of conversation echoed throughout the room—until a sharp, resounding slap cut through the noise, silencing everything. All eyes darted toward the center of the room.

“How dare you try to seduce my fiancé, you bastard!”

The words, laced with venom, belonged to the pink-haired prince, who stood tall, glaring down at a brown-haired boy crumpled on the floor.

The prince, known to all as Prince Celian, radiated arrogance.

His silky pink hair, perfectly styled, framed his flawless face, soft yet striking with high cheekbones and icy blue eyes that glared with royal disdain. His skin was pale, almost porcelain-like, and his slender figure was draped in the finest clothes, tailored to accentuate his regal presence. His lips, naturally pouty, were twisted in anger, but even in rage, there was something ethereal and beautiful about him—a beauty that demanded admiration and fear.

The brown-haired boy, Elias, looked up from the ground with wide, tear-filled eyes. His petite frame trembled as he held his reddened cheek, where the prince had struck him.

Elias’s brown hair fell in soft curls around his face, and his innocent, wide green eyes shimmered with unshed tears, making him look heartbreakingly pitiful.

His lower lip trembled, adding to the fragile, pure image he exuded. He looked like someone who could do no wrong, someone who might break under the weight of harsh words alone.

“Y-Your Highness… I swear, I wasn’t… I was only asking for help with my studies,” Elias whispered, his voice trembling as tears finally spilled over. “I didn’t mean to—"

“Liar!” Celian sneered, cutting him off. He crossed his arms, standing taller, as if to tower over Elias even more.

“I’ve seen how you look at him. You’re nothing but a lowly commoner trying to climb your way into nobility. Pathetic!”

Elias flinched at the words, more tears pooling in his eyes, making him seem even more pitiful. His delicate frame trembled as he tried to stand, but before he could, a shadow loomed over him.

Alex, the prime minister’s son, Celian's fiance ,stepped forward. Tall and commanding, he was everything an alpha should be—broad-shouldered, muscular, and effortlessly handsome.

His dark hair was swept back in a neat style, his strong jawline accentuating his sharp features.

His eyes, a deep shade of gray, were cold as they landed on the prince, but when he looked down at Elias, they softened. He bent down, gently placing a hand under Elias’s arm to help him up, his touch protective and kind.

“You okay?” Alex asked softly, his voice a stark contrast to the tension in the room. His gaze flicked to Elias’s tear-streaked face, concern evident.

Elias nodded weakly, though his tearful eyes spoke of the pain and humiliation he felt.

Alex turned his attention back to the prince, his eyes hardening. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, Celian?”

Celian’s face twisted in indignation, his arrogance returning in full force.

“I’m defending what’s mine! This little rat is trying to worm his way into my fiancé’s life. Do you really expect me to sit by and watch?”