"Gavin Dawson, you can do it." The boy from Class Three picked up the conversation, still feeling a lingering fear from what he’d witnessed that morning. "You even dared to talk back to him. Aren’t you afraid of getting into trouble?"

Ian Scott stepped in to smooth things over: "Talk back? It was just a couple of words. Do you really think he’s as unreasonable as you guys? And you, Ryan Grant, if you had even a little bit of privilege, wouldn’t you be over the moon?"

"Hahahaha, of course! If my family were even half as awesome as his, I wouldn’t just be flying to the sky, I’d be diving into the sea too."

...

During the big break, the boys who had skipped class trickled back into the classroom. Ian Scott was even gnawing on a sausage, and Gavin Dawson walked in last, empty-handed.

He and Ian Scott sat in the second-to-last row near the back door. On the way to his seat, he had to pass by Logan Carter's desk. Gavin Dawson glanced over casually; the other seemed to be working on math problems.

Logan Carter had his eyes lowered, lazily propping up his chin. He was thinking while slowly writing equations on his scratch paper.

Suddenly, Gavin Dawson stopped in his tracks.

He licked his lips and stood by Logan Carter's desk, his tone ambiguous. "Class monitor, I didn’t expect you to have such a sharp tongue."

Logan Carter's pen paused.

Usually, even when Ethan Brooks was next to him playing mobile games and making a racket, Logan Carter could ignore him and finish his problems.

But for some reason, his train of thought was broken by Gavin Dawson. Gavin Dawson was still waiting for his reply, standing there with a cocky, delinquent air.

Suddenly, Logan Carter looked up, his dark eyes scanning Gavin Dawson up and down, his expression nonchalant. "Have you tasted it?"

Sitting next to Logan Carter, Ethan Brooks was the first to lose it and let out a laugh.

Gavin Dawson: "..."

Gavin Dawson was stunned. He hadn’t expected Logan Carter to go along with his words, and in such a suggestive way.

For a moment, Gavin Dawson didn’t know how to respond. Not wanting to stand there like an idiot, he simply turned and walked away.

When Ian Scott saw him return looking dejected, he shook his head inwardly. After Gavin Dawson sat down, he seemed lost in thought, not moving even when the bell rang for class. Ian Scott kindly asked, "Ancestor, are you so mad you’ve gone dumb?"

Gavin Dawson frowned slightly. "Did you smell the scent on Logan Carter?"

Although Betas, who lack pheromones, are more common, there are fewer Alphas and Omegas, especially Omegas, who have basically become rare and protected in recent years. But at school, not only Omegas, but Alphas also have to use scent blockers daily.

Ian Scott thought he was about to start mocking people again. After all, even as an Omega, he hadn’t smelled Logan Carter's pheromones. To be precise, no Omega had ever smelled Logan Carter's pheromones. Some girls had tried every way to find out what the school heartthrob smelled like, but Logan Carter's self-control was too strong—he had almost never lost control.

Ian Scott was waiting for Gavin Dawson to start roasting people.

Gavin Dawson clicked his tongue. "It actually smells pretty good..."

-

When Sean Jordan returned to the classroom, he happened to see a girl sitting in front of Ethan Brooks and Logan Carter.

It was evening break, and there were hardly any people in the classroom. The girl folded up the test paper on her desk.

"The class monitor really is amazing. The math test for the weekly exam was so hard, I didn’t even understand when the teacher explained it." She smiled at him. "But when you explained it, I understood everything. Thank you."

Logan Carter gave a soft "mm": "No problem."

Too many people admired him, and usually, she barely had a chance to say two words to him.

The boy’s features were handsome and clean. Being able to interact with him at such close range made her heart flutter. On impulse, she gathered her courage and asked, "If I have questions I can’t solve in the future, can I come ask you?"

Logan Carter smiled, and Ethan Brooks jumped in, "Hey, why don’t you come ask me? I can do them too!"

The girl instinctively glanced at Logan Carter, who was lazily drooping his eyelids, showing no intention of joining the conversation.

Knowing this was a gentle rejection, she bit her lip in disappointment and looked at Ethan Brooks. "Then I’ll ask you next time."

"Alright, alright, if you don’t ask me, I’ll be mad at you."

After the girl left the classroom, Sean Jordan plopped down in the seat she’d just occupied, his long legs barely fitting. "Since when did our class’s study rep start liking Mr. Carter? But the study rep is pretty great—good grades, pretty too."

Ethan Brooks tapped his phone a couple of times. "Carter the Dog doesn’t even like the school beauty. This one probably doesn’t stand a chance."

"Who’s the school beauty?"

"Isn’t it Nathaniel Jenkins?"

Sean Jordan let out an "oh": "I thought it was our little fox."

"Aren’t you and Lily Goodwin fighting?"

"Yeah, every time we fight, I’m the one chasing after her for forgiveness. Even if she wants to skin me alive, I always start with ‘it’s all my fault.’ This time, I absolutely won’t go coax her. If I give in again, I’m a dog."

"Henpecked," Ethan Brooks clicked his tongue and shook his head. "No backbone."

"You don’t know shit. This is called ‘long live the queen,’ it’s a quality only excellent men have." Sean Jordan turned his head. "Right, Mr. Carter?"

"You’re asking him?" Ethan Brooks laughed. "As if he’d ever want to be managed by anyone."

"I do," Logan Carter laughed along. "Just haven’t had the chance."