fake invitation letter
Lio's POV
“Don’t cross your limits,” I warned.
I brushed off my clothes and looked ahead, ignoring him. Eventually, it was my turn.
“Show me your admission letter,” the man behind the desk said. He was a beta—I could tell because I felt no pheromones from him.
What I didn’t like was the way he looked at me, like I was filth.
Rolling my eyes, I handed him the letter and crossed my arms. But he was taking far too long.
My fingers tapped against my arm out of habit as my patience thinned. Just as I was about to speak, he suddenly slammed the letter down on the table.
“What is this?” he barked, loud enough to draw everyone’s attention.
Great. Now all eyes were on me, as if I’d done something wrong.
“I know omegas like you who forge invitation letters to sneak into the university after their applications get rejected,” he sneered.
What nonsense was he spouting?
“What do you mean, fake?” I demanded.
“This is fake, isn’t it? I know it.”
And of course, Zoha’s voice came from behind me. He stepped forward, grinning like a teacher about to scold a student.
“Don’t interfere,” I snapped, reaching for the letter, but the beta snatched it first.
Then he tore it in half.
My eyes widened at his audacity. Behind me, Zoha laughed quietly, pleased with the scene.
“What’s the meaning of this?” I demanded.
“It means you’re not going in. Go home and never come back.”
Fury surged in me. I slammed both hands on the table, glaring daggers at him.
“What kind of behavior is this? You’re an omega—did you forget your place?” he shouted.
“I didn’t forget my place. In fact, I’m higher than you, don’t you think, old man?”
“Guards, throw this omega out. He’s blocking the way for other students,” the man ordered, handing Zoha a form with a smug smile.
Within seconds, five or six guards in black suits surrounded me, trying to drag me out.
But this wasn’t fair. I kicked one and shoved the others back with strength they hadn’t expected.
“Don’t you dare underestimate me just because I’m a damn omega!”
Yes, I could fight alphas too. Their pheromones didn’t affect me at all. I’d been strong since the day I was born. Maybe the Moon Goddess had thought, Let’s create something new, and made me.
Still, the injustice burned. Why had he destroyed my invitation letter?
“Stop making a scene and leave,” one guard warned.
“No,” I shot back.
“What is happening here?”
The voice echoed, commanding authority. Instantly, the guards backed off and lowered their heads.
Everyone turned to look behind me, so I did too.
A man stood there.
He wore a navy-blue suit with a matching shirt and tie. He looked to be in his thirties—mature, handsome, with a body built like steel. The only word that came to my mind was hot.
Our eyes met. He stepped toward me, and silence fell over the crowd. Whoever he was, one thing was clear—he wasn’t ordinary.
His sharp gaze scanned me from head to toe, as if weighing my very existence.
“Who are you? And why are you making a scene here?” His voice was cold.
“I’m Lio. I got an invitation to this university, and that’s why I’m here. But that man tore it up, saying it was fake.”
I explained, though his expression said he didn’t believe me. Maybe other omegas had tried to fake invitations before, but I hadn’t. Was it a mistake to come here?
“So you’re saying we sent you a letter? Do you even know what those letters mean, or to whom they’re given?”
My eyes narrowed.
“We only send invitations to elite students—those who are no ordinary.”
So he was calling my letter fake too.
“It seems I shouldn’t have come here at all,” I muttered, turning to leave. But I suddenly collided with a solid chest—hard muscle.
“Ugh.” The sound escaped before I could stop it.
I looked up and saw another alpha standing before me. He wasn’t as massive as the man behind me, but his presence was just as overwhelming.
His face was dangerously handsome—golden eyes, dark hair, and a black suit that only added to his intimidating aura. He looked like someone straight out of the mafia.
“Oh, who’s this cutie?” the alpha asked, biting his lip as his gaze lingered on me.
I instinctively stepped back, but he grabbed my hand and yanked me forward. My body collided with his, and the faint scent of his pheromones surrounded me.
My skin tingled, my knees buckled, and before I realized it, my hands were resting against his chest for support.
“Zale, are you trying to push this omega into heat? Stop releasing your pheromones,” the man behind me said sharply.
Wait. Zale’s pheromones were affecting me? That had never happened before.
Or maybe… I was just too exhausted. My vision blurred, and the world went dark.
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When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bed.
I shot up quickly. The room was unfamiliar, with two beds and no sign of where I was.
Getting up, I headed for the door. My last memory was Zale pulling me close before everything went black. So how did I end up here?
As I opened the door, I nearly ran into someone. Zale.
“Where are you trying to run off to, kitty?” His husky voice sent an odd shiver down my spine. He stepped inside, shutting the door and pushing me back into the room.
“Who are you? Why did you bring me here?” I demanded.
Without warning, he slid his arms under mine and lifted me into the air as if I weighed nothing—like I was some toy.