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Right then, I heard footsteps. A group of students was heading toward the buildings, holding bags over their heads to protect themselves from the rain. Unfortunately, one of them was Don.

At first, I didn’t think he noticed us, too busy shielding his head from the downpour, but as they got closer to the entrance, he turned his face toward us, and his eyes widened slightly.

A wave of satisfaction hit me when I saw the bruises on his face, under his eye and around his mouth… I gave him a hateful grin.

Don didn’t approach Soren or say hello. He just turned his head and walked into the building. I glanced at Soren, but stayed silent.

Soren observed me for a few seconds, his head slightly tilted. "Was it you?"

"Yeah." I snorted. "Sorry, I didn’t listen. But that was too much to ask of me, Soren. And I didn’t say a word. I just told him that he knew what it was for."

Soren stayed quiet.

He took another deep drag on his cigarette, looked up at the sky, and didn’t comment on what had happened. We stood there a little longer, finishing our smokes, then headed to our classes.

It seemed like Soren had just accepted it, maybe he felt some kind of satisfaction deep down? But I didn’t dwell on it, not wanting to overthink things.

Later that day, when we were sitting in the cafeteria, Sean walked over to us.

He tried to bring up Don, who apparently hadn’t let him in on the whole situation, perhaps because he was afraid Sean wouldn’t be as forgiving as Alvin.

Honestly, I didn’t fully understand why Soren didn’t want to tell Sean what happened. I knew he didn’t wish to be seen as a victim, but why he kept it secret from Sean specifically wasn’t clear to me. I realized, though, that trying to understand the reasons and motivations of someone who’s been through such a traumatic experience might not be possible—this wasn’t a logical thing. When emotions are involved, things don’t always make sense, but they’re still valid.

Soren brushed Sean off, who just watched us with a thoughtful expression. While we were sitting in the cafeteria, our knees were touching, and I focused mainly on that, trying to ignore the growing sense of unease I felt, like something bad was going to happen.

For the next few days, Don avoided Soren completely, finally leaving him alone. We kept working on the Python exercises, and during his recovery, our sexual activities were limited to just one blowjob daily that I gave him. I nearly ended up with blue balls, but I knew being patient was what he expected from me in this situation.

The following weekend, Soren’s health improved a lot—he even went for a short jog. He told me the bleeding had completely stopped, and he was feeling much better. We stayed in the dorm for the weekend, even though I was really tempted to go on a trip to a nearby spot on a picturesque hill, just a few miles from campus. But I didn’t want to push him too hard with the climb. When I mentioned it, he just gave me a pretty indifferent look, like it wasn’t a big deal—a trip with methat could be interpreted as a date. He just said, "Maybe next weekend."

Throughout the week, things with Alvin also stabilized a bit. We didn’t talk about Don at all, just exchanged the occasional small talk on random topics—I’d call it a truce. I noticed that both Sean and Don kept their firm distance from us. Sean would sometimes come over and chat with Soren, but their friendship had noticeably cooled off as mine with Soren got closer.

By the start of the next week, we were back to more intense sexual activities too.

Finally, on Monday, Soren agreed to let me caress his entrance with my mouth for a longer period of time. I was really eager to do this because I knew that Soren was very sensitive in this area. When I got down to it, I discovered that I could bring him to orgasm just by licking and massaging this spot with my tongue, without even touching his dick. This was quite unusual as this part of the body was known to be the most sensitive in omegas. For betas and alphas, it was not much different from any other part, but in Soren's case, it almost seemed like most of his skin was one big erogenous zone!

He just loved being touched.

During that week, we were able to spend up to two hours in bed at times, and I satisfied him in every way possible, giving him orgasms through nipple stimulation, blowjobs, and licking his entrance. Soren was truly insatiable, sometimes lying on the bed, completely under my sexual control, moaning with his eyes closed, begging, "More, Skye, please, I need more, more…" And I did not refuse him, never.

Eventually, the next weekend came around, and we went on the planned hike together. That’s when Soren’s behavior took a bit of a step back, like something was weighing on his conscience.

The trail to the mountaintop was really scenic, with a great panoramic view of the city. We passed by a lot of people, including couples holding hands. At one point, I got the courage to take his hand. We had just stopped for a short break to drink some water from the bottles I’d packed. When Soren handed the bottle back to me, and we were getting ready to start climbing again, a couple walked by—an alpha embracing a beta. It was a rare sight, but it encouraged me to try my luck too.

As we went back on the trail, I shyly reached out and took his slender hand. I could see him tense up immediately, his jaw clenched, and he turned his head toward the forest. We walked like that for a few minutes—him really stiff and seemingly unhappy the whole time. He didn’t pull his hand away, but I knew he was extremely uncomfortable. So, at the first opportunity, when we got to a spot with a great overlook of the campus below, I pretended to take my phone out to snap a picture and let go of his hand—I could see he was relieved. I didn’t try it again after that. It was clear that ‘hand-holding’ was way too deep into boyfriend territory for Soren, so I decided to respect it. Patience, I had to be patient.

We finally reached the top. Soren was a bit winded and occasionally coughed—smoking wasn’t doing his lungs any favors, let alone his stamina. For a while, we just admired the wide panoramic view of the city. I took out my phone and asked, "Can we take a selfie?"

Soren blinked and nodded hesitantly. In the selfie, he looked so gloomy that I figured the only way to change his expression was to get someone else to take the picture—maybe then Soren would at least put on a friendly face.

I asked a lone beta nearby, who was photographing the city with a professional camera, if he could take a pic of us. He agreed with a slight smile. He took a shot with my phone first, but assoon as I looked at it, I saw Soren’s expression—nope, still pretty sour, like he wasn’t happy to be here at all.

The guy glanced at me and noticed my concerned look.

"Hey, what if I took a few shots with my camera? You guys look like a real… model couple. I’m Josh, by the way."

"Hey Josh, I’m Skye, and this is Soren. I’m fine with that, it’d be nice of you. Soren, are you okay with it?" I asked, noticing Soren’s skeptical expression. But he just shrugged.

"Sure, why not?"

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