The boy was blocking the doorway, so he couldn’t get into the restroom. If he went in directly, the boy looked like he’d follow. He wasn’t sure if Gavin Dawson wanted others to find out he might be an Omega.

Remembering the redness at the corner of Gavin Dawson’s eyes, Logan Carter frowned.

Shawn Douglas took it as a given. He remembered that Logan Carter didn’t seem to have a girlfriend or boyfriend, and thought he was just messing around with the person inside. His expression changed instantly: “I was wondering why it smelled so good.”

“Didn’t expect you’d play this kind of…” Shawn Douglas was drawn in by the scent of the pheromones. He’d never smelled this kind before—light and faint, like a misty haze. Though the fragrance was subtle, it really stirred up an Alpha’s desire to conquer. He was so entranced his head spun, and when he spoke, he lost his filter: “He’s doing it on purpose, right? With so many Alphas at school, not using an inhibitor, isn’t he just waiting for—”

Before he could finish, Logan Carter suddenly grabbed his collar and dragged him away from the restroom door.

Shawn Douglas called out in disbelief a few times, his mind suddenly clearing. Logan Carter was a bit taller than him, but he was an athlete, solidly built, and a bit heavier than the average Alpha.

He hadn’t expected Logan Carter to drag him from the doorway to the sinks with one hand—he barely even had a chance to brace his feet.

Logan Carter checked—the restroom door was no longer visible from this angle, so he let go.

“If you like the smell, just stand there and enjoy it. But if you take even one step forward…” Logan Carter glanced at him, “Try taking a step?”

Shawn Douglas felt a chill under his gaze. Even though the other was still in his school uniform, between the two of them, he looked more like the delinquent, but he just didn’t dare move.

He’d even gossiped before that the guy from Class Ten, Logan Carter, had a powerful background, but with such good grades and a low-key attitude, he didn’t seem like a troublemaker.

He hadn’t expected that when this guy got serious, he’d be terrifying, and his presence was nothing like a student’s.

Seeing Shawn Douglas stay silent, Logan Carter went into the men’s restroom right in front of him and closed the door.

After a while, Shawn Douglas finally snapped out of it.

Realizing the other was long gone and he’d been standing in the corner like an idiot for several minutes, he felt a bit frustrated.

Shawn Douglas wanted to step forward, but found he actually didn’t dare move his feet.

He cursed under his breath in a rough voice, strode to the restroom door, and, as if to prove something, reached out to push it.

The door was locked from the inside.

Shawn Douglas pushed again in disbelief, his hand trembling a little.

Was Logan Carter crazy? Daring to pull this kind of stunt at school?

Author’s note: Locked. No entry allowed.

Chapter 4: Fighting

When Logan Carter came back, Gavin Dawson started feeling dizzy again.

After the other had left, that floaty, cloud-like feeling had mostly faded. But as soon as Logan Carter got close, Gavin Dawson felt like there was a switch inside him—once flipped, he just wanted to get closer to Logan Carter.

He remembered how Ian Scott had once told him, looking all forlorn, that just seeing the class monitor made him instinctively want to get close. At the time, he’d laughed at Ian Scott for having zero self-control.

He was wrong, so wrong.

Gavin Dawson didn’t like this out-of-control feeling. He took the scent-blocker from Logan Carter, hesitated for a moment, then quickly and quietly muttered a thank you.

The thing looked a lot like a spray. He’d seen Ian Scott use it before. Gavin Dawson aimed the nozzle at himself and sprayed hard. He couldn’t smell his own pheromones, so he had to ask Logan Carter.

“Is there still a scent?”

The Omega’s pheromones were gradually suppressed by the scent-blocker. Ian Scott’s blocker smelled like milk. Logan Carter looked at him, “There shouldn’t be any left.”

The other was standing too far away, so Gavin Dawson didn’t feel reassured.

There seemed to be a calming ingredient in the scent-blocker. Gavin Dawson sprayed nearly half the bottle, and his dizziness vanished—he felt completely refreshed.

“You’re standing so far away, how could you smell anything?” Gavin Dawson yanked open his collar, pointing at his own gland. “Come over and check for yourself?”

Logan Carter gave him a subtle look.

Gavin Dawson had just differentiated into an Omega and wasn’t aware of these things, but Logan Carter was different. For an Omega to let an Alpha smell their gland was already a pretty open invitation.

“There’s no scent left,” Logan Carter repeated.

Seeing how certain he was, Gavin Dawson didn’t insist. He straightened his clothes and was the first to push open the door and walk out.

Outside the men’s restroom, there was no one. Gavin Dawson took out his phone to check the time—class was almost over.

Gavin Dawson wanted to know what exactly was going on with himself. He shoved the scent-blocker into Logan Carter’s hand.

“I’m going to the hospital. Help me return this to Ian Scott.” Gavin Dawson muttered, “It’s obviously his. Kids—using scent-blockers that all smell like milk.”

Logan Carter looked at him. When Gavin Dawson said “milk scent,” he laughed first.

This kid mocked others, but he wasn’t all that mature himself.

“Gavin Dawson,” Logan Carter thought for a moment, then still reminded him, “Don’t let others smell your scent so casually.”

Gavin Dawson didn’t take his words to heart.