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Two weeks have passed since Principal Nedzu’s schoolwide announcement of hidden omegas within U.A. High’s walls. Excitement and disbelief rustled through the crowd of students as they whispered and theorized just who the omegas were. Discussions and accusations soon followed, affecting many of students who were unfortunate to be late bloomers and some Betas.
Omegas were precious and rare. Their pheromones, slick, and scent were said to be an ambrosia even the gods would start wars for just to have even the smallest of tastes. Their statures ranged from delicate and lithe to delicate and plump, though many believed the softer an omega the better. Omegas were incapable of making the best decisions for themselves; they were notorious for getting swayed by their emotions and someone’s sob story. News stories discussing the latest manipulative trend an omega had gotten swept into were commonplace in the evening news.
Katsuki had presented young as an alpha, the first of his class of other snot-nosed pups, and ever since then his responsibilities and duties of an alpha, dictated not just by society but through nature itself, have been impressed upon him consistently. Katsuki knew he would be the best at everything that came his way—academics, heroics, being a pack leader—and he strove to be the best fucking alpha there ever was.
He would mate with no other omega but the best.
An omega putting themselves at risk by infiltrating a Hero Academy chockfull of alphas and betas, masking themselves as either a beta or a late bloomer as they navigated the pheromone and hormone-heavy masses of their peers all in search of the best alpha mate (and beta, if they drifted toward triads), was a perfect mate for him.
It was a cunning and daring plan, especially for an omega. Most were content to have either the Matron of their Omega House to find their match or their familial pack, so it would always be seen as a sensational and romantic story whenever an omega sought a mate themselves.
Katsuki relaxed and leaned back in his chair, gaze sharp and prying as he observed the rest of his extras spilling into the classroom. Kaminari clung to Sero’s shoulders and dramatically whined about another rejection from Jirou, who scoffed and rolled her eyes at the antics. Kirishima pulled Tails into some conversation about physical training and martial arts whereas Ashido’s bubbling excitement drifted in the air, the beta crouched over her phone beside Pink Cheeks and Frog Face as they stared at some celebrity drama. Deku muttered unintelligibly in the seat behind him, pencil scribbling against one of those weird-ass notebooks he always lugged around since they were pups.
His eye twitched at the annoying cloud of whispers and smothered the rising urge to chuff disapprovingly toward the beta.
His gaze then landed on the slouched figure of one Shinsou Hitoshi. An extra whom had piqued and roused the interest from his inner alpha the moment they crossed paths before the Sports Festival. Someone with the balls to taunt and rile up his opponents, and then follow through by landing third place in the tournament and replacing that horny extra Katsuki never bothered to even nickname, was someone Katsuki and his alpha itched to claim.
Yet Katsuki had noticed the itch to claim differed compared to his other extras. Katsuki had impeccable control of his instincts and pheromones, and yet just five minutes in Shinsou’s presence caused a persistent itch in his gums for his fangs to elongate, a throbbing in his glands as pheromones pressed against the skin and threatened to drench Shinsou in his scent, and an imperceptible twitch in his cock. His inner alpha would never fail to prowl the edges of his mind, a deep purr rumbling from its chest as it gazed at Shinsou with the hungered gaze of a predator.
Two of those could be written off as attraction—after all, Shinsou had a lithe and willowy frame, a delicate curve to his neck any sensible alpha would crave to sink their teeth into, and pretty features hidden behind perpetual eyebags and a scowl to ward off others—but the fangs and inner alpha?
It clicked the minute Principal Nedzu informed the school of hidden omegas walking amongst them.
His Shinsou was an omega and in search of the best alpha.
Katsuki had clearly fit the bill, and he’d blow any other competition up in smithereens if they even dared to send a lust-filled gaze toward what was his.
All he needed now was the right opportunity.
“Fellow classmates, please find your seats as homeroom shall begin soon!” Engine Legs’ voice soared above the hum of chatter, cutting through several conversations. “And remember you may be called to Recovery Girls’ office for a pheromone check!”
Concerned parents had pestered the administration until the Board caved to the social and media pressure, creating a protocol where non-alpha students would be randomly selected for a pheromone swab test in Recovery Girls’ office. Only a hidden omega would protest such a decision, and attempting to evade the test cast immediate suspicion onto the student.
Katsuki noticed the way Shinsou’s spine had gone taut, and his hands pressed into his lap to hide any shaking fingers. Katsuki’s lips twitched as his inner alpha roused and crooned, secure in their victory. The time to claim their omega encroached.
He crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. “Don’t know why it’s taken them so long to find one omega.”
“Right?”
“Wonder who they’ll mate with, though,” Invisibitch commented, clothes rustling as she moved. “I think it’ll be one of the upper years!”
Over Katsuki’s dead, rotting body.
Shinsou twitched.
Engine Legs fixed his glasses. Maybe Katsuki should change the nickname to Four Eyes, instead. “I imagine there are simply too many students under suspicion for Recovery Girl to arrange for mass testing.”
Katsuki snorted. “It doesn’t take fucking astrophysics to find an omega.” He kept part of gaze trained on Shinsou’s reaction, and the edges of his lips curved into a smirk at the complicated emotions flashing across the teens’ expression. “Bet I could find them in less than two minutes!”
Shinsou crossed his arms over his chest and scoffed, rolling his eyes.
Katsuki scented the blood in the water. “Doubting me, Eye Bags?” Katsuki questioned in a dangerous, low tone.
Deku made a nervous, low noise behind him, well-accustomed to that tone and the trips over Katsuki’s knee that followed.
“I don’t doubt you’re an arrogant shit, that’s for sure,” Shinsou snarked, but Katsuki could see the false bravado for what it was. No mistaking that excited gleam in the teens’ eyes as Katsuki entered the playing field as a prospective alpha.
As the prospective alpha, mind.
Engine Legs sputtered. That beta needed to get fucked by an alpha; perhaps that would remove his obsessive need for stringent rules and propriety. “Language, Shinsou-kun!”
Shinsou ignored him, something that sent an approving jolt down Katsuki’s spine. His omega should only listen to the other betas in his pack and no one else. He already knows who he belongs to, his inner alpha crooned.
“You think I can’t tell a beta from an omega?” Katsuki continued in that low, graveled tone, and smirked when he noticed the slight tremble down Shinsou’s spine. “I’m not a fucking weak alpha; I’m the best there is in this damn school!”
Engine Legs sighed in exasperation. “Please do not insult your fellow alphas—!”
Shinsou rose his chin in defiance. “Prove it, then,” he challenged, eyes flashing in the belief he wouldn’t be discovered. “Find this alleged omega before even the staff could.”
“Oooh!” Ashido clapped. “Do it! Do it! Do it!”
Engine Legs attempted to wrangle the raucous classroom into a semblance of order, but Katsuki had already started his prowl. Shinsou stiffened and struggled in hiding the emotions fluttering across his expression. Hitoshi scrambled to his feet, the scrape of his chair almost deafeningly loud, and most of the chatter dipped to a low murmur as they watched with bated breath.
Katsuki chuckled. “You really believed no one would know you were an omega?”
“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Shinsou denied in a shaking voice, eyes wide and panicked. “I’m a beta.”
“Sure,” Katsuki snorted. “In another universe, maybe.”
Shinsou flushed; a bright, lovely pink across the bridge of his nose. “You’re being delusional,” Shinsou insisted after a moment, and stepped back once Katsuki came into arm’s length. “I am not—!”
Katsuki trilled; low and hypnotic as it echoed in the air. A sound that would always have an effect on an omega, regardless of whatever flimsy patch or dubious suppressor they believed they could hide behind. Another noise—a victorious croon that his inner alpha echoed—slipped out as the honeyed scent of slick drifted a moment later.
No underground drug or faux skin could mask the scent of an aroused omega’s slick.
Hitoshi flushed brighter and squirmed from the bubbling wetness. Katsuki made another trill and chuffed in approval when Shinsou shivered and swallowed a whimper. No matter. Katsuki had all the time in the universe to hear the pretty sounds Shinsou could make when drunk on pleasure and his pheromones.
“Not an omega?” Katsuki murmured, his voice deepening as lust coiled in the pit of his stomach. Pheromones drifted and pressed against Shinsou’s covered glands.
Katsuki noticed the other extras scented the arousal, their spines straightening and pupils darkening. He tucked away the reactions from his extras to examine later. Kirishima made a low simper, a sound only betas could make, and Kaminari stared at Shinsou with golden pupils narrowed similar to reptiles. Sero and Deku made a soft hoot, and Ashido likely hadn’t even noticed some drool on the corner of her lips.
Jirou, likewise, had the same narrowed pupils as Kaminari and twirled one of her earlobes with her fingers.
His inner alpha chuffed. He hadn’t doubted his extras would find their soon to be pack omega as irresistible as Katsuki did.
“Your body certainly says otherwise,” Katsuki commented nonchalantly, and bracketed Shin—no, Hitoshi against his desk before the willowy omega could stumble elsewhere. He dipped his hand between Hitoshi’s legs and cupped his mound. He could feel the heat through the thin material of their uniform pants.
He stroked the omega’s slit in firm rubs through the cloth. He remembered the importance of preparation and play from one of the Dynamic Sex courses he’d been required to take since his first Rut at thirteen. Hitoshi gasped and jerked from the pressure, but Katsuki held one of the omega’s hips and kept him in place. He gave his hip a squeeze, gentle yet still in warning.
“Why are you dripping omega pheromones if you’re a beta?” Katsuki questioned hypothetically as though the omega wasn’t gasping beneath his hand.
Hitoshi squirmed and stammered, “St-stop!” He pushed at Katsuki’s shoulders, but the alpha remained rooted in place. Panic and fear fluttered across his eyes.
More pheromones dripped in arousal fluttered in the air as Hitoshi’s scent patches ceased functioning. Katsuki trilled again and growled low as he felt a gush of sweet slick against the front of the omega’s pants. Hitoshi whined high-pitched and wanting in the back of his throat, hips rolling against Katsuki’s palm at the friction and pleasure rolling in his system.
“L-Let me go!” Hitoshi insisted breathlessly. “I’m—I’m not—I’m a beta!”
His inner alpha growled in irritation. Katsuki huffed and tsked, some annoyance bubbling up at the feeble lie Hitoshi still clung to. As if the entire class weren’t aware of the sweetened pheromones and scent drifting from his trembling body. As if they hadn’t seen the weakened attempts of resistance, his instincts as an omega submitting to Katsuki’s alpha. Before Hitoshi could even register what happened, Katsuki unzipped his uniform pants and tugged it and his underwear down mid-thigh.
Katsuki made a distant note to switch out those briefs for the proper undergarments for an omega. The old hag would be delighted to wardrobe shop for his omega, and he rumbled in pleasure at the image of Hitoshi in lace.
Katsuki groaned softly as his fingers touched the slippery heat of Hitoshi’s folds. Slick popped lewdly as Katsuki explored the omega’s folds at a languid pace, dipping between the folds and caressing the velvet softness. His chest rumbled in pleasure as a cloud of omega pheromones practically blasted into his face, sugar sweet and tantalizing in desire.
“You’re so wet for me, omega,” Katsuki crooned softly and smirked victoriously at the flushed and dazed expression, those lavender pupils widening from the sharp pleasure. He glanced at the omega’s cunt, whistling lowly at the reddened and slicked vulva and the cute, pebbled clit begging for attention. “Beta men don’t have cunts as pretty as yours, Hitoshi, but omegas certainly do.”
Hitoshi trembled and bucked his hips. Another gasp of pleasure escaped as Katsuki rolled his thumb against his clit. “Ah!”
(“Fuck,” Ashido whispered and leaned into Sero. “I wanna eat him up, oh, I bet he tastes as sweet as he smells. . ..”
Sero breathed heavily, hand wandering down to his crotch. He certainly wasn’t the only one. “Only once I’m finished with him.”
“Hey!” Kaminari butted in, pouting. “I’ve first dips; Toshi’s my friend first!”)
Katsuki gently prodded around the omega’s entrance and stroked the area gently. Hitoshi tensed and attempted to close his legs, trembling from the pleasure. “Are you gonna tell me you’re a beta, still?” Katsuki murmured and leaned in, nipping along the curve of that pearl-smooth neck. “I hope not or I’d have to give you another spanking for the lies.”
Tears slipped from Hitoshi’s eyes. “No!”
Katsuki nuzzled him and sent calming pheromones his way. “I know, I know,” Katsuki murmured. “You are a brave little omega, but you were still reckless and naughty.”
“I—!” Hitoshi gripped Katsuki’s forearms, but his trembling fingers made the grip lax, “Ba-Baku—.”
“Katsuki,” he interrupted, a stern frown on his face.
Hitoshi’s breath hitched. “I— s-sorry, alpha.”
“All forgiven, baby,” Katsuki said and stroked the omega’s throbbing clit.
Hitoshi trilled from the pleasure.
Wet pops and other lewd sounds echoed sharply around the quieted room, and were followed by Hitoshi’s addicting noises of pleasure. Katsuki ached to bite and kiss those soft, petal-pink lips, and did just that a moment later. It was a clumsy kiss for a moment, but he soon took control. He prodded at the omega’s entrance and slowly breached him with the tip of his finger.
A spike of fear slithered through the pheromone cloud of pleasure. “I—no, w-wait—!” Hitoshi interrupted himself with a soft squeal as Katsuki thrusted two fingers into the omega’s fluttering cunt. It resisted at first, tight rings attempting to reject his unfamiliar fingers, but Katsuki hadn’t excelled in those Dynamic courses just for show.
Once the tension eased from his slow thrusts and Hitoshi’s taut spine relaxed, Katsuki pumped his fingers at a ruthless and hard pace. Pleasured moans and whimpers bubbled up Hitoshi’s throat. His hips jerked and rolled from the pleasure of having an alpha play with his cunt for the first time. His pupils covered most of his eyes, darkened from bliss. His pheromones brushed against Katsuki’s glands, hesitant at first and then encouraged by the approving trill he received from the alpha.
Katsuki’s fingers were knuckle-deep. His palm slapped against the omega’s taint with each thrust. Hitoshi dripped in slick and aroused pheromones; each thrust caused a lewd and wet sound that never failed to make Katsuki chuff with pride. Only he could make his omega so wet and pleasured. Katsuki propped the omega onto the desk without faltering the pace of his fingers and leaned closer.
“H-hnngh—!” Hitoshi mewled; eyes unfocused and glazed over. “Nngh — a-ah!”
He lapped and licked the edge of Hitoshi’s mate gland, groaning softly at the way the omega’s inner walls fluttered and clenched around him. Hitoshi orgasmed a moment later, cunt spasming as it searched for a knot that wasn’t there.
Ambrosial pheromones fluttered from the omega. Katsuki grinned as he sensed the burgeoning envy from the other alphas.
“You want your alpha’s knot, don’t you, Hitoshi?” Katsuki purred out in a breathless, husky voice. His pheromones dripped in lust and desire. He would mate such a pretty and divine omega then and there, claiming him in front of their peers so they knew the omega was his—and had front row seats to his prowess and skill as the best alpha.
Hitoshi whimpered, hips slowly jerking against Katsuki’s hands as he came down from the high of a first orgasm. Tremors wrecked his spine and some tears clung to the edges of his eyes. Katsuki pressed a teasing kiss and nip along the mating gland, the area swollen as it soaked in the alpha’s pheromones. Hitoshi cried out sweetly, the warbling sound melodic to everyone’s ears.
Katsuki couldn’t wait to hear how he sounded, split and squirming on his knot.
“I take good care of what’s mine,” Katsuki assured the omega as he scented some bubbling anxiety. He pressed another soft kiss and licked some of the omega’s sweet sweat. “You’ll need and want for nothing.”
Hitoshi remained quiet, trembling, still needing the security of a knot before he believed any of the promises Katsuki made.
Katsuki wouldn’t be one of those cruel alphas who fucked omegas and then abandoned them once they shot a load. “Say it,” Katsuki demanded and moved his fingers once more, shallowly thrusting into that sopping core. “I want to hear you say you want my knot.”
Hitoshi pursed his lips and glared at Katsuki through his tears. Katsuki huffed in light amusement. Of course, his chosen omega wouldn’t submit just because he said so. His inner alpha approved as well, pleased with the idea of a stubborn wife to dominate.
“No,” Hitoshi hiccupped softly, shaking his head. “No, no no—!”
Katsuki rolled the omega’s clit with his thumb and smirked at the choked moan. “Say it for me, omega. Let everyone hear who you belong to.”
Hitoshi curled into Katsuki and mewled.
A storm of alpha pheromones pressed against the omega. Katsuki bared his teeth and growled, low and dominating. “Say. It. Now.”
Hitoshi whined in appeasement at the Command. “I w-want your kn-knot!”
Katsuki growled sharply and gave a punishing nip on the gland, and Hitoshi sobbed.
“Alpha,” the omega amended obediently and shuddered at the oppressive weight of pheromones and scent. Of instincts and emotion warring in his system. “I want y-your knot, alpha!”
Katsuki trilled in approval. “Good omega.”
He wasted little time in unfastening his pants and freeing his pulsing erection. He sighed from relief and repositioned his hands, settling them onto the omega’s hips for better purchase. He rubbed his cock against the soaked slit, a pleased purr in the back of his throat as the omega whimpered from the sensation.
Katsuki coated his cock in Hitoshi’s slick in a few more teasing strokes. He pressed the swollen head of his cock against the omega’s fluttering entrance and slowly inched inside. A vicious snarl of victory yanked from his throat as his omega accepted their mating. Had Hitoshi been completely unwilling and resistant to mating, his cunt would essentially shrink and reject further attempts of breaching. Katsuki watched inches of his cock disappear into the omega’s petaled oasis and purred, nuzzling the side of Hitoshi’s face.
A keened wail yanked from Hitoshi’s throat. He thrashed in Katsuki’s hold, tense and shaking from the foreign breach. Katsuki remained patient and paused here and there for adjustment, but continued inch by inch until their hips were flushed together. Omegas always thrashed and sobbed during the beginning of their first mating. After all, omegas were raised as delicately spun glass and were rarely exposed to what occurred in the mating den until the night before they would mate with their chosen alpha.
Katsuki rooted through his memories on what had been discussed in his Dynamics classes. He knew the pain of the breach and stretch would soon ease once the omega’s body became accustomed to his girth and length. Not to boast, but Katsuki had an above average package compared to other alphas and beta men his age.
He thrusted in slow and shallow bursts, keeping a firm hold on Hitoshi’s inner thighs as he spread the omega open. A part of him wanted to roughly pound into the enticing and soft cunt, but a first mating wasn’t the time for that. Alphas who ignored an omega’s pleasure in the mating bed would soon discover just how miserable and nightmarish a displeased omega could be.
“A-ah-ah!” Nectarous pheromones fluttered from Hitoshi’s glands, and Katsuki couldn’t resist the urge to suck and swallow the luscious pheromones. Hoarse and melodic cries of pleasure escaped from Hitoshi. “A-ah, hnn!”
Katsuki groaned in pleasure as he drunk the nutty and floral pheromones. The feeling of his omega’s cunt wrapped around his cock was divine. He understood, now, those myths and stereotypes of alphas losing their sanity from such an oasis. As Hitoshi gasped wetly into his shoulder, he concluded the adjustment period was over with and rocked his hips. He pumped his cock into that tight and drenched pussy, each harsh thrust causing a lewd squelch and pop of slick, and trembled at the sensations.
Katsuki became distantly aware of the thick and saccharine arousal blanketing the classroom. He wouldn’t even be surprised if some of his omega’s pheromones spilled out into the hallway and neighboring classrooms. Homeroom likely started some minutes ago, but there wouldn’t be any interruptions until he knotted his little wife. Interrupting an alpha while they pleasured and knotted their omega could become dangerous, especially if quirks became involved at the perceived threat.
Melodic whimpers and moans of a pleasured omega just barely smothered the lewd and wet sounds echoing sharply around the room. Katsuki hadn’t known the classrooms had such great acoustics . . ..
“Hnngh!”
Hitoshi rolled his hips against Katsuki’s, nails scratching at the alpha’s upper back. His legs wrapped around, and tightened, Katsuki’s waist and unintentionally allowed for even deeper thrusts.
Heavy and lustful breathing floated from the rest of the extras. His inner alpha took note of Sero buried between Ashido’s legs, of Kaminari twitching as Jirou worked his cock. Of Deku, flushed and whimpering as Kirishima swallowed him without a gag reflex. He wasn’t even surprised; his extras were the horniest betas he’d ever met.
Pheromones drenched the air, making everyone drunk on the omega’s honeyed scent. Katsuki growled in approval upon noticing the way some of the alpha extras gripped their desks tight. Half n’ Half smoked enough to set off the fire alarm. Hitoshi’s cunt clenched at the sound of his growl, unintentionally causing another to form.
Yeah, that’s right, Katsuki crowed internally. I’m the only alpha who gets him!
Katsuki pistoned his cock into Hitoshi’s pussy at a ruthless, pleasure-numbing pace. Each moan and gasp sounded angelic to his ears. Lewd slaps of their conjoined hips rung in his ears, each one filthier than the last. He drove into that enchanting pussy all the way to the hilt, balls heavy as they slapped against the omega’s skin from the movement.
Katsuki pressed the omega further against the desk, the object squeaking loudly in protest. “Fuuuck, fuck, feel so fucking good, baby,” Katsuki panted against the omega’s lips and kissed him thoroughly, biting his swollen lips and sucking on his tongue. “Fu-fucking made for me, Hitoshi.”
Hitoshi writhed beneath him, encased in the pleasure of an alpha’s cock and pheromones. He babbled out moans and unintelligible words. His seductive siren utterly unaware of the way he drove everyone, Katsuki included, desperate and aching for his pussy and scent. Katsuki’s inner alpha crooned and roared from pride, from having the best fucking omega in the entire damn city, from publicly claiming his omega’s quivering hole with each pump of his hips.
Katsuki broke one of their kisses, panting. “Gonna knot you,” he murmured against the omega’s lips and swallowed another whine of pleasure.
Hitoshi scratched and clawed at Katsuki’s upper back and mewled, pleasure wrecking through his system in harsh tremors. Katsuki purred at the sight. He had pleasured his omega well. No one could deny the blissed and flushed expression, the dewy and translucent slick coating his cock and the omega’s upper thighs, the sweet moans bubbling in the air.
Katsuki captured Hitoshi into another deep kiss. Spit trailed as he broke for air moments later. He then kissed a trail along the omega’s jawline, down the curve of his neck, to his swollen mate gland. His peak encroached. Given the desperate twitches of Hitoshi’s hips, the omega was as well.
Now!
Blood and pheromones spilled into Katsuki’s mouth as his fangs broke through the skin of the mate gland. He distantly heard the way Hitoshi shrieked from pleasure and pain, arching against him as another orgasm viciously rippled through the omega. Katsuki moaned against the sweat and pheromone slicked skin as Hitoshi squirted, slick dribbling down his thighs. He thrusted a few more into Hitoshi’s spasming and creamy walls before his peak hit. He grunted and leaned against the omega’s trembling frame as thick ropes of his cum spilled into Hitoshi and coated his inner walls.
His knot swelled and caught onto an inner ring within Hitoshi’s cunt. Said area sent waves of neurochemicals toward an omega’s brain and cause them to enter a state of utter bliss flooding every nerve. Omegas were unable to do anything aside from simple commands from their alpha for their minds were drowned in a warmth described as a “floating heaven.”
Katsuki removed his fangs slowly, carefully, and gently lapped at the wound. He could feel their mate bond bloom into existence somewhere inside of him, a sensation similar to that of a phantom limb. Pheromones dripped from his tongue and continued setting the bond further, wrapping the omega’s pheromones into his irrevocably. He massaged the omega’s thighs and hips in a soothing manner, a low rumble in his chest to aid in further calm. His inner alpha crowed once more as Hitoshi purred, the sound sweet and innocent to his ears.
He grasped his bearings a moment later and shifted upright, carrying his omega with him to not aggravate the knotting process. Hitoshi mewled and purred from the movement, but remained in that subspace as Katsuki settled at his desk, the omega now on his lap and limp against his chest.
Aizawa entered the classroom after a few more minutes, eyes darkened but showing no other response to the heavy pheromones in the air. “Settle down; there’s things I need to cover with you before next period,” he said and rolled his eyes at the responding groans and petulant mutterings. His gaze caught Katsuki’s next. “Bakugou, take your omega to Recovery Girl when your knot is down. There’s a few forms she’ll need you to fill out.”
Katsuki nodded, having already expected such a thing. He even had the other paperwork that would need to be filed sitting on the kitchen counter back at home. He had filled out most of the information, and all that was left were things only Hitoshi would know.
Hitoshi snuffled against the curve of his neck, breathing in his pheromones, and purred. His knot pulsed and released another load. Katsuki hummed softly and nuzzled the omega, a victorious chuff rumbling in his chest.
Katsuki was the best alpha, and he always, always won.