Becoming Campus Queen

Chapter IV

Arthur's face twisted in disgust as he pressed his fingers together, lightly touching his nose with an expression of repulsion.

His gray hair flowed gracefully with his movements, swaying effortlessly.

Alpha pheromones were a potent attraction for Omegas, but Alphas were naturally repelled by the scent of their own kind. It induced nausea and dizziness in them, often stirring predatory instincts.

For an inexplicable reason, Thomas' pheromones overflowed uncontrollably, filling the entire hall with their overpowering scent.

The peculiar thing was, Thomas seemed oblivious to it.

"Leave me alone," Thomas impatiently brushed his hair, a peculiar glint in his eyes, replying sharply to Arthur's heated words.

His body tensed, fixated on Emma with fierce eyes, yet hesitant to approach her.

Glancing around Arthur oddly, Thomas seemed to be searching for some flaw in Arthur's demeanor.

"Don't you smell it? This Beta reeks of Omega pheromones," he remarked.

Emma's breath caught in her throat!

"There are no Omegas here," Arthur chuckled, as if he found something amusing.

"But there's a Beta here who isn't restless."

With a disdainful flick of his finger against his chin, Arthur surveyed the scene with contempt.

On the ground, Emma could feel the discomfort ripple across the room after Thomas's words, several eyes scrutinizing her shamelessly.

She wanted to flee this place immediately.

Yet, as a Beta at the bottom of the hierarchy, resisting an Alpha would invite more danger. Having tried it before, the idea of escape merely lingered for a moment.

Silently rising from the ground, she retrieved her fallen shoulder bag, clutching it close.

Lifting her head slightly, she surveyed the hall to get a clearer picture of the current situation.

Seven or eight Alphas stared at her inexplicably from a distance.

Arthur stood before her, tall and slender, his chiseled yet somewhat youthful face adorned with a slight, mocking smile beneath his gray-white hair cascading over his forehead.

Hands in pockets, he squinted slightly, his half-covered smile adding to the sinister vibe despite his amusement.

Although his lips curved upwards, the cruelty in his eyes sent shivers down Emma's spine.

Seated on a luxurious sofa in the distance, the leading man exuded a cold and imposing demeanor. His restrained, shiny black hair and the restless tapping of his fingers on his knee portrayed his aloofness.

Caught by his chilling gaze, Emma felt as though she were the prey of a wolf king hunting in the dead of winter, sending an inexplicable shiver down her spine.

Emma hastily lowered her gaze, concealing her emotions, praying fervently that none of them could discern her inner turmoil.

Thankfully, they seemed oblivious, and she couldn't afford any trouble in her current situation.

These Alphas, a league above her in the social hierarchy, were revered figures at the academy. Emma had heard their names despite trying to avoid them at school.

With influential backgrounds and potent abilities, they had a 98% chance of venturing into the federal government or military, standing at the pinnacle of power.

This realm was beyond her reach as a Beta, relegating her to crawl before them like a powerless entity, unable to rebel.

With her heart heavy, Emma bit her lip, eyes reflecting humiliation as she clutched her bag, her fingertips turning blue from the tension.

Observing Emma's reaction, Arthur, with a peculiar pause, sensed a faint yet incredibly sweet scent of pheromones.

Approaching Emma, the scent grew more pronounced.

Despite several glances, Arthur failed to discern anything amiss. He casually reached for Emma's shoulder bag.

Emma's heart raced, instinctively resisting. Her eyes flared with vitality.

Not one for playing games, Arthur smirked. With a slight tug, the bag tore, its contents scattering across the floor.

Disregarding everything else, Emma scrambled to retrieve the scattered documents.

Yet, Alpha was quicker than Beta. Before Emma could reach, Arthur stepped on the papers.

"A study on pheromones?" Arthur read aloud with interest, "Emm... the ratio of Beta in secondary differentiation, the likelihood of single-s*x Betas transitioning to Omega during secondary differentiation... Omega's pheromone components."

As he read, the room's atmosphere shifted.

Malice surfaced, akin to a rabid dog, directed at Emma, who sat vulnerable on the carpet.

The dignified man on the distant sofa cast a glance, disinterested in the unfolding drama.

"Planning to transition into an Omega?" Arthur chuckled, "Is this why you're delving into pheromone research?"

Despite his attempt to hide the malice, Emma sensed the sneer in his tone, her nails digging into her flesh unknowingly.

Thomas snapped to attention.

Pushing past Arthur incredulously, he seized Emma's collar.

Caught off balance, Emma staggered, barely managing an awkward stance to avoid falling.

Thomas' looming shadow engulfed her entirely.

Struggling to keep herself upright, Emma's dry eyes blinked weakly as she slid slightly due to his forceful grab. Thomas' voice rang out in anger.

"Concocting Omega pheromones based on Omega's scent?"

"Are you mad, attempting to become an Omega?!"

No, that wasn't her intent.

She studied pheromones to avert secondary differentiation, not to become an Omega, as they insinuated.

But she dared not voice this truth.