This hunger has a name

by ImBeautyQueen

Summary:

At Shiz University, Elphaba hides the fact that she’s an omega.
Glinda is the alpha she was taught to hate — flawless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore.
What starts as hatred turns into forced coexistence.
And what starts as coexistence… turns into instinct.
As they try to resist the growing desire between them, their bodies speak louder.

Chapter 1: Thresholds

Elphaba Thropp’s first impression upon arriving at Shiz was anything but welcoming.

The imposing and esteemed university, nestled in the heart of Gillikin, seemed steeped in an ancient arrogance—as though every tower, corridor, and classroom carried a silent reminder that she did not, in fact, belong there.

It was still the start of the semester, and the corridors swelled with students returning from all over Oz—loud alphas in expensive clothing, omegas draped in lace and soft pheromones, and betas clustered in quiet groups, clearly determined to remain invisible.

Elphaba climbed the marble staircase, each step echoing like a warning: pretend, but never relax. The documents she had handed to one of the staff members—a woman named Ama Clutch—declared her to be a beta. A brazen and extremely dangerous lie—but a necessary one.

No one there knew she was an omega, and the green-skinned girl had no intention of paying to find out what would happen if they did. She had been hiding her status for far too many years to worry about how she might behave during her presentation, because… well, no one expects a green omega, right?

Especially omegas—always seen as delicate and docile.

In all her years of lying, almost no one had suspected that Elphaba Thropp—the green-skinned girl with long nails, sharp teeth (and tongue)—was an omega.

“And yet people say being green is a bad thing…” Elphaba allowed herself a low chuckle amid the tension.

As she walked through Shiz’s hallways, the omega kept her head high and her shoulders straight. She avoided looking at anyone for too long.

The corridors, beautifully decorated and vibrant, had a suffocating atmosphere, flanked by golden tapestries bearing the crests of the Houses of Magic and Historical Traditions. Despite the seemingly airy design of the building, Elphaba had been trying to ignore an onslaught of sensations ever since she’d stepped foot in Shiz: the woody undertone of the corridors, the faint tingling in her arms, the nausea that came and went without pattern.

Perhaps it was fear. Or perhaps it was the scent of alphas.

That ever-present, overwhelming, excessive scent—like it needed to constantly announce itself. Sickly sweet and profoundly uncomfortable for an omega who had never spent much time near alphas.

After a long walk, she finally reached the dormitories assigned to betas and alphas. Room 22.

The anticipation made her want to crawl out of her own skin, but she opened the door anyway.

The room was large by university standards: two low-canopy beds, two desks, a shelf, a large arched window with a lovely view of the main courtyard, and an enormous rug—and, well, pink. Just like most, if not all, of the furniture in the room.

And of course, there was Galinda.

Sitting on the far bed, carefully arranging perfume bottles and other beauty items on a shelf, there she was.

“Oh.” The blonde looked up, narrowed her eyes, and gave Elphaba a slow once-over—the kind of look the omega had grown accustomed to over her nineteen green years. “So it’s you.”

Elphaba didn’t reply.

“Galinda Arduenna Upland,” she introduced herself as if at a gala. “From the Highlands of Gillikin.”

Her hair was so pale it seemed spun from sunlight. The sky-blue dress cinched at her narrow waist, perfectly matching her eyes—eyes that held a dangerous dose of cold cruelty.

Striking, yet strangely inviting.

But despite her flawless appearance, that wasn’t what caught Elphaba’s attention. It was the scent.

At first, Elphaba nearly laughed at the irony of being mistakenly placed with another omega. The blonde before her—a life-sized porcelain doll—didn’t look the least bit like an alpha. But then she caught the scent. And something clicked inside her.

Caramel.

Vanilla.

Sweet and inviting, yet aggressively restrained. Not strong—just steady, perfectly contained. It reflected the refined self-control only certain alphas, especially those from noble and respected bloodlines, were trained to master.

The omega knew exactly what that scent meant: a well-trained alpha. Which, ironically, meant an extremely dangerous one.

Elphaba hated the way her stomach twisted.

“Don’t you speak?” Galinda smiled with theatrical mockery. “It must be difficult dealing with… well, your obvious skin condition and, on top of that, being mute.”

Because, of course, no one ignored Galinda without a good reason.

Elphaba walked over to the other bed—the one that wasn’t pink but seemed slightly smaller than the other—and began unpacking her bag.

“I just save my voice for when it’s worth using.”

“Oh.” The alpha looked genuinely shocked at the rudeness. As though the idea of someone not relishing her rehearsed words was unthinkable.

Then the other girl noticed a subtle shift in the scent that hung in the room, but couldn’t place what had changed—or why. Elphaba simply felt it—and the fact that she couldn’t identify what had just happened irritated her deeply.

She was forced to mask her sudden breathlessness, pretending to be interested in the few belongings she had brought with her.

Galinda, ever observant, noticed.

“I thought they said you were a beta.”

The omega felt her heart skip a beat or two.

“I am.”

“Really?” Galinda asked, one perfectly arched eyebrow lifting, her eyes narrowing.

“If you ask nicely and wag your tail a little, I’ll show you my papers. How about that?”

Galinda let out a low laugh and then, with a look that suggested her patience was thinning, replied, “We’ll see how long that boldness of yours lasts, Miss Thropp.”

The atmosphere that followed in the days to come was tense and utterly chaotic—but neither of them backed down.

And neither dared to admit how much they enjoyed the game.

 

Chapter 2: Disruption

Summary:

In the end, Galinda’s composure won.

As always.

A month had already passed and, although Shiz was no longer a stranger, it still felt far from welcoming.

Elphaba walked the corridors like someone who had grown accustomed to that intricate, carefully designed place. She knew where to step, what to say, who to ignore.

She could now handle the sidelong looks from librarians when she requested obscure, ancient books, the whispered comments from alphas who took note of her sharp features, and even the way betas pretended she wasn’t there.

But what she still couldn’t handle—the thing that drained her most in her new routine—was sharing Room 22 with Galinda.

Galinda Arduenna Upland remained an infuriating, disjointed collection of everything Elphaba Thropp despised.

Loud alphas. Performative, privileged, utterly oblivious to their own status—and perhaps worst of all, impossibly charismatic.

(Elphaba, for instance, hated the fact that she seemed to be the only person within a hundred-kilometer radius who didn’t like Galinda.)

Her side of the room, in stark contrast to her polished appearance and perfect manners, was a first-class disaster: extravagant dresses hanging from doorknobs, scrolls forgotten under pillows, shoes scattered across the floor, and, of course, that damned scent.

Thanks to the suppressants Elphaba took to mask her omega scent, the entire space was always filled with Galinda’s lingering sweetness. Caramel—almost like freshly burned sugar—and vanilla.

It was a persistent scent that had slowly become familiar. Too familiar.

And the omega hated how much attention she had given it.

Thropp hated having to admit that she had not only noticed the stupid little details that came with such close cohabitation, but had also grown used to them.

Like how Galinda would always tuck a strand of hair behind her ear while reading, even though it would fall loose again minutes later. Or the day Elphaba discovered that Galinda wore enchanted contact lenses—not out of vanity, as she had first assumed, but out of necessity. On the days she forgot them, her gaze would drift and she’d frown in a way that, in one of Elphaba’s more delirious moments, she had admitted was cute.

It was the way Galinda’s eyes would narrow when reading something complex. The way her scent would subtly shift throughout the day without explanation. Or the way her shoulders would loosen for just a second when she stretched, still drowsy, after the alarm went off. Or how she’d roll her eyes whenever the omega corrected her pronunciation.

Elphaba didn’t want to notice these things—much less be affected by them. She had neither the time nor the patience for involuntary desires. Especially for someone like her.

The discomfort was constant. And growing.

Because even with all the reasons Elphaba had to hate Galinda—and there were many—there had been moments, fragmented and unacceptable, when her body seemed to disagree.

That was what infuriated her: not Galinda’s mere existence (oddly enough), but the fact that she, Elphaba Thropp, was beginning to grow accustomed to that alpha’s presence.

And worse: beginning to react. With the occasional shiver. With a quickened heartbeat. With an irritation that had more to do with herself than with the alpha.

On campus, Elphaba kept her routine with near-obsessive precision. She avoided crowds, always sat in the same places. She didn’t speak much, but she was heard in class—whether out of respect or fear.

She didn’t care.

She played her part. The diligent student. The indifferent beta.

But in Shiz, it was impossible to remain invisible for long.

Galinda moved through the corridors as if she owned them all. Always smiling, always surrounded by students who laughed too loudly, stood too close, showed off too much. And even when Elphaba made a point of looking away, she always ended up seeing her. Because Galinda wasn’t the kind of person one could easily ignore.

And the alpha knew it.

By now, there were no more misunderstandings. No reconciliations. Only a suspended coexistence. A silent war where no one won, but both lost something.

It wasn’t as if they were close. They didn’t talk. They barely looked at each other. But the other’s presence was always felt, as if the space were too small for two bodies that didn’t even want to share the air.

The arguments had lessened, but the hatred hadn’t. They still lived on opposite sides of the room and of the world, still clashed with every movement—but over time, something different had begun to take shape.

Something Elphaba preferred not to think about.

The silence, when it came, was heavy. The words, when spoken, were always rough around the edges.

They didn’t know what it was. And they didn’t want to know.

“Are you really going to pretend you didn’t leave half your things on my desk?” Galinda appeared, arms crossed, her curls irritatingly perfect even at that hour of the morning.

“I’m impressed you can tell what’s yours from what’s mine. I thought everything belonged to you by divine right,” Elphaba replied without looking up from her paper.

“It’s not divine. It’s simply natural.”

It was always like that: sharp barbs, thrown as a matter of routine. But they never crossed the line. Not anymore. The hostility now was contained, refined. There was something worse than anger: forced coexistence.

That morning, like every other, Elphaba had woken before sunrise. She had developed the habit of turning on her small lamp carefully, avoiding the harsh ceiling light. She drank her bitter tea, sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to the steady breathing from the other side of the room.

She tried not to notice—once again—the way Galinda slept: on her side, clutching the pillow, with one leg always uncovered.

A messy, reckless, infuriating alpha.

The alpha Elphaba most wanted to hate.

She sighed. Stood. And followed her routine.

______

 

The Ethical Foundations of Applied Magic (EFAM) class had always carried a suffocating weight.

It was a demanding subject, especially because it dealt not only with arcane theory, but also with the responsible use of power—whether magical or social.
And in Shiz, where hormonal status was almost as important as grades, ethics and biology clashed far more often than the professors liked to admit.

Galinda, as always, took her seat in the very first row.

She was the undisputed star of the class. She knew the laws, their interpretations, historical cases, precedents. She didn’t just answer questions—she anticipated the professor’s line of thought with infuriating ease.

Her confidence was as sharp as the graceful, golden curves of her handwriting, flowing neatly across the parchment.

Elphaba hated it.

She hated the way Galinda lifted her chin when she spoke, the way her sweet scent seemed to saturate the room whenever she was right—which, unfortunately, was almost always.
She hated even more that, no matter how irritated she was, she couldn’t stop looking.

No matter what she did, Galinda always found a way to catch her attention again.

As always.

Boq, for instance—the short Munchkin omega who kept trying to befriend her—was seated two rows ahead, taking careful notes, though his eyes clearly strayed now and then toward the pink-cheeked alpha with an expression that could only be called infatuated.

And who could blame him?

The discussion that day centered on magical alliances between Oz’s provinces, and how each individual’s status—alpha, beta, or omega—affected their political legitimacy.
Galinda spoke sparingly, but every time she did, the room rearranged itself.
The class listened. The professor nodded. Everyone else fell silent.

Then a male voice cut through the rhythm of the lecture.

Averic—a thoroughly spoiled alpha, tall, broad-shouldered, reeking unpleasantly of leather and dried blood—leaned back in his chair with the casual arrogance of someone too accustomed to getting his way, speaking loudly enough to interrupt the professor:

“If I may, sir, wouldn’t it be more effective to take a more… objective stance with certain omegas? The ones who insist on defying orders, challenging alphas in public… The truth is, we’ve been far too lenient. A real omega isn’t made for debates. They’re made for social balance. For beauty. And for standing beside their Alpha.”

Averic folded his arms and declared, “Omegas should be seen, not heard.”

Silence followed.
Long, heavy, and taut.

A handful of omegas—three or four, including Boq and Elphaba—were in the room, and their reactions were almost identical:
Boq lowered his head quietly. A girl in the front stiffened. Another boy bit his lip and turned away, pretending to reread his notes.

The blow had landed.

Thropp felt the weight of expectation settle on her shoulders.

The one who always spoke too much in class. The green-skinned girl who was always on the defensive. The one alphas feared and professors merely tolerated.

Her hands were already clenched into fists, heat rushing through her veins, her vision blurring just slightly.

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Something stopped her.

Before she could think of what to say, Elphaba felt it. Not just heard.

Felt it.

Galinda’s scent had shifted in the air.
From something merely sweet to something warm and spiced, burning at the edges of the room.

Dominance.

But not the blunt, aggressive dominance of alphas like Averic.
No—this was cold, elegant, precise.

The omega inside Elphaba shivered.

Her body reacted instantly: the fine hairs on her arms stood on end, her breathing quickened, heat unfurling from the base of her spine up the back of her neck.

The kind of involuntary reaction she loathed—especially because of Galinda.
The alpha she despised for everything she represented.

“How curious that you’ve chosen that exact phrase: ‘omegas should be seen, not heard.’ As if it were an absolute truth, an unquestionable maxim, when in fact it embodies everything our generation is so desperately trying to change.”

Her tone was sweet, inquisitive, but laced with something new. A firmness. A thread of steel beneath the silk.

The professor looked up, surprised, but didn’t intervene.

Averic frowned, visibly offended.
“So you’re defending an omega’s right to rebel against their alpha?”

Galinda smiled—a light, dangerous smile.
The kind that seemed charming until you realized you were about to be torn apart by words.

“I’m defending the right of any thinking being not to be treated as property, ornament, or accessory,” she replied with cutting sweetness.
“But I understand that may be beyond your capacity to grasp, given your limited education in humanity.”

The room held its breath.

Galinda’s scent pulsed in waves, smothering Averic’s.
Elphaba felt her body respond to it in ways she hated: the tightness in her shoulders, the rigidity in her thighs, the uncomfortable warmth blooming in her chest, the maddening urge to bare her neck.

It wasn’t desire, though it felt like it.
It was deeper.
It was instinct.

She shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the faint tremor in her hands, and caught, out of the corner of her eye, Boq’s flushed face.

The omega was watching Galinda as if she had just conjured stars into the air.
His eyes shone, a soft smile tugging at his lips, his posture bending ever so slightly forward.
Subtle, but unmistakable.

He didn’t even seem aware that his shoulders had rounded inward, as though his own body recognized—and accepted—the silent command of the resting alpha.

Elphaba frowned.
Not at Boq’s reaction, but at the way something deep inside her bristled at it.

As if some quiet, possessive part of her hated seeing that look directed at Galinda.
Even if it made no sense.

She dropped her gaze to her lap, fingers tightening around the edges of her book.

Averic stayed silent.
Not for lack of words, but because he had already lost.
Galinda hadn’t given him space to continue.
Not with shouting—just with presence.

Thropp’s eyes fell to the wooden desk.
Her fingers curled hard around its edge.
Because the world was far more complicated than she wanted to admit.

And because, much as she hated Galinda, in that moment, the alpha had become something else entirely—
another mystery.

Hours later—long after the class had ended, long after Galinda had gone quiet and crossed her legs with feline grace—her pheromones still seemed to cling to the air, caught on the ceiling, in the curtains, in the floorboards.
The omega inhaled, and her body thrummed like a pulled string.
It wasn’t just the fragrance—it was what came with it.
The weight of presence, the way every cell in her seemed to respond to that alpha.

That was what irritated Elphaba most: how much it had affected her—and had been affecting her—for the past month.
She didn’t want to react.
She had taken her suppressants that morning. Doubled the dose. Kept her composure and self-control.
But nothing in her preparation seemed strong enough to erase the involuntary echo of her omega instincts.
Her skin prickled beneath her clothes, her stomach twisted, as though something ancient and deeply rooted inside her had been stirred awake.

Being the daughter of two betas, Elphaba had never spent much time around alphas.
Having to live alongside one so irritating and so attractive was affecting the poor green girl far more often than she cared to admit.

“Pathetic…” she thought.

⸻

The Shiz refectory was spacious and filled with frivolous enchantments that irritated Elphaba: utensils that arranged themselves, goblets that adjusted their temperature to match their owner’s mood, benches that warmed beneath anxious bodies.
Music floated through the space—though no student could quite pinpoint its source—and the scent of freshly baked dishes lingered in the air.

Thropp sat at her usual table beside Nessarose, her younger sister, pale-skinned and firmly beta, who whispered a prayer before touching her plate.
Boq, the Munchkin, arrived moments later, breathless, carrying a tray with a generous slice of pie and a glass of tangerine juice.

Elphaba and Nessarose had never formally invited Boq to share their meals, but he showed up anyway, so the sisters simply tolerated him.

“Did you see what happened in EFAM today?” he asked, sitting down with a grin.

Elphaba arched a brow, feigning disinterest.
“Unfortunately, yes. I was there, remember? Tragically green and triply bored.”

Boq ignored her usual sarcasm—he was far too excited.
“It was… amazing! Galinda literally dismantled Averic. And without yelling, without fluttering her perfectly manicured nails. Just with words. Did you see his face? He didn’t say a thing. Looked like a clawless kitten.”

“Oh, please, Boq,” Nessarose interrupted, visibly unsettled by his scandalous admiration for the alpha. “Was it really that impressive?”

“You have no idea,” he said, turning toward her. “Averic started with that disgusting speech about the natural obedience of omegas… and Galinda just destroyed him. Never lost her charm, didn’t even muss her hair. I…” —he bit his lip dreamily— “I’ve never seen an alpha so… grounded.”

Her older sister tensed, eyes fixed on her plate.
“Of course. Grounded, charming, and completely trained to act that way.”

Boq turned toward her, his smile fading a little.
“You really think she just… faked all of that?”

“I think,” Elphaba said firmly, “that some alphas learn to speak well to seem better than they are. But they keep the same instincts. The same arrogance. They’ve just learned to smile while they oppress.”

“You’re being unfair, Elfie,” Boq said, more serious now. “No one forced Galinda—of all people—to defend omegas like that. Didn’t you see the way she looked at Averic? She was… angry. She couldn’t have been faking it.”

Nessarose watched Elphaba with concern.
“You’re acting strange, Elphaba,” she said softly. “Stranger than you usually act around other alphas. What happened?”

Elphaba looked away.
“I’m tired of everyone falling for empty words. Alphas always have a polished speech. But it’s just talk.”

Boq frowned.
“But her scent…”

Elphaba froze.
“What?”

“Her scent. When she argued with Averic. You didn’t feel it? It was strong. But not aggressive. How could you not notice?”

The moody omega pushed her plate away, suddenly without appetite.
“You’re both wasting your time with this. She’s just another narcissistic alpha who knows how to charm a crowd. And you”—she looked at Boq—“are far too enchanted to see it.”

Boq fell silent, picking at his pie with less enthusiasm.
But Nessarose didn’t take her eyes off Elphaba.

She noticed.
The tension in her sister’s shoulders.
The almost imperceptible tremor in her hands.

Something had happened in that classroom.

Something that went beyond words.

When Elphaba returned to the room, the air was dense.
There was a subtle charge clinging to her skin, making the atmosphere feel warmer than it really was.
The sweet scent of caramel and vanilla was stronger than usual — almost suffocating — and there was no doubt: Galinda had arrived before her.

Elphaba locked the door harder than necessary, suddenly hyperaware of everything in the room — and everything that irritated her.

Galinda was sitting on the bed, knees bent beneath an elegant beige blanket, an open book resting on her thighs and her hair loose.
She didn’t make a move to look up, which Elphaba would have found perfectly normal, considering the long stretches of silence between them, even while sharing the room.

But at that moment, it only irritated her more.

The omega dropped her bag in a corner, took off her blazer, and threw it over the chair.
“Not going to say anything today? I thought you thrived on unsolicited opinions.”

Galinda lifted her eyes, and there was something in them Elphaba couldn’t immediately place. Fatigue, perhaps. Or contained irritation.

They stared at each other for long, uninterrupted seconds.
It was always like this: sharp barbs, irony woven with elegance. But there was something different that night. The scent. The air.
Elphaba’s skin tingled — not just discomfort. Alert. As if something inside her was simultaneously contracting and expanding.

The caramel scent grew more intense, the vanilla suffocating, and Galinda’s gaze amplified every feeling and thought crossing Elphaba’s mind.

Maybe, when she lied about her status and agreed to share a room with an alpha, Elphaba Thropp should have thought more carefully about how her roommate’s pheromones would collide with her own.

Friendly advice.

“I was impressed by how involved you got in today’s discussion,” said Elphaba, unable to hold back, as if something silenced her. “So… convincing. I almost believed you really cared about omegas and what they think.”

Galinda rose from the bed, her expression hardened and brow furrowed.
“What do you mean by that?”

Elphaba turned, crossing her arms defensively.
“What I mean is, I’m not an idiot. Others may fall for your ‘champion of causes’ act, but I know you, Galinda. I know how much you love the spotlight and crave attention.”

“You know nothing about me,” Galinda snarled, her body moving unconsciously closer to Elphaba.

Elphaba’s body reacted instantly.
The hairs on her arms stood on end for the second time that day, her throat tightened, her pupils dilated.
The incoherent, angry thoughts vanished; her legs trembled in front of Galinda’s clear display of dominance, and the green girl had to fight the urge to tilt her neck in submissive surrender.

The closeness was suffocating… and at the same time intoxicating.
Her rational thoughts shut down and her senses tripled.
With so many tangled feelings, she clung to the one she knew: hatred.

“Because there’s nothing to know. You hide everything behind rehearsed nods and smiles.”

Galinda took a deep breath, jaw clenched and eyes half-closed.
Thropp could feel the anger radiating from the alpha.
She could hear Galinda’s heartbeat against her chest, see the blonde jaw twitching open and closed in rapid, repeated pulses — the agitation and control Galinda so prized silently warring inside her.

Elphaba Thropp had never felt Galinda so intensely before.
And it was overwhelming.

In the end, Galinda’s composure won.
As always.

And the omega only realized the depth of her own disappointment when the blonde closed her eyes, exhaled, and walked toward her large pink wardrobe in complete silence.

She looked thoughtful in a way Elphaba found strange — after all, Galinda always said “thinking was too tedious and harmful to beauty” — as she gathered some supposedly appropriate items for a bath.

The tension did not lessen when the alpha leaned against the shared bathroom door and, looking down, silently revealed:
“My mother was an omega.”
The words fell like stones, sensitive and nostalgic.
“I grew up watching her suffer in certain ways. And I swore I wouldn’t be like other alphas. Like Averic.”

Silence stretched between them — and Galinda’s scent softened, as if her tone had changed.
The sweetness remained, but now there was an underlying warmth, earthy and rich.

For some reason, that irritated Elphaba.

“That’s so Galinda… thinking she can be arrogant and superficial most of the time because, oh well, she has an omega mother and now she’s our savior. Save our Ozma with sharp teeth and pink dresses!” the omega thought, still shaken by the foam-laden pheromones.

“So why do you all act like you’re the same most of the time?” the omega asked, unable to stay quiet.

Galinda lifted her eyes.
Dangerous. Cold. And… hurt?

“You can call me arrogant, cruel, and spoiled, Elphaba. I really am all that, and I know it,” the alpha began in a low, threatening tone.
“But don’t compare me to them. Averic and I are not the same. And we never will be, whether you believe it or not.”

Elphaba wanted to laugh. Say something cruel. End the conversation and put Galinda back on some distant pedestal — protected by crystals and safe — far from her mind.

But no words came.
No sound.
Only her own heartbeat pounding in her ears, fast and bright, and the heat radiating — not from the room, but from her roommate’s presence.

Galinda was still there, a towel folded over her arm, eyes downcast, jaw clenched in a silence that somehow hurt more than any insult.

Even though Elphaba desperately wanted to pretend otherwise, she could feel Galinda’s fear held back behind that anger.
The wounded pride hiding behind the rage.
She felt the other’s need to be seen as more than a mere judgment.

For the first time in a month of forced cohabitation, Elphaba Thropp saw the first crack in Galinda Arduenna’s facade.

Then — to make things worse or better — Galinda turned and passed through the bathroom door, quietly closing it behind her.
Her eyes were sad, shoulders slumped.

No rehearsed smile.
No provocation.
No triumphant look.
Only silence.

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Chapter 3: Combustion

Summary:

Could she make Galinda believe green betas went into heat?

Notes:

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Room 22 was far too quiet for that hour of the morning, and the light filtered through the thick curtains wasn’t enough to erase the sensation that the whole world was closer to Elphaba Thropp’s skin than it should have been.

The omega woke slowly, her eyes heavy, her body immersed in an internal ache she didn’t know how to describe — something between fever and hunger, anxiety and threat, or simply all of it at once. The world seemed to be on edge, throbbing in sync with her accelerated pulse.

She felt slightly feverish. Her neck ached, the muscles in her shoulders were tense, and there was a persistent irritation under her skin. A strange and unwanted heat spread through her thighs and the back of her neck.

She had felt this before, but not like this, not with such mute urgency, not with such intensity.

Elphaba had been using her suppressants strictly since she’d arrived, and they had never failed until now.

“What the hell caused this?” the girl wondered.

The soft sound of water running on the other side of the bathroom door seemed much louder and more irritating in that state.

When the bathroom door opened and the warm light of the small room spilled into the dorm, Elphaba closed her eyes briefly, trying to ignore the familiar and disturbing scent that entered the room with her.

Galinda emerged through a mist of steam. Her blonde hair was still damp, falling in disciplined waves over her shoulders. The sweet scent she always carried blended into the air with even more intensity thanks to pre-heat, and it made the omega’s stomach twist.

Not from disgust but from a strange need.

“Are you okay?” Galinda asked after a few seconds of observing, with a tone the omega found unfamiliar.

It sounded casual, which was already quite different from the indifferent and irritable tone the alpha usually used with her, but it also carried a hint of veiled concern.

“You look… odd,” the blonde added, frowning just as Elphaba noticed a — faint and nearly imperceptible — metallic note in her otherwise characteristic scent.

It was new. Curious and deeply intriguing.

“Was Galinda… actually worried?” the omega wondered, surprised, before she could declare it as true.

Something snapped inside her.

The jolt that ran through her body was like lightning, and with it, her emotions spiraled further out of control; her hands began to tremble again with impatience, her heart — almost calm — started pounding again in her chest with a strange urge to comfort the concerned alpha standing in front of her. And with that came two new realizations:

First of all: after a month of living together, Elphaba Thropp had finally discovered the meaning of at least one variation of Galinda Upland’s scent.

And that was terrible, to say the least.

Because now, knowing what that metallic tone in the vanilla meant, she could recall many times she’d sensed it before.

Like once, two weeks ago, when she’d had an extremely intense nightmare — one involving a ruby globe, a balloon in a sky the color of blood bubbles — and had woken up in a panic.

That same metallic scent Elphaba smelled now had been in the air when she noticed the blonde already awake on the other side of the room.

(That day, Galinda had only looked her up and down, rolled her eyes, and muttered something rude about Elphaba being evil for disturbing her beauty sleep, then went back to bed.)

The second realization Thropp had was even more important given the current circumstances: the scent and agitated pheromones of the pink-clad alpha in front of her had been the actual trigger that pushed her into pre-heat.

Elphaba had been on suppressants for years, and they had never failed — always managed to contain her natural heats (precariously, but still) until that moment.

What had changed in the past few days?

An agitated and irresponsible alpha living in the same dorm as her.

Oz…

Galinda, completely unaware of Elphaba’s anxious silence, didn’t step back. The alpha approached slowly, still keeping a bit of distance as if she hadn’t even noticed she was moving closer, tilting her head with that typical gesture of hers — half charming, half calculated.

Elphaba thought she saw those blue eyes—almost black now, thanks to her dilated pupils — drop to her lips and then to the curve of her neck.

As quickly as the thought came, it vanished when Galinda’s gaze met hers.

“It’s heat, isn’t it? Or the beginning of it, at least,” the alpha asked softly.

And then Elphaba knew she’d fucked everything up.

Betas couldn’t go into heat — it was, well… basic biology.

Could she make Galinda believe green betas went into heat?

“Honestly, Galinda, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” the omega tried to deflect as she sat up in bed, immediately betrayed by a particularly sharp cramp.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about, Miss Elphaba,” the alpha said, in a low, slightly affected tone.

“Oz…” Elphaba cursed mentally, holding back an embarrassing moan.

The omega closed her eyes briefly and decided to give in — to spare herself the stress.

“It’s pre-heat. It’s early,” she paused. “Because of your pheromones. Yesterday. They were… too intense.”

The alpha visibly tensed, her eyes widening for a brief moment before she lowered her gaze.

The metallic scent became stronger.

“I didn’t think I could affect someone like that. I’m really sorry. It wasn’t my intention.” Her voice came out lower, sincere — very different from the performative tone she usually used in conversation.

The omega slowly shook her head, not replying right away. The pain was getting worse. It was as if her own body were punishing her for getting too close to an alpha while also punishing her for being too far from one. At the same time that proximity was driving her insane, it also felt like the only thing keeping Elphaba anchored to this world was the blonde standing by her side.

It was strange and infuriating.

“Do you want me to sleep somewhere else while this lasts?”

The omega hesitated. Every part of her screamed that she should say yes. That it would be safer. That it was stupid to keep an alpha this close at a time like this. But she hated the idea of seeming weak — and more than that: something inside her didn’t want Galinda to leave.

Even if she’d never admit it.

“No,” she said finally. “I can handle this on my own.”

“Handle… the heat?” Galinda repeated, as if trying to grasp something she only knew from books.

“Exactly. I’ve done it before — why wouldn’t I be able to now?”

“Because maybe those other times I was locked in a room alone for days on end and not locked in with an alpha who’s just as idiotic as she is attractive,” Elphaba thought but refused to dwell on.

After all, everything would be fine.

_______

The dining hall was unusually quiet that afternoon. The terrible migraine Elphaba felt made her hide from the sunlight with determination. She felt more unstable with each passing minute, the stimuli around her sinking in too deeply — sounds, lights, smells.

By that point in the day, many at the university had probably already figured out her status from the sweet scent she was undoubtedly leaving in the halls, but honestly, Elphaba didn’t care much anymore.

Her head was heavy and her body ached.

Nessarose waited for her at one of the more isolated tables, surrounded by empty plates and a steaming cup of tea. The omega sat down with effort, keeping her shoulders rigid. Her forehead was sweating, even though the weather was mild.

“Elphaba… you look awful,” Nessarose said bluntly, staring at her older sister.

The same sister who tried to hide the trembling in her fingers as she held her glass of water. Her vision was slightly blurred — not from fever, but from something more internal. As if everything were displaced, sped up, too close to the skin.

“Thanks for the subtlety,” she muttered, trying not to draw attention from the other students. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to irritate her sister and so, the omega added: “I feel particularly blessed by the great Unnamed God today.”

It had to be the stirred-up pheromones.

Nessarose didn’t laugh — just watched, as expected.

“Don’t joke about that, Elphaba. You know father doesn’t like it.”

The older one huffed and buried her face in her crossed arms on the table.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Elphaba sighed impatiently and lifted her head. After looking around to make sure they were far enough from the other students in the dining hall, she said:

“It’s heat. It started this morning, off schedule. Caught me completely off guard.”

“Well, that explains the awful scent.”

Yep, she really knew how to be annoying.

Nessa pressed her lips together, looking around to make sure no one was listening. Then she leaned forward, her voice barely audible:

“Elphaba, you said your ‘omega stuff’ was under control. You promised me no one here would find out your status, you promised!” Nessarose accused, sounding both irritated and impatient.

“If by ‘omega stuff’ you mean my cycle, I didn’t lie, sister. It was under control, but I didn’t imagine that living with Galinda would throw me off like this,” the omega explained, breathing deeply to manage the spreading pain and her younger sister’s lecture.

“Again with this obsession, Faba?” Nessa paused, looking genuinely disappointed. “Stop blaming Galinda for everything that happens around you. She’s never done anything to deserve that much hatred.”

Holy Oz…

“I’m not blaming anyone, sister.” Elphaba sighed and finally lowered her head. She had neither the will nor the strength to keep arguing. “I’m just reporting what happened. Galinda’s pheromones were very intense yesterday and that threw mine off. She obviously didn’t do it on purpose, but still, living with an alpha like this is… exhausting.”

Nessarose tilted her head slightly and gave Elphaba a look that resembled pity.

“How are you going to handle this… situation? You know how alphas get around omegas in heat, don’t you?”

Yes, she knew.

Uncontrolled, restless, anxious, and extremely dangerous.

Her heat hadn’t started fully yet, but even so, Elphaba had already noticed the shift in Galinda’s behavior that morning. The self-control starting to crack — just a little — but not enough to make the omega feel truly afraid.

“Galinda offered to move to another room during these days.”

“You’re lucky to share a room with such a decent alpha, you know that?” Nessa commented with a strange smile. “Did you accept?”

Elphaba scoffed, leaning back on the bench with crossed arms. Her throat burned, and it wasn’t from the conversation — it was the alpha’s scent still clinging to her clothes even now, hours later. That sweet and warm mixture kept stirring something in her she didn’t want to name.

“No, I didn’t.”

Nessarose just stared, confused and frowning. The silence between them lingered for a few moments, until Nessa finally murmured:

“And why not?”

Because I didn’t wanted to seem weak.

Because I didn’t want my fragile biology to change the routine I had fought so hard to build.

Because Galinda’s scent was the only thing that eased the pain.

Because I wanted to know what it was like to go through heat near an alpha.

Because the mere thought of the blonde touching me sent me to heaven.

All valid answers, but after thinking a bit, the omega replied:

“There’s no need. I can handle this without her interference. Galinda wouldn’t do something like that to me anyway — I mean, well… I’m green.”

If Nessarose weren’t a beta, she might have detected the bitter edge in the omega’s scent.

Sadness.

“I don’t think she would either, Faba — not by choice.”

And Elphaba would never admit how much that had affected her.

“But you know how alphas are. It’s not a choice, it’s instinct. They can’t help themselves,” Nessa said condescendingly, her expression teetering on empathy.

And then the omega remembered countless moments of Galinda clearly holding herself back. The hands opening and closing. The clenched jaw. The narrowed eyes. The unstable scent.

For some reason, when she set aside the hatred she felt, Elphaba had a strong sense that the alpha she shared a dorm with wouldn’t do anything to her.

It wasn’t trust — not really, since they barely knew each other.

It was instinct.

“I know what I’m doing, my dear sister.”

 

Notes:

ugh I honestly hate Nessarosse I’m sorry
faba is what nessa calls elphie in the books and elphaba’s dream is the same as in the first chapters too, I just love putting in those details
don’t expect rationality from Elphaba, she is so affected, poor thing
I think Galinda deserves a story just from her POV later, tell me what you think

Chapter 4: Ignite

Summary:

“You don’t have to do that,” Elphaba muttered as she felt Galinda fluffing the pillows behind her.

“I know, that’s what makes me so nice,” the blonde replied playfully.

Notes:

my god this got so long and I still had to cut some things

The hallway where the dormitories were located was plunged into a muffled silence, as if the air were too dense or maybe it was just Elphaba.

Each step echoed heavily on the tiles. Her body ached more than in the morning; the fever throbbed in her bones, neck, behind her eyes. With every breath, she felt her lungs resist. The heat didn’t surge like a wave, but rather drip by drip, exhausting, draining everything.

The doorknob felt colder than the rest of the world as it turned beneath her fingers. Elphaba pushed the door open and entered the room.

Galinda was there.

Sitting in front of the dressing table, legs crossed with enviable elegance, her blonde hair falling in front of her face. When she looked toward Elphaba, the smile appeared too quickly — with the usual boldness, but on that day, a little more subtle.

Galinda scanned her from head to toe and then Thropp saw her forehead furrow slightly, while the daring smile faltered a bit.

The metallic note in the air arose again, and the omega knew what Galinda was going to ask when the younger made to open her mouth. The harsh reprimanding look she received stopped her mid-motion.

Elphaba’s mind was chaos. Her entire body ached with sharp pangs, and her mind throbbed trying to process the confusing, amplified mixture of emotions she felt. All tangled and intensified. When she noticed the touch of concern on Galinda’s face, she couldn’t hold back the scolding in her gaze.

She hadn’t gotten used to this new dynamic, and a worried alpha wasn’t going to help much, only make things worse. As the confusing and turbulent hours of her heat passed, Elphaba Thropp had to cling more and more to the reasons she hated Galinda Upland.

The expression of provocation quickly appeared as soon as the concern faded.

“You took longer than usual today. I thought you finally managed to switch rooms,” the blonde teased, with a sly smile, turning back to look at herself in the mirror ahead.

“If I had actually pulled off such a feat, Galinda, the entire Emerald City would know,” the omega began amid short, labored breaths, as she took off her shoes by the door. “Because you can bet I’d find a way to write that news in the sky.”

Galinda then chuckled quietly and tensely in her place.

The taller one crossed the room silently, feeling a pair of eyes watching her carefully. She threw her cloak over a chair and then went to the door leading to the shared balcony, opening it — silently begging the cold breeze to distract her a little.

The pain in her lower back was almost unbearable, as if her spine had been twisted and left like that.

“It’s uncomfortable, isn’t it?” she finally said, turning to face the alpha.

Nessarose’s words hammered in her head insistently.

“Living with an omega going into heat, I mean. It must be a constant challenge. Must be horrible having to control yourself all the time, resisting the… impulses.”

Galinda watched her for a moment, then stood up slowly. She touched some random bottle, aligned another — clearly avoiding the conversation for two seconds longer than necessary, as if needing a purpose to keep her hands busy.

Elphaba noticed how the caramel note overlaid slightly, as if the mere mention of heat had triggered something involuntary.

“It’s not horrible,” she replied, shaking her head slightly, eyes fixed on some random point in the room, as if truly thinking over the situation and assessing the damage. “It’s… conflicting. And not as hard as you think. At least for now.”

Elphaba scoffed but had no strength to properly retort. She only took a few steps back and leaned against the doorframe, closing her eyes and praying the wind would carry away the scent impregnated all over her body.

If before that Galinda’s scent already affected her, during the heat that effect had worsened. The omega felt the blonde was everywhere but, at the same time, also seemed so far away.

“You don’t have to pretend. I know it’s uncomfortable, and you’re not obliged to go through this,” Thropp grumbled, still with her eyes closed. “If you want to sleep in another dorm, I won’t stop you.”

Even with her eyes closed, the omega felt the room tighten further as Galinda’s scent intensified second by second.

“I gave you that option earlier and you refused. If you want me to leave, I will… but can I know why the change of heart?”

Elphaba opened her eyes and stared at the alpha in front of her.

Oz, she looked so…

Galinda was now standing, leaning against the dressing table, staring directly at the omega. The entire pink setting, along with the skirt of the same color, brought a delicacy that didn’t quite match the tension in the scene.

The alpha standing before Elphaba was breathing slightly heavy; her pupils dilated; her head tilted slightly to the left; and her hands pressing obviously against the tabletop she leaned on.

All of the younger’s senses sharpened with the predatory look of the blonde in front of her. The voices in her head screamed “RUN!” while another part of her felt an enormous urge to stay and see where this might lead.

She took a deep breath and then forced herself to answer something coherent.

(something that wasn’t between a moan and a whiny plea, preferably).

“I thought about it during the afternoon and accepted that I wouldn’t be the only one affected. I might not think you’re the most amazing person in all of Oz, but even so, it would be unfair to drag you into this.”

The omega’s voice seemed to wake Galinda from the stupor she apparently was lost in. The alpha closed her eyes briefly, controlled her breathing, and stepped away from the dressing table. The look she directed at Elphaba soon after wasn’t as intense as before.

“Do you want me to go?” The question came out surprisingly soft.

Elphaba looked at her from across the room, the pangs growing stronger and the desire beginning to form in her belly as well.

“You help,” she admitted suddenly, the phrase leaving reluctantly, as if she herself didn’t know why. “Your presence. It helps with the pain. Not much, but… it eases it.”

Galinda widened her eyes for a brief second, as if unprepared for that kind of honesty. Soon her face softened and then a real smile appeared. A true and absurdly beautiful smile, one that didn’t seem part of any performance.

“Okay, I’ll stay then,” she said, and although her tone was slightly theatrical, there was something genuine in the brightness of her eyes. She seemed… happy. As if the simple fact of being useful to someone made sense.

And for some reason Elphaba refused to understand, that was cute.

“Now sit down a little, looks like you’re going to faint any moment.”

The omega had to hold back a particularly embarrassing moan as Galinda approached and, holding her by the shoulders, guided her to the bed.

Elphaba wouldn’t have been able to offer any resistance, even if she wanted (she didn’t want to).

The younger girl sat on her bed, but before she could actually lie down, she felt a firm and delicate hand rest on her shoulder, stopping her.

Thinking about the proximity between Galinda’s hand and her neck made her breath hitch again.

“You don’t have to do that,” Elphaba muttered as she felt Galinda fluffing the pillows behind her.

“I know, that’s what makes me so nice,” the blonde replied playfully, removing her hand from the younger’s shoulder and finally letting her lean back against the pillow resting on the headboard.

Elphaba turned her face toward her and saw Galinda smiling. Of course she was smiling. It wasn’t an explicit provocation, but it was challenging. As if she was used to dealing with all that. As if she wasn’t also tense, fingers trembling, lips parted as if breathing with effort.

Suddenly, the omega’s body trembled discreetly as another pang ran through her belly. She moaned softly, bit her lip, eyes squeezing shut from the pain, and placed her hand on her belly, pressing her womb with a force beyond the usual.

Galinda straightened immediately, the smile fading from her face, giving way to an expression of complete concern.

“Elphaba?”

“Just…” she said through clenched teeth. “Just a pain. It’ll pass.”

But it didn’t.

Galinda hesitated, and after what seemed like a long thought, did something unexpected. Delicately, she climbed onto the bed and sat beside Elphaba, their shoulders touching. It was as if she didn’t dare to touch more than that, but still wanted to offer something physical, real, beyond just presence.

“If it’s too much…” Galinda started.

“Stay,” Elphaba cut her off. “Just… stay there. For now.”

The change was immediate.

The pang was still there, but much less intense; the headache had vanished, and it seemed she could now breathe better with Galinda’s scent finally surrounding her.

But there was a problem.

The pain seemed to have lessened, but the discomfort was definitely more treacherous now: it hid beneath her skin, behind her tongue, between her fingers itching to pull at the blonde strands on the alpha’s head beside her. The room was quiet, filled only by the sound of their breaths and the soft ticking of the clock both kept on their dressers.

The alpha’s body heat seemed to stabilize something deep inside her, as if instinct recognized that proximity as relief. Elphaba, who had never gone through one of her heats accompanied, found it strange how desire was at least three times greater in that situation, especially with such an attractive alpha.

But the body wanted more.

And that “more” made her restless, impatient. As if her belly protested the slow progress, as if every second Galinda didn’t touch her more was an injustice.

Each breath from Galinda seemed to pull some of Elphaba’s air away. The alpha’s scent invaded every corner of her mind — sweet, enveloping, and now with that insistent metallic note, warm, like the clinking of silver against stone.

Galinda was affected too. That was obvious.

The warm tone her scent had taken made that clear.

The omega turned her face slightly, just enough to see the profile of the older one. The perfectly sculpted chin, the long eyelashes casting thin shadows on her cheeks. Then, the blue eyes turned toward her briefly. Galinda was staring, and when she realized she’d been caught, froze.

Elphaba smiled.

“If you’re going to look at me like that, at least disguise it better,” she murmured, unable to hide her amusement.

Galinda cleared her throat, quickly averting her gaze. A slight blush rose along her neck, visible even beneath her flawless skin.

“You’re delirious. That’s it, it must be the fever, Miss Elphaba the delirious,” she replied, pretending to pluck an imaginary speck from her blouse. “And besides, I was just checking if you were still breathing,” she shot back, lifting her chin with a mock air of superiority. “With that tragic face, it wouldn’t be absurd to assume you’d died of pain.”

“And you were worried, alpha?” Elphaba teased, amused. It was rare to see her blush.

“Of course not,” Galinda said too quickly, too affected by the new nickname. “I just thought it would be… inconvenient to share a room with a corpse. Although I think it might be better, you know? Your side of the room is a torment for any eye.”

The omega laughed sarcastically, and the sound that was about to turn into yet another accusing comment about how, actually, Galinda’s side was a complete mess, became a pitiful moan when the pain returned — sharp, dry, like a knife twisting in her abdomen. She moaned quietly, body tense, hands clutching the sheet.

The alpha said nothing. Just watched.

But the younger one felt it.

She felt the air change. The scent of concern pierced by a more intense metallic note. The alpha’s pheromones fluctuated subtly, like a song with a note out of place.

Galinda was trying to control something. Again.

“Tell me something you’ve never told anyone,” the blonde asked out of nowhere.

The younger blinked, looking back at her, confused.

“What?”

“A secret, Elphie…” her eyes sparkled as she turned her gaze back to the omega. “Can I call you Elphie, right?”

“No.”

“Okay, Elphie. Now tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I’m being very nice and asking you to do it?” the blonde tried, with a cheeky smile and raised eyebrows.

Elphaba scoffed, her brain unable to process much, especially after realizing what the alpha was trying to do: distract her from the pain.

“Alright then,” Galinda replied, her energy apparently renewed. “I’ll start.”

The omega raised a suspicious eyebrow but said nothing.

Galinda smiled in a way that mixed amusement and mischief while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “You know,” she began, with that theatrical gleam in her eyes, “sometimes I just can’t stand that funeral silence at dinners and formal balls. Everyone stuck in protocol, in rehearsed smiles and predictable conversations…” She paused, looking at the omega as if about to reveal a big secret.

“So what do you do then?” the younger asked, incredibly curious.

“Well, I lie… I mean, not really, stop looking at me like that,” Galinda laughed, looking away. “I make up stories about myself. Totally absurd things, you know? Like, at the last ball in Gillikin, I said I was invited to be a consultant at a palace in Ev… Evendell or something like that. Not that I have any idea where Evendell is, or if it even exists, but the name has a certain charm.” She laughed, a light, almost conspiratorial laugh.

The shock at the lightness of the admission made the omega laugh vehemently in her place, the pain somewhat forgotten.

“I’m serious.” Galinda slightly turned her body to look at the younger one, uncrossing her arms. She rested her head against the wall and continued: “I watch the reactions, who believes it, who doubts it… It’s like a game. Because, after all, if I’m going to be stuck in that dullness, it might as well be fun, right? And the best part is that when someone questions me, I just smile more and walk away.” She gave one of those genuine smiles, half provocative, half satisfied.

“Good to know I live with a liar,” Elphaba scolded, laughing.

“I already told you it’s not really like that,” Galinda replied with an eye roll and a smile that betrayed her fake indignation.

Their eyes met again, laughter still present. They stayed like that for a few seconds before the smiles completely faded and their gazes drifted apart.

Galinda was looking at Elphaba’s mouth, and she herself would have noticed it if she weren’t staring at the alpha’s mouth.

Only a few seconds really passed amid all that tension, but to them it felt like hours. Suddenly, the blonde took a deep breath and raised her eyes to meet Elphie’s.

The alpha was completely disturbed. Blushed cheeks, chest rising and falling rapidly, mouth slightly open, and the look on her face was pure agitation.

Elphaba was the one to look away this time, needing to snap out of the daze she had fallen into when realizing how much the heat was affecting not only her but Galinda too.

The omega knew how it worked. A well-trained alpha, like Galinda, for example, would know how to control physical impulses but wouldn’t be able to stop their body from reacting to the presence of an omega in heat. It was basic biology.

She could feel how the alpha beside her was on the edge. The caramel note growing more intense, clouding her thoughts and keeping Elphaba from thinking straight.

Her head was a mess, slight pangs still making her want to die, but the persistent desire in her lower belly, together with the alpha’s presence, was driving her crazy.

And perhaps because of that, Elphaba was beginning to lose herself.

The younger closed her eyes and leaned her head against the wall, praying her thoughts would reorganize, but it didn’t work very well.

She thought about how Galinda’s mouth would feel pressed against hers, how those slender fingers would be all over her body, what it would be like to have her body against hers. Elphaba wondered if that raw dominance she had seen during the FEMA class was also used in bed, if all of Galinda’s arrogance was also a guarantee of her performance.

Oz, now she really needed a distraction…

The omega still felt the needy look from the alpha as she took a deep breath and tried to organize her thoughts.

When she managed, she laughed quietly to herself, thinking about what she could tell.

“I think it’s time to confess something… although, honestly, you’ve probably already figured it out,” she said, the corner of her mouth lifting in a half-smile.

Galinda frowned, curious despite the whole complicated scene and with her attention fully focused on Elphaba.

“What?” she asked, her voice still affected.

“I used to deliberately use complex words in our arguments,” she confessed, trying to hold back a laugh.

“What do you mean?” the alpha tilted her head, desire obvious on her face giving way to a look of indignation and amusement.

“When you started getting really annoying, which was always,” Galinda rolled her eyes. “I’d say words like ‘tautological’ or ‘epistemological’ just to interrupt your train of thought. It worked like magic,” she explained, expression full of contained mischief. “I chose words I knew you wouldn’t recognize right away. Then you’d stop, try to understand, and in that pause, I’d get time to think of a better response. Sometimes I even made up completely fake expressions, but with a convincing pronunciation.”

Elphaba saw Galinda step away from the wall, eyes wide, looking completely outraged.

“Wait… so ‘hyperborean paradox’ never existed?”

“No, Galinda,” the omega replied, smiling like someone who’d just confessed a minor but delightful crime. “I made it up on the spot. I thought it sounded academic enough for you to feel momentarily… um, out of place.”

“I spent three days trying to figure out what that meant!” the alpha scoffed, making a dramatic pout and leaning back against the wall.

“And it was wonderful while it lasted,” the younger concluded, letting out a low laugh. “I admit sometimes I just wanted to see your face trying to hide that you didn’t know.”

Galinda shook her head, laughing but pointing an accusing finger.

“You terrible mean thing.”

The laughter slowly died down like a campfire fading to embers, leaving only the muffled sound of their breathing and the shared warmth in the small space between them.

Elphaba felt the weight of the heat manifesting more subtly — it wasn’t that sharp, unbearable pain, but a slow, lazy tiredness that seeped into her bones. Without much thought, she allowed herself to lean to the side until her head rested on Galinda’s shoulder. The soft fabric of her blouse contrasted with the firm outline of her body, and the scent was intoxicating. Now closer, it seemed to spread inside her, filling lungs and thoughts, sweet and warm.

The touch was simple, almost innocent, but it made the air around them shift.

Galinda tensed, body rigid as if unsure whether to move or not. But she didn’t pull away. Her scent intensified, becoming warmer, denser, and this time the omega couldn’t hold back the urge and leaned in more, hiding her face in the older one’s neck.

Elphaba felt a subtle, almost wicked pleasure in realizing how much she was affecting the alpha when she understood why her scent had increased.

She was in pain, tired, and damn horny, who could blame her?

The low pang in her belly reminded her this was heat, that her body was asking for more than that warm shoulder and that tempting scent. Another part, the most dangerous, just wanted to stay there, absorbing everything, feeling how much she disturbed the alpha and how much that gave her a strange satisfaction.

A yawn escaped before she could stop it. The sound seemed to break the trance they were both in. Galinda took a deep breath and spoke softly, but with that natural authority that seemed born with her.

“You should get comfortable in bed, Elphie. You’ll end up sleeping like this and then complain that I left your neck sore, since you always complain about me.” She rolled her eyes, trying to make a joke, but still very affected.

Elphaba murmured a sound that could have been agreement and moved away. Galinda got up, and the immediate distance between their bodies was almost painful. The cold air felt like an affront, and the absence of the scent so close made her chest tighten slightly.

She moved to lie down, pulling the covers over her when she saw Galinda take an uncertain step back, not knowing quite what to do.

“Stay,” she asked, almost before censoring herself. “At least until I fall asleep.”

The alpha hesitated, and Elphie didn’t need to look to know. She felt it, as if the pause had weight in the air, but then came the soft sound of the mattress giving way as Galinda lay down facing her, so close that the heat of their breaths met in the space between them.

“Now sleep, you need to be rested to endure the heat,” Galinda said, low voice, almost a whisper.

And Elphaba Thropp closed her eyes, trying to ignore that even on the edge of sleep, her whole body was painfully aware of the alpha’s presence.

Notes:

the original nicknames from the book really get me, so why not add them here?
tell me what you think

Chapter 5: Nestling

Summary:

“Who would have thought that going through heat with an alpha was actually better than going through it alone…”

 

Elphaba Thropp woke with an almost unprecedented tranquility.

For the first time in a long while, her sleep had not been interrupted by her usual nightmares. But the peace didn’t last. Something was different that morning—a warmth spreading through her body, slow and insistent. Not the scorching fire of heat, but enough to make her breathing heavier. It took only a few seconds to understand why.

Galinda was pressed against her.

The alpha held her as if she had every right to, her nose buried in Elphaba’s neck, warm breath sending shivers up to the roots of the younger one’s hair. A pale, firm arm was locked around her waist, while a delicate hand pinned both of hers against the older girl’s stomach, a silent gesture of possession. There was no escape.

Elphaba hated to admit it, but she liked the sensation. The warmth, the security, the firmness… it stirred something too deep inside her, something she didn’t want to acknowledge. But her chest tightened with the cruel reminder: it was only heat. Not feelings. Not love. No one would ever truly love her, and that was something Thropp had long since learned to endure.

Carefully, she tried to free herself. She moved her fingers slowly, as if the mere sliding of skin would be enough not to wake the older girl. But the instant she began to slip away, the alpha’s arm tightened even more around her waist. A sleepy murmur escaped:

“No…”

The taller one shuddered. The sound was low, husky, possessive, setting her spine aflame. The internal struggle began: the desire to lose herself in that embrace against the need to keep control. Heat throbbed in her lower belly, pulsing in rising waves, as if every second there made the world blurrier. She took a deep breath, summoning strength against the instinctive vertigo, and murmured:

“Galinda, we need to get up.”

“We don’t need to…” came the slurred reply, heavy with exhaustion and possessiveness. Galinda pulled her closer still, as if the simple request were an offense.

The aches of pre-heat, which had burned through her back and spine the night before, had receded in the alpha’s presence. Only a dull discomfort remained—but in exchange, the emptiness in her belly grew sharper, hungrier. Desire swelled like sweet poison, corroding reason. Feeling the warm, firm body pressed against her, the breath on her skin—and those hands holding hers with absurd ease—sent her mind spinning in dangerous spirals, imagining other scenarios where she might be trapped.

The more she tried to push the thoughts away, the more they seeped in.

The omega insisted, her voice firm to keep temptation from spilling through:

“Galinda.”

The tone broke through the blonde’s resistance. Reluctantly, the arm loosened, releasing her hands slowly, as if their skin were reluctant to part. The unhurried movement didn’t go unnoticed.

The older girl watched her with eyes still heavy from sleep, yet sharp, as though studying every inch. There was something instinctive in that gaze—assessing, marking.

“Good morning, Elphie. How are you feeling?”

Elphaba drew a deep breath, trying to hide the knot in her throat, and answered with dry irony:

“The pain has definitely lessened. In fact, you were useful for something after all.”

The blonde lifted her chin with satisfied arrogance, tossing her hair over her shoulder as if she’d just been praised. The gesture made the taller one let out a short laugh before continuing:

“I’ll take advantage while the pain isn’t worse and leave the university for a while. I need to buy a few things… build a nest. I didn’t expect my heat to come now, so I don’t have anything useful with me.”

The older girl’s eyes lit up immediately, as if those words were a gift.

“That’s perfect! We’ll go right after breakfast, and then we can have lunch out as well,” she said brightly, getting up from the younger girl’s bed. “Honestly, I can’t stand the meals here anymore. Someone should tell Madame Morrible no one can perform well eating the same thing every single day. What does she think we are? Dogs? Honestly.”

As valid as the complaint was, the taller one wasn’t listening. Her mind was still caught on something else.

“You… want to come along?” she asked as she rose, her chest heavy with the new distance between herself and the alpha, the ache in her ribs gradually returning.

“But of course. Now that we’re friends, I owe you a shopping day for all those… well, you know, past disagreements,” came the playful voice from the bathroom. “Besides, someone has to make sure you don’t faint on the way, right?”

The omega was about to answer with something sarcastic about not needing a babysitter, but then her eyes caught the blonde’s reflection in the bathroom mirror, her back turned, and something stilled her. For minutes, she only watched.

The blonde adjusted the collar of her blouse, fingers carefully brushing the buttons before sweeping her hair back. Every movement seemed so natural that Thropp couldn’t look away, just as it had happened all the other times. She stood there, absorbing the roll of shoulders, the slight arch of her neck, the sleepy blink of bright eyes.

She breathed deeply, her body reacting automatically. Every exposed inch of skin, every confident gesture sent shivers crawling up her throat and chest. Heat swelled in her lower belly, a sharp tingling accompanying each movement. The touch in the reflection felt almost real, as if the older girl’s arm had grazed her. Her breath grew shallow, every inhale edged with a shiver climbing her chest.

She didn’t notice how long she stood there. Her head fogged, her focus entirely locked on the alpha before her, back turned. Each small gesture—the flick of hair, the tug of the collar—was magnified, and the sensation of heat pulsed, insistent and nearly uncontrollable.

The silence caught the older one’s attention. She blinked at Elphaba through the mirror, raising a brow arrogantly:

“Don’t stare, Elphie. It makes it seem as though you’re not used to my usual beauty.”

The younger one laughed, low and automatic, unable to look away. The blonde laughed too, and the sound rippled through the room, making Elphaba shudder again, nearly against her will. Every small laugh, every gesture turned up the heat, tightening her chest and unsettling her lower belly.

Her body begged for motion, her mind begged for control. Yet her eyes remained glued to the mirror, following the movements, the rhythm, the ease with which the alpha filled the space. For minutes, every detail was absorbed, every reflection recorded, while her body reacted intensely, inexplicably.

While the first day of pre-heat was always painful, Elphaba was discovering that the second day could be far hotter in the presence of an alpha.

She blinked, fighting back the thoughts that surged and receded.

Galinda on top of her.

Galinda pinning her to the bed.

Her hands roaming her body.

“This has to stop…” the omega thought.

At last, she pulled herself away with a natural stretch of her muscles, a sideways step, a deep inhale. But the heat, the restlessness, the tingling in her lower belly persisted, as though nothing could erase the effect of the blonde’s reflection.

As they got ready, the tension lingered heavily inside Room 22, but both Elphaba and Galinda were far too busy pretending not to be affected.

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The carriage swayed gently along the pale stone-paved street, creaking lightly at every turn. It was one of the University’s carriages, decorated with golden crests and driven by a coachman who seemed to know the route with his eyes closed. The fresh morning air slipped through the open window, carrying the distant scent of freshly baked bread and wildflowers from the street stalls.

The ride wasn’t long. When the carriage slowed, Elphaba leaned forward to peer out the window, and for a moment, she almost forgot her own discomfort.

Railway Square stretched out like a beating heart, alive and colorful. Shops with ornate façades encircled the central plaza, each competing to draw more attention than the next — windows bursting with vibrant fabrics, hats adorned with feathers, and jewels sparkling under the sunlight. Hand-painted signs swayed gently in the breeze, advertising rare perfumes, imported coffees, and pastry shops whose displays were so flawless they looked like works of art.

The polished stone ground reflected a soft glow, and flowerbeds marked the edges of the sidewalks, releasing fragrances that blended with the warm aroma of spices, honey, and the faint smoke of roasted chestnuts. The soundscape was a melody of voices, footsteps, and laughter, mingled with the distant whistle of a train leaving the nearby station — the very reason for the square’s name.

Among the refined shops, small improvised stalls appeared, some discreetly adorned with symbols of the Faith of Pleasure: red ribbons intertwined with gold, small censers releasing sweet smoke, and vials of scented oils that seemed to shimmer under the light. The vendors, dressed in flowing clothes and moving with practiced allure, enticed customers with promises of sensory experiences and subtle charms.

For the omega, every detail came with doubled intensity. Sounds seemed louder, colors sharper, scents deeper. It was as though the entire place was breathing around her. The feel of her coat’s fabric against her skin was more noticeable, almost irritating. Elphaba began to breathe deeply, trying to control the confusing wave of emotions along with the throbbing in her head that threatened to worsen.

Galinda noticed. Perhaps it was the way the other’s brow furrowed, or the faint tremor in her fingers. Without saying anything, she stepped closer, placing her hand lightly — yet firmly — on the younger girl’s elbow. The warmth that spread from that point of contact made Elphaba inhale involuntarily.

“It’s all right,” Galinda murmured, in that carefree tone that always concealed more attention than it seemed. “Just breathe.”

Elphaba didn’t reply, but the touch helped.

The warmth radiating from the body beside her made her forget the thousands of other sensations; focusing on Galinda’s breathing silenced all the other noises around them.

“Who would have thought that going through heat with an alpha was actually better than going through it alone…”

As they walked, the flow of people opened and closed around them. Some alphas slowed their pace, casting overly curious glances at Elphaba or discreetly drawing in the air, catching the sweet trace her pre-heat gave away. Before anyone could get too close, Galinda intercepted them. Sometimes she deliberately placed herself between the omega and the other person, other times she reached out her arm and guided Elphaba away without even looking back.

It didn’t seem planned, but habitual. An invisible force staking territory. Elphaba, immersed in her sensory confusion, didn’t think about the reason. She only assumed Galinda didn’t want delays.

“Let’s start with things for your nest,” Galinda said, with that kind of energy that always made it seem like the idea had been hers from the beginning. “Fabrics, pillows, blankets… anything comfortable.”

And then she pulled the younger girl by the hand, as if she had done it a million times before, as if they had been great friends for years, as if she insisted on showing that her company was not available to anyone else. Elphaba tried to ignore what that action stirred in her chest, blaming the heat for the strange feelings.

With each step, the square revealed new layers: street musicians playing violins in one corner, children chasing pigeons, and the distant sound of a train cutting through the air. The scent of hot chocolate drifted out from a small pastry shop, and the windows displayed plush blankets, velvet curtains, and pillows with intricate embroidery.

The first store they entered was spacious and fragrant, with shelves full of blankets, pillows, and fabrics neatly stacked by color and texture. The wooden floor creaked softly, and the warm lighting made everything feel cozy.

Elphaba, instinctively, went straight to the simplest section: raw cotton blankets, plain pillows, and smooth fabrics. Practical things, without excess. But Galinda was quick to step in beside her, arms crossed and eyes critical.

“Elphie, this isn’t about decorating a run-down inn room… it’s about making a nest.” She picked up a thick blanket in a deep shade of green and brushed it lightly against Elphaba’s arm. “Feel this. It’s practically a hug in fabric form.”

“It’s nice, but…” the younger girl began, already feeling warmth spreading across her skin.

“But nothing.”

There was something in the way the blonde said it that silenced the omega.

As they walked past the shelves, Galinda began to recount, nostalgic and animated:

“When I was a child, I loved watching my mother build her nest. It was always so beautiful, so… alive. She used light-colored fabrics, soft pillows, so many flowers.” She smiled as she picked up a lacy pillowcase. “She used to say it helped with heat, that it was calming. And I… well, of course, I didn’t understand anything about that at the time. I just wanted one too because it was so pretty.”

The taller girl raised an eyebrow, curious, while chuckling softly.

“And did you?”

“Of course, my dear.” She answered with that arrogant air, but with a laugh that almost sounded childish. “After much insistence, she finally let me make a nest next to hers. I stole every pillow in the house and filled it with ribbons and flowers. Slept in it for three nights before the servants kicked me out.”

The image made Elphaba smile without realizing it. Something tightened inside her — a soft, warm feeling she couldn’t name, but that was the same as the one she had felt earlier that day, staring at the blonde through the mirror.

She chose to ignore it.

As they picked out pillows, cushions, and curtains, they talked about trivial things: professors who talked too much, students who seemed to live in the dining hall, a pair of absurdly ugly boots they had seen in another shop’s window. Their laughter echoed light, almost too intimate.

As time went on, Elphaba realized her own choices were changing. At first, she picked only what was functional. But slowly, her hand began to seek softer textures, colors that pleased her, details she never would have considered before. It was as if her omega, until now restrained, began to whisper that she deserved comfort and beauty.

They then entered a small handmade blanket shop, where an older woman with a sweet smile and sharp eyes greeted them.

“Oh, how lovely to see such a beautiful couple come in here,” she said naturally, as if it were obvious.

The omega froze, feeling heat rush up her neck to her face. Her eyebrows arched, and she instantly glanced up and down at the alpha beside her: the perfect image, with flawless fair skin, hair immaculately arranged, a dress that looked as though it had never been worn before, and her right arm linked with hers.

They would never look like a couple.

(And that thought weighed heavily in Elphaba’s chest.)

“We’re not a couple,” the omega snapped, too sharp and too quick.

She pulled her arm free from Galinda’s, catching the flicker of confusion that crossed the alpha’s face. The blonde tilted her head slightly, gaze shifting toward the shopkeeper who now looked embarrassed.

“We’re looking for items to build a nest, ma’am,” Galinda said, her polished smile never faltering.

“Oh… of course, my apologies. Please, come with me,” the woman replied, bowing her head slightly before leading the way.

Before Elphaba could follow, still tasting the bitterness threatening to spread through her body, she felt a hand gently close around her wrist—and the warmth of Galinda’s body pressed behind her.

There wasn’t much space between the shelves of the small shop, so the heat radiating from their closeness was overwhelming.

Elphaba bit down hard on her lip, suppressing the urge to whimper. The firm hold on her wrist once again dulled the aches coursing through her body, even as it stoked the pulsing between her thighs.

It clearly wasn’t intentional. Elphaba realized that the moment she heard Galinda’s hushed, worried voice at her ear.

“Are you all right? You went pale all of a sudden.”

The taller woman turned her head slightly to answer—and regretted it instantly.

Galinda’s mouth was far too close, impossibly kissable at such a short distance. The small difference in height forced Elphaba to tilt her head back, and that was when she noticed how wide the blonde’s pupils had become.

“I’m fine. It’s just the pre-heat. Don’t worry, my dear,” she murmured, her throat tightening as she remembered why she had felt that pang of sadness in the first place.

Turning quickly, Elphaba slipped free of Galinda’s gentle grip and walked toward the shopkeeper, ignoring the heat coursing through her and ignoring too the way Galinda’s eyes had flicked down to her mouth—or at least what she swore she had seen.

The rest of the afternoon carried a surprisingly light tone (aside from the moments when Galinda leaned too close—being such a touchable person by nature—and Elphaba felt her entire body threaten to combust). She knew part of that lightness came from the heat itself, from sharpened senses, from the way the world felt more alive and immediate. Still, it didn’t erase the fact that she felt… good. She rarely allowed herself this kind of enjoyment. It was new, almost uncomfortable, to feel accompanied by someone who seemed to care—and who turned the mundane act of browsing through shops into a constant stream of remarks, teasing, and shared laughter.

When they returned to the dormitory in the early evening, Galinda went straight into the bathroom, humming a tune as she shut the door. Left alone, Elphaba began unpacking what they had bought. She separated sheets, blankets, and small pillows, carrying everything over to her own bed.

It was instinctive, almost automatic. As she arranged the pieces, memories stirred—stories and lessons from Nanny, the woman who had helped raise her and Nessarose. Nanny always said a well-made nest protected more than just the body: it calmed the mind, held warmth, and warded off the raw vulnerability that heat brought. It was like preparing a quiet fortress to weather the storm.

With each layer of fabric she placed, the scent of the new items mingled with her own, saturating the air. Desire lingered there too, like a low, steady whisper under her skin—but the need to curl inwards, to nest, was stronger, guiding her hands.

The sound of the bathroom door opening pulled her from her work. Galinda stepped out wrapped in a haze of steam, hair still dripping and skin flushed pink from the heat. She looked satisfied, almost glowing, but her eyes immediately caught on the carefully arranged pile on Elphaba’s bed—blankets, pillows, and a pattern only instinct could fully explain.

“I’ll go fetch dinner for us,” Galinda said, as though the role had always been hers. “While I’m gone, you take a bath. That way, when I return, all you’ll need to do is eat and rest.”

The alpha was already reaching for her coat before Elphaba could protest. The door closed softly, leaving the room bathed in a comfortable calm.

Her bath was quick, more out of duty than pleasure. When she returned, the nest seemed to call to her—the mingling scents now thick in the air, forming a barrier that felt protective, grounding. She settled into it, adjusting the edge of a blanket the way Nanny had taught her years ago, layering them into warm little alcoves.

Galinda soon returned, carrying a tray with soup, bread, and a plate of fruit. She set it on the desk, then dragged a chair to the edge of Elphaba’s bed.

“Sit up properly and eat,” she said in a tone of practical instruction rather than command.

Dinner passed quietly but pleasantly. They spoke little, but what they shared was light: the strangest shop windows they’d seen that afternoon, the ridiculous orange hat Galinda had tried on just to make Elphaba laugh.

When they finished, Galinda gathered the tray and stood, hesitating as though uncertain what came next.

The omega, still nestled in her bed, glanced at the older girl’s empty mattress. The night was colder than usual. Elphaba remembered past heats—lonely nights of relentless pain—and compared them to the night before: calm, wrapped in the natural warmth of the alpha now standing before her. That memory alone was enough to convince her. But when she thought of Galinda spending the night apart, the sharp ache that flared in her chest pushed her into a reckless impulse.

“You can stay here.”

Galinda blinked, brows rising. “In… in your nest?”

“It’s not a formal invitation, don’t make a big deal out of it,” Elphaba said quickly, averting her gaze, suddenly shy. “It’ll just be warmer. And… less annoying than listening to you toss and turn all night.”

The alpha laughed softly, as if she’d just been handed an unexpected gift. Without fuss, Galinda removed her coat and settled at the edge of the nest, careful to respect the space. But her warmth was undeniable, and little by little, the distance closed—by pure logic of heat, if nothing else. The scent of alpha, mixed with lingering steam and faint soap, drifted into the air.

Elphaba’s body reacted before she could stop it—sharp pangs returning low in her belly, desire curling under her skin, insistent, almost unbearable. She shut her eyes, breathing deeply, trying to focus on the comfort rather than the hunger growing inside her.

Galinda wasn’t untouched either. Her breathing slowed, deepened, as though Elphaba’s scent had carved a direct path to her instincts.

Neither of them spoke. They just stayed there, sharing warmth in silence—as if this fragile truce could last longer than the night.

Notes:

this chapter is actually calmer because I honestly always think there's a lack of a redemption arc (especially for galinda) before all the obscenities
because yes, the next chapters will only have this so prepare

besides, tell me what you think

Chapter 6: Fire

Summary:

“You know this pain isn’t going to stop until… well, you know.” Galinda stated, her voice low and husky, though she didn’t seem fully aware of it.

When Elphaba thought her situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, the alpha behind her leaned close to her ear and pleaded, voice thick with restraint: “Let me help you. Please.”

Notes:

okay, almost 6 thousand words of pure obscenity

Elphaba woke up with her breath caught in her throat.

The air came in short, rapid bursts, as if her lungs refused to expand. Every cell ached, every nerve felt aflame. Sweat glued the sheets to her green skin, the heat came from within, wild, as though she might ignite entirely.

The nest, once a refuge, had become unbearable. The fabric, soaked with her own scent, offered no comfort — it was constant torture, a pungent reminder of the void throbbing between her legs. Her belly contracted in deep cramps, and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth from biting her lip so hard just to keep from moaning.

Heat had, in fact, arrived.

And it was worse because she wasn’t alone this time.

The dimness of the room felt alive, thick with pheromones. The air was too heavy, too charged, saturated with herself — and something else. Sweet. Warm. Almost molten. The scent of vanilla and caramel mixed with her own, flooding every breath until it made her dizzy.

Galinda.

The awareness of her was absolute. Even with her eyes closed, Elphaba felt the alpha — the nearness of her warmth, the rhythm of her short breaths, the way the mattress dipped under her delicate weight. Every sigh Galinda released was like a whisper against her skin, every note of that sweetened aroma struck her like a blow. Her body recognized hers, desired hers, and the omega hated not having the strength to refuse.

She tried to move, to find a less cruel position, but the gesture tore a ragged moan from her throat, uncontrollable. The sound split the air — and apparently, it was enough.

Galinda stirred. Her blue eyes, still hazy from sleep, fixed on her in seconds. And there was nothing sleepy in them. Only hunger.

Instinctive, raw, almost feral.

The alpha’s scent intensified immediately, flooding the space like an invisible wave. Vanilla and caramel, too sweet, too dense. The room became suffocating, as though there was no oxygen left — only that hot aroma, layered and tangled, impossible to ignore.

“Elphie.” Her voice came out low, husky, laced with something dangerous, but also tinged with concern.

Elphaba gripped the sheets tightly, trying to curl into herself. Her feverish body begged for the closeness instinct demanded, but her mind resisted, stubborn as ever. Every breath came in short gasps, as though the air itself tasted of Galinda.

The blonde pushed herself up, propped on her elbow. The flush in her cheeks, the heaving chest, the tense muscles — everything about her radiated desire, and the younger one felt every detail with painful clarity. Heat made her hyperaware, and it was torture to feel the alpha so close and not give in.

“Are you in pain?”

“Cramps.” The word came out clipped, though her voice trembled.

The silence that followed was almost solid. Galinda averted her gaze for a moment, biting her lip as if trying to hold herself back. But when she looked at Elphaba again, there was something new in her eyes: hunger still burned, but there was care, too.

Something snapped inside the alpha, pulling her out of her daze.

“My mother…” she murmured, almost to herself. “She had awful heats. Strong pain. When I was a child, I used to massage her back. It helped ease it.”

Elphaba blinked, surprised by the intimate confession in the middle of such a suffocating atmosphere.

“If you let me, I can help you too,” the blonde offered softly.

In the state the omega was in, she would accept anything that promised to ease the pain, so she only nodded.

Galinda shifted closer and settled behind Elphaba’s body. The mattress sank deeper under her weight, her body heat invading every inch of space. When her warm hands touched Elphaba’s shoulders, the omega shuddered violently. Her body arched, fevered, and the alpha’s scent, so close, seemed to envelop her entirely.

The firm yet gentle touch made her hold her breath. The alpha’s hands slid slowly to the base of her neck, pressing in slow circles. At first, Elphaba wanted to recoil, too proud to allow such closeness. But the pain spoke louder — and with it, a shiver that ran down her entire spine, leaving her vulnerable, surrendered.

“Breathe,” Galinda murmured, her voice deep and husky with sleep, yet tinged with a control that seemed ready to snap. “It will ease. Trust me.”

Galinda was behind her, her small yet firm hands pressing specific points on her shoulders — slow, circular movements, almost rhythmic. At first, the massage truly brought some relief; the cruel pain in her belly ebbed slightly, and the muscle tension eased. But as the fingers slid deeper, as the palms lingered too long against her skin, another sensation rose, just as voracious as the pain.

Elphaba bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that almost slipped out, and shut her eyes. The pheromones mingled in the air — dense, sweet, intoxicating — making it impossible to ignore how the alpha’s body trembled behind her, how her breath came short, almost panting.

“You’re… trembling,” Elphaba whispered, unable to hide the surprise in her voice.

Galinda let out a low laugh, humorless, as she rested her forehead lazily against the omega’s shoulder.

“I’m just trying to be a decent alpha. Don’t make my situation harder.”

Elphaba’s heart raced faster, not only at the confession but at the way it was spoken: honest, raw, almost painful. She wanted to believe it, wanted to cling to that promise — but fear still throbbed within her.

The desire she felt seemed to grow with every second, the alpha’s scent clouding her senses, scattering any coherent thought.

She wanted to give in, wanted to turn her body toward the blonde and beg her to see the heat through with her — but she couldn’t. She had never dreamed up fantasies about her first time, never cared for such things, but she also hadn’t expected it to be influenced by her heat. Nor had she expected it to be with someone she’d despised until only a few days ago.

Beyond all that, there was still the fear of ruining the promising friendship they were trying to build.

Oz, she was so lost.

“You know this pain isn’t going to stop until… well, you know.” Galinda stated, her voice low and husky, though she didn’t seem fully aware of it.

When Elphaba thought her situation couldn’t possibly get any worse, the alpha behind her leaned close to her ear and pleaded, voice thick with restraint: “Let me help you. Please.”

The omega had to bite down hard to keep the soft moan from escaping.

Galinda was so affected it was almost painful to witness.

“I can take care of myself.” the omega snapped, the harshness slipping out before she could stop it.

Right against her ear, Galinda let out a low growl, impatient, while her fingers pressed unintentionally harder against a specific spot.

“I know you can, Elphie, but we both know there’s a less painful way. Let me do this.”

“I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You’re not asking me for anything. I, as a good alpha and an even better friend, am offering.” the blonde argued, her tone a mix of sensuality and the smooth persuasiveness that always came so easily to her.

Sure. Friends…

Ignoring the bitter taste in her mouth, the omega gave a dry little laugh and teased: “Since when do friends go through heats together?”

“Since one of them was forced into heat because of the other— and has been driving them insane ever since.” the alpha shot back, direct and unwavering. “I’m serious, Elphaba. This all started because of me. Let me go through it with you. If at any moment I do something that makes you uncomfortable, or anything at all, just tell me and I’ll stop immediately—no questions asked.” The alpha’s voice carried something close to desperation.

Elphaba’s heart hammered, not just because of the utterly sensual proposal, but also because of the concern and care laced in every word. If she believed Galinda wasn’t fit to be the kind of alpha one would want for a first time, every minute that passed the older girl proved her wrong.

Dangerous.

But there was still a thought hammering inside her head. Galinda was only proposing this because she felt guilty about Elphaba’s condition—which wasn’t entirely untrue—because she thought she owed her and had to pay it back now that they were friends.

Because that’s what they were. Friends. Newly made friends, even.

They never would have ended up in that position if not for Elphaba’s heat clouding both their minds. Galinda would never look at her with that kind of hunger without the flood of pheromones saturating the air.

The realization cut cruelly.

All at once, Galinda’s massages stopped working, and Elphaba had to clutch her own stomach as a stabbing pain tore through her lower belly.

Her whole body felt like it was going to implode.

Through the haze of agony, she could faintly hear Galinda saying something, sounding desperately worried, but the omega couldn’t process the words—too consumed by the sudden spike of pain.

Elphaba forced a deep breath and shut her eyes. The alpha’s scent was everywhere now, stronger, hotter, wrapping around her like a silent promise. The thought of giving in, of yielding to the blonde’s dominance, pressed at her mind again and again, and she tried to filter it, to decide if those thoughts were truly her own or just warped by the heat.

She was less surprised than she thought she would be when she realized her heat hadn’t fully stolen her rationality.

The older girl wasn’t a bad alpha. On the contrary—the care and attentiveness she had shown these past days only proved it more and more.

Elphaba wanted, desperately, to feel Galinda’s body against hers, and she knew that wasn’t only because of her heat.

“Should I open the balcony door? The breeze might help.” the older one offered, visibly worried.

When she was almost standing to leave Elphaba’s bed, the omega hesitated, her body trembling, and grabbed the alpha’s arm with surprising strength. Her voice broke, raw with vulnerability: “Make it stop… please.”

Galinda settled back behind her, hands resting uncertainly on Elphaba’s shoulders as if she wasn’t sure what to do with them. The scent in the room thickened, heavy and impossible to escape.

This time, the omega couldn’t hold back— a soft moan slipped from her throat as she tilted her head, baring her neck to the alpha behind her.

“Are you sure about this, Elphie?”

“I am,” she answered, her voice shaky and thick with need, betraying the anxiety the heat had carved into her body.

The beginning was far too slow for Elphaba’s taste, who was restless, consumed by desire and the throbbing ache low in her belly. Galinda, now holding the omega’s waist firmly, began to scatter kisses along Elphaba’s neck, biting here and there, then soothing the marks with her tongue. The gesture was almost playful, yet at the same time gentle, as if she were apologizing for every intense touch.

The younger woman couldn’t contain her impatience. The heat and pressure in her lower belly reminded her constantly of her need, and she let her body lean even more heavily into the blonde, hips drawing closer, pressing every inch of her skin against the alpha. The sweet, heady scent of Galinda’s natural caramel enveloped her, clouding her mind and exciting her even more.

As she pressed closer, the omega noticed something.

Galinda was hard as stone against her.

That was when a low, rough, almost possessive growl echoed near her ear. The omega felt her whole body tremble. Every muscle of Galinda’s body pressed against hers, every firm and deliberate touch, made Elphaba surrender further to both the pleasure and the despair of her heat.

She arched her back slightly, trying to ease the pressure, but couldn’t pull away. The smaller girl’s firm grip on her waist held her in place, the kisses on her neck sending waves of heat up her spine. Her body burned, and every movement — even the slow ones — seemed to amplify all the sensations building inside her.

The entire room seemed to pulse with the heat of their bodies, the ragged breaths, their sweet and overwhelming scents mingling in the air. Elphaba wanted more, needed more, and the tension between them became almost tangible, ready to explode.

This time, the omega finally gave in to her own wants, moaning softly as she rested the back of her head on Galinda’s shoulder, feeling the alpha’s body press even harder against hers. That seemed to be the trigger for the blonde, who let out a deep sigh before — finally — moving.

Galinda gave Elphaba’s waist one last squeeze before slipping her hands under the thin blouse she wore. Her left hand gripped the omega’s thigh, exploring every curve with firm intent, while her right hand slid down the front of her stomach, pressing her even closer against herself. The rigid line of Galinda’s body pressed into Elphaba’s back made the younger one gasp, utterly undone by the sensation.

Galinda’s left hand began to move with more urgency, squeezing, scratching, and teasing every inch of Elphaba’s thigh it could reach, slowly inching closer to her most sensitive place.

“If you ask nicely, Elphie, I might give you what you want,” Galinda teased, her voice hoarse, laced with mischief.

Elphaba let out a small, impatient laugh. “Stupid alpha…”

Unstopped, she grabbed Galinda’s left hand and guided it to where she needed it most, moaning loudly as soon as she felt the touch. Her panties were already soaked, and the alpha noticed immediately; the smug smile vanished and the blonde gasped, clearly impressed.

“Fuck… you’re soaked,” the blonde scolded, her voice heavy with desire as she trailed messy kisses down Elphaba’s neck.

In the month they’d lived together, the omega had never once heard the smaller girl curse, and right then, she found herself wondering if it was normal to feel so aroused by a single profanity.

The alpha’s boldness made it clear to Elphaba that she was ready to take control of what happened next — but once again, Galinda surprised her. Without warning, her fingers began to explore Elphaba’s slit with precision, curiosity, and firm pressure, gliding easily over the wetness that seeped through the ruined fabric.

Not knowing how else to react, the taller girl clutched at the blonde’s forearm, feeling every deliberate motion of the alpha’s fingers. And then, without any warning, Galinda slipped past the barrier of Elphaba’s ruined panties and touched her directly, sliding along her folds.

The omega twisted in her arms, trying to stifle the obvious moan that threatened to escape.

Which only made things worse.

First, because the pressure Galinda’s fingers applied to her clit was even greater.

Second, because in her movement she had shamelessly rubbed against Galinda’s painfully hard cock.

That drew another growl from the alpha, before she breathed deeply against Elphaba’s neck and said:

“Tell me if you want me to stop, okay?”

Still writhing, lost in pain, desire, and pleasure, Elphaba shut her eyes and only managed a shaky nod, leaning against the blonde’s shoulder.

“Words, Elphie,” the alpha ordered.

The omega rolled her eyes in sheer bliss, scratching lightly at Galinda’s forearm, and answered in a broken, needy voice:

“You’ll be the first to know, Galinda.”

And then the blonde’s right hand slid up to Elphaba’s green throat at the same time her ring finger pushed inside her — and the dual sensation was devastating.

The omega arched again, feeling Galinda’s legs instinctively lock around hers, keeping her pinned, surrendered, vulnerable.

The alpha set a slow, deliberate rhythm, each thrust deeper, each movement pulling a writhing response from Elphaba. The alpha’s breath was hot and ragged against her ear, her right hand tightening around her throat with every push, while her rigid length stayed pressed firmly against the taller girl’s back.

The room was flooded with the scent of caramel and vanilla, heavy and suffocating in its intensity. Every touch, every thrust, every breath pulled Elphaba deeper into the storm of sensation, completely consumed by Galinda’s body and desire.

The heat, the urgency, the pleasure, the tension between them grew sharper with each second, and even as her head spun with bliss, the faint ache and desperation of her heat still burned underneath, reminding Elphaba that her body would not be satisfied with kisses and caresses alone. Turning her face toward Galinda, eyes still closed, she murmured in a trembling, desperate voice:

“I need more…”

But nothing happened right away.

Elphaba’s eyes opened then, and she saw.

Galinda was staring at her intently, mouth parted, breathing hard, her skin flushed, her hair messy in strands that stuck to her forehead and neck. Every detail seemed to stoke the fire inside her even higher. The closeness, the uneven breathing, the lingering heat, the slow movement of Galinda’s fingers, the scarce oxygen in her lungs — all of it stripped away the last rational corner of Elphaba’s mind, leaving only raw desire and need.

Those were all the excuses she used the next morning to justify why she had decided, in that moment, to stretch forward and bite down on Galinda’s jaw.

Simply because she wanted to.

At least, it worked.

Galinda, still not fully reacting, finally lifted her gaze — and holy Oz… Elphaba had never seen the blonde so breathtakingly beautiful. Galinda’s blue eyes were almost entirely swallowed by her dilated pupils, her cheeks flushed, her skin gleaming with sweat, and her hair — usually flawless — now messy and wild, giving the alpha a savage beauty that left Elphaba breathless.

Seeing that the blonde had apparently broken out of her own trance, the taller girl repeated her request, the cramps threatening to return with force.

This time, there was no doubt that Galinda had heard.

The alpha cast one last glance at Elphaba’s mouth, licking her own lips provocatively, before sliding two more fingers inside the omega’s body. The new stretch made the younger one want to scream, but the sound died in her throat as Galinda tightened her grip on her neck again, forcing her to rest her head on her shoulder once more. Elphaba’s body shook from the intensity, each tug deep in her belly pulling her closer to the edge, the spasms ready to begin.

But Galinda, as always, surprised her. She rested her forehead against Elphaba’s shoulder and rubbed lightly against her back — the touch almost painfully intimate. Her voice, hoarse and dripping with desire, sounded near Elphaba’s ear:

“If you’re already squeezing my fingers like this… I can’t wait to see what you’ll do when I’m buried fully inside you.”

Those words were the final spark.

Elphaba’s body gave in completely, climaxing with a muted moan that tore through her throat. She clawed harshly at Galinda’s nape and forearm, feeling the alpha’s hands holding her firmly but still leaving her the space she needed to let go. The three fingers still inside her amplified every sensation, every tremor running through her body.

Sensing the omega’s climax, Galinda eased the pressure on her throat and slowly withdrew her fingers, letting Elphaba come down gently, her eyes still shut, her breath ragged and broken.

She felt incredible, but still hungry. The craving remained — that latent desire that couldn’t be ignored. Every muscle in Elphaba’s body burned for more, aching for the next touch. The need for more was nearly unbearable, a silent scream echoing inside her.

She opened her eyes and once again found herself staring into that expression on Galinda’s face — but this time the blonde looked less dazed, more focused, as if she had finally decided what she wanted.

“Can I kiss you?” The voice came rough, heavy with want, her gaze flicking between Elphaba’s green eyes and her lips. There was restrained urgency there, a thread of control ready to snap, and the question sounded like an intimate whisper, meant only for them.

The omega didn’t need words. The moment Galinda finished the sentence, she grabbed the collar of the blonde’s nightgown and pulled her close. The kiss was hot, desperate, full of danger and discovery, awakening every nerve in her body at once.

Galinda’s right hand slid delicately up to Elphaba’s face, caressing her skin, while the green girl kept her own hands clamped to the blonde’s shoulders and arms, clutching her like an anchor that kept her from losing herself completely. Unable to restrain herself, the taller girl bit down on Galinda’s lower lip, pulling a low, hoarse moan from the alpha — a sound that made Elphaba’s body shiver with pleasure.

Slowly, Galinda managed to take control of the kiss, dominating the intensity without breaking the rhythm. Without pulling away for even a second, the blonde guided her gently toward the bed, laying Elphaba down onto the mattress with almost religious care — though still charged with desire. The omega’s legs parted, positioning themselves around Galinda’s hips.

They stayed like that for a while, kissing with contained ferocity. Each touch, each slide of lips and hands, stoked the heat between them higher, as if they were feeding a flame that could never be put out.

Galinda’s cock pressing against Elphaba’s stomach made her moan with anticipation.

“It wasn’t enough. I need more.” Elphaba broke the kiss, her voice trembling, loaded with need, trying to expel the urgency that consumed her.

“I was counting on that, actually.” Galinda chuckled, husky and amused, pulling away just enough to strip off her nightgown and panties, freeing her full breasts and the cock straining hard.

Elphaba lost her breath. Every heartbeat echoed in her head, every inch of her body burning with desire and shock.

Even during her past heats, those she endured alone — as intense and painful as they were — she had never felt anything so overwhelming. Now, faced with Galinda’s body, with the tension and urgency radiating from her, Elphaba finally understood the desperation she’d so often heard about when people spoke of an alpha’s knot, of a mate’s mark.

When Galinda’s cock sprang free of her panties, slick with precum, a wave of comprehension and hunger swept through Elphaba. At last, she understood the ferocity of an omega’s need to surrender to their alpha — the hunger, the urgency, the need to mark and be marked.

But awareness hit quickly, cold and insistent: Galinda was not her alpha.

Lost in her thoughts, Elphaba didn’t notice right away the attentive look in Galinda’s eyes, nor the alpha’s hands sliding carefully down to the hem of her nightgown. Fingers lingered there for a moment, as if asking silent permission, before a soft voice whispered against her skin:

“Can I take this off?”

The question came gentle, almost too intimate. Elphaba’s heart raced, but she managed to breathe out a muffled “yes,” more a release than a reply.

As Galinda pulled the garment upward, revealing Elphaba’s green skin inch by inch, the omega felt heat rush to her face. When her panties were slid down and tossed aside, she had to resist the nearly desperate urge to curl up, to hide herself. The cruel thought hit immediately — how unattractive she must look, especially naked in front of Galinda, who seemed made to be admired, desired, worshiped.

But the insecurity began to dissolve the moment she dared meet the blonde’s gaze. Galinda showed no trace of judgment, no superiority. What was written plain across her face was sheer adoration. Her eyes, devouring and intense, traveled down Elphaba’s body with the weight of something reverent.

“You’re beautiful.” The words came out loaded with sincerity, almost reverent, and the omega felt the last bit of resistance inside her collapse.

The blonde bent down again, her body firm against Elphaba’s. Their breasts pressed together in hot friction, and the heavy weight of Galinda’s cock settled once more against Elphaba’s stomach, drawing an involuntary shiver from her. With both hands framing Elphaba’s face, the alpha captured her in a fierce, hungry kiss that made clear how close she herself was to losing control.

After a while of kissing, Elphaba let her lips trail quickly down to the blonde’s pale throat, kissing and sucking with urgency, while one hand ventured upward to squeeze Galinda’s breasts, feeling them respond beneath her fingers.

Galinda’s left hand naturally found Elphaba’s neck, her fingers pressing lightly against the sensitive sides, testing how far she could go. The touch drew an unexpected shudder from her.

The blonde sighed against her ear, her breath hot and uneven, before asking in a deeper tone:

“Are you sure about this, Elphie?”

Elphaba could barely respond. The subtle squeeze at her throat forced her to raise her eyes unwillingly, locked into the blazing blue staring back. The alpha looked wrecked, close to shattering under her desire — but to Elphaba, she had never seemed so vividly alive, so burning, so real.

Need blazed in her belly, the cramps of her heat throbbing almost cruelly. Her body begged for something only that alpha could give her.

The omega wrapped her arms around Galinda’s neck, arching her back to press closer, and the moan that slipped from her was so desperate it pulled an instinctive reaction from the blonde — to close the distance more, fuse herself deeper, as if she could erase any space between them.

“Galinda… please.” The words broke out almost like a sob.

The blonde pressed a chaste kiss to the curve of her neck, sweet and contradictory against the fire consuming them both. Then, with heavy breaths, she took her cock and carefully aligned it with Elphaba’s entrance.

Oz…

“All right… I’m sorry, my darling.” Galinda murmured softly, tenderly, despite the hoarse edge of desire in her voice. “Just tell me if anything hurts you.”

Elphaba bit her lip, almost laughing at the absurdity of confessing what truly hurt — the waiting.

Instead, she pulled Galinda into a desperate kiss, letting the sweet, hot taste of her tongue distract her, letting it kill, even for seconds, the unbearable hunger consuming every nerve of her body.

In the middle of the kiss, Galinda began to push her cock inside Elphaba.

The omega had to break the kiss, unable to cope with so many sensations at once. She pressed her forehead against the alpha’s shoulder above her, seeking some anchor, while her sharp nails raked across Galinda’s nape with force, leaving deep red marks. Her mouth opened, but only a strangled moan came out, heavy with mingled pain and pleasure.

Galinda was big. With each passing second she sank deeper, Elphaba felt the difference — her body yielding with difficulty, the throbbing stretch pulling short, broken gasps from her. It was almost too much, yet impossible to resist.

To distract her from the sharp pain mixing with the pleasure, Galinda scattered open-mouthed kisses all along her neck, alternating with quick, biting nips. Each bite made the taller girl’s hips tense even more, the blend of pain and arousal pushing her closer to madness.

So many overlapping, relentless sensations were driving the omega insane. Her breath came quick, chest heaving, her body trembling yet still hungry.

When Galinda finally bottomed out, a violent shudder ran through Elphaba’s body. Air fled her lungs at the same time the alpha bit hard just beneath her jawline, ripping a rough moan from her throat. The bite came with a low, guttural growl at her ear:

“So tight…”

As if she knew exactly what she was doing, Galinda didn’t move right away. She waited. Stayed still, buried to the hilt inside Elphaba, just breathing against her neck, as though possession alone was enough to soothe her hunger. She waited patiently, though it was obvious how badly she wanted to move — her body rigid, cock pulsing inside, muscles taut.

That absolute control left a bitter taste in Elphaba’s mouth.

During her time in room 22, she had never seen Galinda with a steady partner, but the whispers about her flings were constant. She had always ignored them; they had never been her concern. But now, with the haze of her heat clouding everything, with the smell of melted caramel choking her senses, with the alpha’s firm hand on her throat and her cock filling her, the only thing the needy omega inside her could think was:

How many people had Galinda already fucked?

It was a stupid thought, and Elphaba knew it. But instinct didn’t care for logic. Her inner omega, the one in season, meant to mate and breed, couldn’t help but bristle at the thought of her alpha with someone else.

Something in her scent must have betrayed those thoughts, because Galinda sighed against her neck, her forehead furrowing. She lifted her face, her blue eyes locking onto hers.

“Are you okay?”

The look of concern, combined with the sharp metallic scent that had intensified, jolted Elphaba from her daze.

Galinda was not her alpha. And she needed to remember that.

She forced her thoughts to dissipate. She pulled the alpha—who was not hers—back into a desperate, wet kiss, muffling any doubt in exchange for more heat. She broke the kiss just long enough to speak, her voice affected by pleasure, trembling:

“It’s okay… it’s just a new sensation.” It wasn’t a lie. “You can move now.”

“Thank Oz.”

And then Galinda began to move. First slow, precise, calculated, each thrust carefully gauging every response of Elphaba’s body. But soon, control broke. The force increased, and so did the speed, until their hips collided in a merciless rhythm.

The omega could feel the cock pulsing inside her, brushing against the same soft, sensitive spot that made her arch her back and bite her full lips, trying in vain to stifle the sounds that wanted to escape.

Galinda noticed. The hand that had been gripping and tugging her right breast slid upward to join the other already holding her neck. The two hands, large and yet incredibly delicate, encircled her throat, holding her firmly. Galinda’s hips didn’t stop, driving deep with enviable skill, while her gaze burned into Elphaba’s, a mix of authority and desire.

“Stop holding back. I want to hear you.” The command came in a firm alpha voice, making it clear it wasn’t a request.

Elphaba arched her back sharply, her breasts brushing Galinda’s for a moment, and in that movement discovered a new spot that the member inside her hit with devastating precision. The precise thrust, combined with the order, was enough to shatter her control. A loud moan escaped her throat, echoing through the room.

“Good girl.”

Galinda’s approval sounded like a prize, a sweet poison coursing through Elphaba’s entire body.

The alpha kissed her again as if rewarding her good behavior, slow and hungry, a kiss that carried both dominance and tenderness. Their lips parted just enough to let air back into their lungs, and in that pause, Elphaba let out a low, almost childlike whimper near the alpha’s ear.

Gradually, the tugging at her stomach returned, each wave stronger than the last. Elphaba’s body was overloaded, muscles tense yet too weak to resist. But far from being a nuisance, it was an addictive, almost forbidden sensation, and she was loving every second. Pleasure enveloped her in hot layers, dragging her deeper and deeper. She felt consumed from the inside out, and the knot forming at the base of Galinda’s cock made her clamp involuntarily around the alpha.

She was close—very close—and could tell that Galinda was too. The blonde’s body betrayed her: low, hoarse moans escaping between clenched teeth; the rhythm of her hips faltering for moments.

“Tell me how you feel, my dear.” Galinda’s voice was drawn out, lascivious, yet filled with a dangerous softness, as if offering comfort amidst possession.

Elphaba tried to organize her thoughts, tried to form something coherent, but it was like trying to hold water in her hands. Everything slipped, crumbled. Her mind was just a blur of heat, scent, and instinct. Before she could answer, Galinda released her throat and, with a firm motion, guided the omega’s legs to fit better around her waist, holding her even tighter against her.

The alpha’s hands descended to Elphaba’s narrow waist, gripping possessively, almost desperately, as if wanting to mold her into herself. The new position exposed her in a raw, devastating way, shattering all the omega’s remaining fragments of thought. The world shrank to that contact, that knot, the scorching heat consuming her.

“I… I feel so good… you’re so—” The words came broken by moans, too fragile to express what truly burned within her.

That seemed to feed Galinda’s already enormous ego.

Her scent changed immediately, spicy and suffocating, exuding pure pride. The movements became even more relentless, each thrust loaded with an almost insolent confidence, as if she knew she was the only one capable of eliciting this from Elphaba. The air felt thick, intoxicated by the alpha’s scent, and the younger woman felt herself sink further into that mix of surrender and ecstasy.

Over time, movement became more difficult due to the formation of the knot, and when Elphaba thought it couldn’t get any hotter, she felt the alpha’s hand pressing directly against her stomach and moaned louder as she realized why.

Galinda was feeling her own cock with each thrust.

Oz, Elphaba was so close.

Sensing the omega’s desperation, Galinda pressed a chaste kiss against the curve of Elphaba’s ear and whispered:

“Cum for me, my dear.”

And then Elphaba came with a loud, hoarse moan that seemed to tear through her throat. Her body arched beneath Galinda, muscles contracting uncontrollably as the knot locked inside her. She felt the alpha’s hot release streaming deep, filling every space, and it made her shudder even more, moaning as if the pleasure were unbearable.

The heat was insane, burning every part of her skin, and her heart pounded so fast it felt like it would explode. Her chest rose and fell desperately, gasping for air, and Galinda’s followed, pressed against hers. The whole room felt too small, suffocating, as if nothing else existed beyond the two of them and the bond holding them together.

For a few seconds, Elphaba’s mind went blank. No thought, no defense, no resistance. Only pleasure, only the knot throbbing inside her.

Her breathing gradually slowed, but her body still trembled. When she opened her eyes, she found the blonde’s face so close she could almost taste her breath. Galinda was exhausted, hair clinging with sweat, yet there was something in her gaze between triumph and fatigue.

And even though everything inside Elphaba screamed to hate it, to hate her, her body refused to pull away. It was too hot, too surrendered.

Galinda collapsed onto her, whispering apologies for moving her hips inadvertently. They stayed like that for a while, the omega’s arms circling the blonde’s neck while the alpha held her at the waist, both still connected by the knot and struggling to catch their breath.

“How are you feeling?” Galinda asked, still lying there, her face buried in the curve of Elphaba’s neck, as if in no hurry to leave. Her voice came muffled against the omega’s warm skin, drawn out, almost lazy, as if she had every right to remain pressed like that.

The omega took a few seconds to respond. Not because she had no answer, but because it was difficult to name what she felt. She tried to evaluate and classify the strange mixture of sensations: the heavy fatigue in her muscles, the lingering heat on her skin, and above all, the absence of the desperate void that had been consuming her since the start of her heat. For the first time since it had all begun, the taller woman didn’t feel the throbbing pain nor the unbearable need that seemed to tear her apart from within. She was satisfied, sated in a way she didn’t want to admit aloud, even if her body still shivered whenever she remembered Galinda inside her, still firm, still locked.

“I’m… sated. At least for now,” she murmured, allowing herself to adjust on the bed. Their sweat-slicked skin clung together, but there was something comforting in that closeness that irritated her with herself. To mask her surrender, she let out a faintly ironic remark:

“You even helped, after all.”

“Even helped?” Galinda raised her face, pulling away just enough to look at her directly, eyes half-closed in theatrical indignation. Her mouth curved into a disbelieving smile, as if she couldn’t believe the audacity. “You weren't making that slight a few minutes ago, you terrible mean thing,” she scolded.

The omega let out a muffled laugh, trying to contain herself. She averted her gaze, cheeks warming with a blush she hated to feel. “Don’t exaggerate. It was just… instinct.”

“Instinct?” Galinda repeated, raising an eyebrow, voice laden with mischief. She leaned in again, her mouth brushing the omega’s lips in a ghost of a kiss. “So your instinct is to moan like that?”

Elphaba choked on her own saliva, opening her mouth as if to retort immediately, but the knot pulsed inside her in response—a slow, involuntary squeeze that drew a contained, treacherous sigh. She bit her lip hard, trying to disguise it, but she knew the alpha had noticed.

The smile on Galinda’s face widened, satisfied, as if she had just won a bet while pressing herself back against Elphaba’s neck. She laughed low, with that smug air that made Elphaba want to roll her eyes.

Elphaba huffed, trying to regain composure. “You’re unbearable.”

“And you’re terrible,” Galinda retorted without hesitation, tightening her hold around her, as if she had no intention of letting go. Her voice, however, softened, almost affectionate, while keeping a playful tone: “But it’s okay, I’m used to your wickedness.”

Elphaba felt her throat dry. Part of her wanted to push her away, the other part wanted to lose herself in that heat longer than she should. In the end, she said nothing. She just closed her eyes and let out a low sigh, surrendered to exhaustion.

“Now, as a form of thanks for my incredible performance, could you do me a favor, don’t you think?” the alpha began cheekily, pressing her face more firmly against the sweaty skin of Elphaba’s neck.

The younger woman raised an eyebrow and waited for the blonde to finish her thought.

“Could you give me a head rub until we fall asleep? Then we’ll be even,” murmured the alpha, needy and seemingly exhausted.

The omega laughed and thought that a head massage definitely wouldn’t leave them even after everything that had happened, but before she could fulfill her part of the bargain, she yawned and murmured tiredly:

“We have to wake up earlier tomorrow, to shower and go to class, since we won’t take one now.”

Just as she was about to give the promised massage, Galinda lifted her body quickly, eyebrows furrowed and an obvious confusion on her face.

The movement made the knot shift inside Elphaba; the omega arched her back, giving a light smack to Galinda’s pale arm, who quickly apologized before asking:

“Are you going to class tomorrow?”

The omega squinted.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

Galinda looked at her as if she were insane, the metallic hint in her scent surfacing again, brow furrowed in clear concern and indignation.

“Because you’re in the middle of a heat, Elphaba Thropp,” she answered as if it were obvious. “And if the pains return? Not to mention there are plenty of other alphas at Shiz, what if one of them tries to mess with you?”

Elphaba had already thought of all that, alone or even with Nessarose. She had foreseen every possible outcome, and no matter how dangerous it might be, her pride wouldn’t allow her to miss classes for external reasons.

The blonde wouldn’t understand, so she didn’t try to explain.

“There’s nothing to worry about, Galinda. I know what I’m doing,” she said, rolling her eyes. “Besides, I believe that now, after… well… this, the pains might ease. Just stay close.”

Galinda tried to protest again, but Elphaba acted before the blonde could make a sound. With her arms again around the alpha’s neck, she began making gentle movements in her hair, twirling, untangling, and softly pulling the blonde’s strands.

The effect was immediate, and Elphaba had to hold back laughter at the disarming result.

The head massage, combined with the look of “I’m not changing my mind,” made the alpha give in and relax against the younger woman’s body.

If Elphaba had discovered earlier that it was so easy to make Galinda stay quiet, her life since arriving at Shiz would have been much simpler.

The knot was untied shortly after they fell asleep, and the omega still made soft movements on the blonde’s head, tracing random patterns along Elphaba’s waistline. Her long fingers glided over the skin with almost unconscious delicacy, as if trying to prolong the sensation of contact, even when sleep was already threatening to overtake her.

The silence of the room felt heavy, broken only by the rhythmic sound of intertwined breaths. The taller woman felt every muscle in her body weigh down, exhausted, yet her mind remained in a whirlwind. There was relief, there was pain, there was a fear gnawing at her core. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the brutal force of instinct, the desperation that had pierced her like blades, and how Galinda had been there, supporting her like no one ever had.

It was unbearable to admit how much she needed that. How much she needed her.

Elphaba let out a low sigh, almost a lament, and tugged at the base of Galinda’s neck with slightly less gentleness, as if fearing that, upon waking, it had all been nothing but a fevered delirium. The alpha curled slightly into her arms, seeking more closeness in the heat of the green skin, and a small, hesitant but real smile curved Elphaba’s lips.

Exhaustion didn’t take long to fully claim them, gradually erasing resistance, anger, and the weight of so many unspoken words. Still, beneath the fragile layer of sleep, remained the unsettling certainty that nothing between them would be simple. The knot might have been undone, but the mark of that night would remain etched.

And when Elphaba finally closed her eyes, with Galinda nestled against her chest, the entire world seemed suspended—a fragile, stolen moment. Perhaps, only there, in the silence between one breath and the next, it was allowed to dream that something different could emerge from it.

Notes:

im particularly proud of this chapter
God forgive me but Galinda is so!??!!!
tell me what you think, I love reading your comments

Chapter 7: Dynamic

Summary:

“Didn’t you find me even a little enchanting last night, my darling?”

Notes:

I didn't forget you, okay?

Elphaba woke slowly, thanks to the soft sunlight filtering through the half-open window of the room.

Her body ached in waves — muscles tense, skin overly sensitive — and the heat pulsing beneath her belly was a cruel reminder that the previous night had, in fact, happened. The heat of her heat was still there: calmer and less painful, but steady, like a hidden ember burning silently.

It took her a few seconds to distinguish where her body ended and Galinda’s began.

The alpha was pressed against her, her face nestled into the green nape, breathing serenely into her neck — a calm rarely seen. One arm held her around the waist; the hand remained closed around her wrist, as if afraid to let go. Behind her, she could feel the warm, firm weight of the member still awake.

A shiver ran down her spine.

It was impossible to ignore: the blonde’s scent still filled the room, embedded in every piece of fabric in the nest, sweet and heavy like an invisible curtain. Vanilla, sweat, warmth. With each breath, Elphaba felt her throat tighten, as if every inhale dragged her deeper into that fevered state.

And yet, she did not want to move.

She remained still, watching silently the way Galinda slept. The serene expression, the long lashes casting delicate shadows on flushed skin, the lips slightly parted in a gentle sigh. Nothing there recalled the usual arrogance or self-importance — only a vulnerability almost childlike.

Elphaba felt an uncomfortable tightness in her chest, as if those details were too dangerous to be observed.

She was not supposed to look like that. She was not supposed to feel any of it.

It took a moment for the alpha to begin moving, her arm tightening around her wrist before gradually relaxing. The body behind her tensed, and soon the weight of sleep gave way to consciousness. Blue eyes opened, blurry at first, then fixed on her.

The older one lifted her head, noticing their position, and a quick blush spread across her cheeks. Hastily, she moved enough to slide a pillow under her hip, creating an artificial space between them.

“Sorry. I… shouldn’t… still be like this. Good morning, by the way,” she said, incredibly shy.

The omega turned slightly, raising an eyebrow. The alpha’s embarrassment was so genuine it made her laugh softly, a low, hoarse laugh carrying more irony than softness.

“Good morning, Galinda.”

The blonde bit her lip, looking away, but didn’t respond immediately. Wounded vanity shimmered beneath her shyness, and Elphaba noticed it, which only amused her more.

“How are you feeling?” the alpha’s voice came next, softer, hesitant, and clearly desperate to change the subject.

The younger one hesitated, but there wasn’t much to say.

“Tired.”

The effect was immediate: Galinda’s shoulders straightened, her chin lifted in an almost imperceptible gesture, and her lips curved into a satisfied smile. The caramel warmth filling the room grew richer, a trait the munchkin had already learned to relate purely to the alpha’s ego.

The Thropp rolled her eyes, and an ironic laugh escaped.

“Stop that.”

“Stop what?” the blonde replied, feigning innocence, though the vain sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.

“That air of victory.”

“I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about, Elphie,” the shorter one said, rolling her eyes, trying to pretend she was tired of the subject.

The omega huffed and turned, hiding the smile that refused to be contained. Still, the sly laugh escaped, low, dragged, betraying that the provocation, irritating as it was, also disarmed her in a way she would never admit aloud. The silence that followed was heavy between them, too dense to ignore, and it was Elphaba who finally gave in.

“About… last night,” the taller one began, her voice hoarse, softer than intended. “I don’t want it to ruin whatever this is,” she confessed, almost in a whisper. “The truce. The… friendship.” The last word stumbled out.

Galinda didn’t back down.

“It won’t ruin anything,” she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Heat is a necessity, that’s all. We’ll figure out the rhythm. You tell me when you’re okay, when you’re not, and I listen. And if one day you say ‘no,’ I’ll run to the opposite side of the university.”

She paused briefly, letting humor color the tone.

“Just not exactly to the opposite side, because that would be the astronomy tower. And the wind there messes up my hair.”

The omega laughed, the tension in her shoulders easing a little.

“If at any point you want me to leave, I will. If you want me to stay, I stay. And if you just want me to sit next to you and shut up, I…” Galinda tilted her head slightly, dramatic. “Well, that’ll be a hard task, but I’ll try. After all, isn’t that how friendships are supposed to work?”

The question drew another laugh from Elphaba, dry, almost incredulous.

“Really? I think I missed that chapter of the Etiquette Manual for Friends. The edition that reached Munchkin probably had fewer pages.”

The corner of the blonde’s mouth gave way to a lazy smile.

“Oh, that’s because I have the Deluxe Friendship Manual. I usually don’t deal with the regular versions the common folk read.”

Her smile widened, radiant, and Elphaba let herself be carried away, moments before losing herself in a train of thought she knew she shouldn’t.

The question escaped her lips before she could stop it: “Is that common in Frottica? Do you… help your friends during heat that often?”

Galinda blinked, as if the idea were unexpected, but not disturbing. There was a brief pause — long enough for Elphaba to feel her stomach twist — before the alpha smiled briefly, almost indulgently, and shook her head.

“No, Elphie. We don’t make a habit of it there. At least not in my circle of friends, in case you wanted to know.”

The answer fell like cold water and fire at the same time. The pang of jealousy Elphaba didn’t dare name dissolved into a dangerous satisfaction, as if some selfish part of her had won.

“I see,” she murmured, with all the neutrality she didn’t feel. Her voice was steady, but her heart hammered against her ribs.

She didn’t want to admit, even to herself, that the image — Galinda laughing, touching another, desiring another — was consuming her. Yet, at the same time, the blonde’s reply brought fierce relief, almost possessive, making her own reactions feel dangerous.

She quickly averted her gaze, but tripped over another detail: the alpha’s delicate hand resting firmly on the pillow strategically placed on her lap. For some reason, the sight of that hand gripping the fabric so tightly seemed more intimate than anything they had shared the night before. The laugh that threatened to escape rose hesitantly, then sank again as her eyes, in a traitorous movement, fell on the curve of the blonde’s shoulder.

Marks. Fine, reddish marks, some deeper than Elphaba remembered… or than she had the courage to admit. One scratch followed the collarbone, disappearing under the strap of the delicate camisole. A warm, possessive, dangerous satisfaction flickered in her chest — immediately accompanied by a thread of guilt that made her hold her breath.

“Did it hurt?” The question came out softer than she intended, almost too intimate.

Galinda followed her gaze and straightened her neck naturally. “At the time? Not at all.” Her lips curved, quick, as if recalling a specific moment. “But now… it stings a little.”

The omega noticed the sudden shift in the alpha’s eyes. For a second, they darkened, almost charged with memory — until softening, assuming a look of concern.

“Do you regret anything?” Her voice was lower, without artifice, and her thumb traced slowly over the pillow, as if taming her nervousness in that small gesture. “Did I do something you didn’t like? If I misjudged the rhythm, the force… if something scared you… tell me.”

The genuine care cut through Elphaba entirely. It was easy to tease the alpha’s vanity, poke her pride just to see her react. Harder was resisting when the mask slipped, and beneath it, that precise, honest care appeared.

Her defenses fell with irritating efficiency.

“No.” The word escaped before she could think — and she realized the instant it touched the air that it was true. “I don’t regret it. Not a bit.”

Galinda’s shoulders relaxed, and her scent — warm vanilla with that electric undertone already unmistakable — lost some of its tension. She nodded slowly, as if recording every syllable into a hidden fold of memory only she could reach.

“But I… I don’t want you —” Elphaba bit the sentence in half, her teeth clenching the remainder of the thought. She searched for a firm ground to anchor her ideas, but every word seemed to slip in the uncomfortable heat of her desire. “…to feel… obliged.”

“I don’t feel obliged,” the alpha answered without hesitation, her voice clear, sharp in its conviction. “I wanted to be here. I chose it.”

The silence stretched for a dense moment before the shorter one added, softer: “And I’ll keep choosing. If you want… as friends.”

“As friends.” Elphaba repeated, chewing over the two words with a soft, almost amused skepticism. The corner of her mouth lifted, not quite ironic, but as if savoring the strange taste of that definition. “Sure. Friends. Very… friends.”

“Excellent friends,” Galinda corrected with the cleanest face on the campus, her insolent smile opening as if the word were a rare gem in her lips.

_____

 

The Applied Rhetoric classroom was filled with a low murmur when Elphaba and Galinda stepped through the door. The professor — Doctor Arven Linsworth, a middle-aged man known for his deep voice and his tendency to turn debates into true duels — was organizing some papers on the central desk. Students were already settling into their seats, but what immediately drew attention was the sudden silence that swept through part of the room as they noticed who had arrived.

It was uncommon to see Elphaba Thropp and Galinda Upland side by side.

Much less occupying the same space with the ease they now did. Whispered murmurs rippled through the room, hidden behind books or hands raised in false interest. A few more observant eyes lingered on the omega, sensing something beyond mere surprise. The subtle, almost imperceptible hint of poorly contained pheromones revealed what many had already suspected: the enigmatic student, so sharp and reserved, was not a beta.

Elphaba noticed the eyes on her but didn’t react. Her body was no longer ablaze as it had been the previous night — the pain of her heat had passed, leaving only the aching muscles and a constant low thrum in her lower abdomen and ears. With each step, she remembered how she had reached such exhaustion. But she showed nothing. On the contrary, she arranged her books calmly, sliding them across the desk as if order itself could restore control.

Galinda, for her part, seemed indifferent to the whispers, most likely accustomed to them. She slid into the chair next to the green girl, spreading her skirt carefully over her legs and resting an elbow lightly on the desk with almost theatrical ease. When she smiled, it seemed to light up the entire space, as if all the gazes belonged to her by right.

“Do you think today he’s going to start one of those endless debates about the importance of voice in political leadership?” she asked, leaning toward the taller one, in a whisper that wasn’t as quiet as it should have been.

The omega rolled her eyes, amused by the blonde’s lost focus.

“If you paid attention to what Mr. Linsworth says, you’d know that’s exactly what he’s talking about right now.”

“I am paying attention,” Galinda shot back, straightening immediately, almost offended, but the playful smile didn’t vanish. “I just can’t stay silent.”

Elphaba sighed, adjusting her pen over the paper.

“Then try. For five minutes.”

“Five? You want to kill me?” the blonde replied, but fell silent, pressing her lips together in a dramatic effort that drew a muffled giggle from herself.

The professor began speaking, his deep voice filling the room. He explained how the great leaders of Oz used rhetoric not only to persuade but to shape identities and maintain power. Elphaba leaned over her notebook, noting every point seriously, while Galinda fidgeted beside her, drumming her fingers and biting the tip of her pen as if silence were unbearable.

A few minutes passed until she leaned in again, unable to resist.

“Does his hair really look like a cloud of cotton candy, or am I going crazy?”

The taller one nearly let out a laugh but cleared her throat, trying to maintain seriousness.

“You are going crazy.”

“I’m not,” Galinda protested in a sharp, indignant grunt.

“Focus on the lesson, not the professor’s hair.”

The blonde sighed as if forced to bear a burden.

“Fine.” She straightened up again, hands crossed on the desk, posture impeccable. She lasted exactly thirty seconds before whispering again: “But you have to admit I was right about the hair.”

The omega shook her head, defeated by a discreet smile she could not hide. The gesture was almost imperceptible, yet real. Every little interference from the blonde, every silly, persistent comment, instead of irritating her as before, sparked a warmth inside her that had nothing to do with her heat.

It was something else, something subtler, more dangerous.

The constant scratch of pen on paper was interrupted when the classroom door creaked softly.

Fyero Tigelaar stepped through with his usual nonchalance, effortlessly drawing glances. Tall, broad-shouldered, his dark skin gleaming in the sunlight streaming through the windows, contrasted with the bluish tattoos snaking along his arms and neck like fragments of tribal paint.

Ignoring the professor’s explanations — who was distracted, rifling through notes on the desk — Fyero leaned over Galinda’s desk, resting an arm with familiar ease.

“Galinda, Mila wants to talk to you after class. Seems important,” he said in a low tone, making no effort to disguise the natural intimacy between them.

The blonde looked up and smiled sideways, her expression blending lightness with irritation. “Always her with those mysterious messages. Fine, I’ll talk to her.”

Her reply was quick, but Fyero no longer seemed focused.

His gaze shifted, landing on Elphaba. An immediate, almost palpable interest passed over his expression. The green girl’s pen paused halfway to the paper as she noticed the intensity of that look, so direct yet unguarded.

“And you must be Elphaba Thropp,” he said, with a smile full of charm and feigned familiarity, as if he had known her far longer than he actually had. “I’ve heard about you.”

Elphaba raised her eyes skeptically, ready for a sharp response, but could not hide the slightest tremor in her breath. The girl’s body reacted immediately. Two remarkable alphas so close… the heat twisted in uncontrollable spirals, Fyero’s scent colliding with Galinda’s. The air felt heavy, dense, charged.

His smile never faltered, but his eyes gleamed with something instinctive, a flash of desire he masked under the guise of charm.

“I’ve heard you’re one of the smartest girls in school,” he continued, leaning a little closer, as if her space were an invitation. “But I think the rumors still don’t do you justice.”

It was at that moment the girl noticed. The alpha next to her smelled drastically different. From her light, characteristic perfume emerged a spicy, hot, sharp note, cutting through her senses like a blade. Her alpha instinct stirred, taking over the air in a response so clear that Elphaba nearly choked.

The blonde adjusted her posture in the chair, chin lifted, nails drumming on the desk in an irregular rhythm. Her breathing was heavier than before, even if she tried to disguise it.

“Fyero,” she called, with artificial sweetness, words measured too precisely. “If you came to deliver messages, your job is done. Go back to your seat.”

His laugh was low, amused, laden with irony. He understood — of course, he understood. He knew Galinda better than anyone. He knew this sudden shift in tone had nothing to do with Mila or any other reason, but he said nothing. He simply leaned back, raising his hands in lazy surrender.

“Alright, I see I’m not welcome,” he said, but his eyes slid back to Elphaba. “If you need anything, I’ll be more than happy to help you, Miss Thropp,” he teased, before giving one of those roguish smiles and stepping away.

Elphaba lowered her gaze to the notebook, pretending that the pen’s trace was enough to erase the lingering tension in the air. But it wasn’t.

What the hell just happened?

The rest of the class seemed to drag on, but not for Elphaba.

Every detail of Galinda’s posture beside her screamed tension. The blonde tried to maintain casualness, doodling absentmindedly in the margins with flowers and arabesques, but the clearly annoyed sighs and the force with which she pressed the pen betrayed her.

The taller one noticed. She didn’t want to, but she noticed. The alpha wasn’t just irritated; she was on alert.

Her arm remained on the desk, too close to hers, as if Elphaba’s space were an extension of her own territory.

The omega leaned over to write something and felt Galinda move as well, as if unconsciously following her rhythm. Her fingers lifted slightly, almost touching Elphaba’s forearm, but withdrew too quickly. Yet the gesture lingered, a silent reminder.

Trying to break the tension, Elphaba murmured, “You’re strangely quiet. Miracle.”

Galinda blinked, her brow furrowed as if just snapped out of a trance. “I’m just paying attention.”

“Paying attention?” Elphaba arched an eyebrow. “Then why did you write ‘idiot’ three times in the corner of your page?”

A blush rose to Galinda’s cheeks, and she hastily covered the note with her hand. “It was for Fyero. Mentally. Child’s play,” she said in that characteristic tone of hers.

The ironic bite in her response brought out an almost imperceptible smile in Elphaba. She shouldn’t find it funny, but she did. The alpha seemed incapable of hiding it, and that honesty was disturbing.

_____

 

The hallway was crowded with hurried footsteps, cloaks swaying, voices crossing like waves. Elphaba adjusted her books against her chest when she felt, once again, Galinda loop her arm through hers, firm, without asking permission. The gesture was so automatic it seemed rehearsed — yet it drew attention from everyone they passed. The omega sighed but did not pull away.

“What’s your next class?” the alpha asked, her face tilted so that her hair nearly brushed against the dark sleeve of Elphaba’s coat.

“Applied Natural Sciences,” she replied, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “And you have Political Philosophy now, right?”

Galinda blinked, surprised, pausing mid-step in the hallway. “You memorized my schedule?”

“It wasn’t on purpose,” the green girl replied too quickly, averting her gaze forward. “It… just happens when someone repeats the same timetable for months. You can’t help but notice.”

The blonde let out a light, almost satisfied laugh. “Funny, I don’t know any of your classes by heart.”

“Galinda, you don’t even know your own schedule by heart,” the taller one shot back dryly, though the corner of her mouth betrayed a hidden smile, prompting a laugh from the alpha beside her.

Determined to gain the upper hand, Thropp decided to probe further. “You were really harsh with Fyero.”

“Harsh?”

“Almost killed him with a glance. If he weren’t your childhood friend, I’d swear you wanted to skin him alive.”

The blonde rolled her eyes.

“He can handle himself.”

“Yeah, but I don’t think that was necessary.” Elphaba laughed softly. “He was just doing you a favor. Polite, even charming. I’d never talked to him before, but you can see he’s quite pleasant.”

“Charming?” the alpha repeated, as if the word were a thorn caught on her tongue.

“Yes, charming. Even honorable. It’s not every day someone has a prince from Vinkus starting a conversation.” Elphaba rolled her eyes subtly, growing slightly annoyed at each sentence the blonde uttered.

“He’s not…” The blonde stopped, taking a deep breath, clearly irritated. “He’s not as charming as he seems. If you were ranking charm hypothetically, he’d be waaay down the list, okay?”

The younger girl lifted her chin, savoring the other’s discomfort and thoroughly enjoying the situation. “Really? And who would be first in this hypothetical ranking?”

The growl Galinda let out bordered on feral.

“Me, obviously,” she replied as if it were self-evident. Then the alpha leaned closer to the younger girl’s body and whispered, her voice hoarse, near her ear, “Didn’t you find me even a little enchanting last night, my darling?”

Elphaba choked and nearly stumbled. Quick flashes crossed her mind, memories of a Galinda who had been irresistibly charming.

The girl felt a tug in her lower abdomen, the signs of her heat still very present. For her own sake, and for the sake of the alpha beside her who looked as if she could strip her bare right there, she decided to change the subject.

They talked about trivial things as they crossed the campus. Gradually, the blonde began to calm down while the omega slowly started to get used to this new and strange dynamic between them.

When they arrived in front of the Applied Natural Sciences classroom, the hallway was relatively quiet, with only the distant murmur of students arriving. Still, neither could find the right moment to say goodbye.

Galinda stared too much at Elphaba’s mouth without even realizing it.

Every inch of her body seemed to lean subtly forward, her breathing slower and more controlled, her fingers lightly tensed — an unconscious gesture of wanting more than she could admit. The taller girl felt the fixed gaze, felt the tension building between them, and a sudden desire to move closer and kiss exploded inside her. She bit her lower lip, trying to restrain the impulse, but the urge throbbed intensely, almost painfully.

Galinda inhaled deeply, the warm air brushing against Elphaba’s ear. A low sigh escaped, heavy with hesitation and contained urgency. Before she could say anything, the blonde leaned slightly, planting a chaste, almost hesitant kiss on the curve of the taller girl’s neck. The contact was brief, but enough to ignite a fire within, making the green girl’s heart race and her muscles tremble discreetly.

“Take care, okay?” murmured the alpha, stepping back carefully, her blue eyes still locked on Elphaba’s for a moment that seemed endless.

Elphaba stood frozen, unsettled, feeling the warmth of the kiss lingering on her skin, the blonde’s scent imprinted around her. A strange emptiness filled her chest, and the low hum still present in her abdomen intensified, accompanying the growing sense of longing. Every second without the alpha’s presence seemed to stretch the absence, and a mixture of desire and anxiety began spreading, slow and agonizing.

The hallway seemed larger, the footsteps of other students distant and irrelevant, while the green girl found herself completely captive to a sudden, suffocating longing, an intense need to have her back before class even began.

Elphaba closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself, but the heat of the touch and the memory of that gaze lingered. She sat down, attempting to organize her books and notes, but every movement dragged her back to the memory of the neck, the warm scent that had dominated her. The hum in her lower abdomen, once a subtle reminder of her heat, began to rise, becoming almost unbearable, reverberating through every nerve and muscle still sore from the previous night.

She inhaled deeply, attempting to focus on the professor’s words, but everything blurred, each sentence arriving as a distant echo. The residual scent of Galinda seemed to cling to the air around her, and every time her thoughts drifted to the blonde, a shiver ran down her spine, heightening the already present tension.

Longing infiltrated her like a slow blade. Desperation surged in waves, mixing guilt, desire, and a need that could not be satisfied there.

When the professor asked something, Elphaba tried to answer, but her voice failed. Her hands sweated; the pencil felt too heavy to write, and the hum now invaded her ears, making it difficult to distinguish reality from memory. She needed to feel it again. She needed Galinda there, but she couldn’t.

Her body protested: muscles sore from the previous night, skin still sensitive, and the heat that insisted on reminding her proximity to Galinda was fuel for a fever that could not be quenched. Her heart raced with every sound of the chair beside her, every gesture of another student, as if she expected Galinda to appear at any moment. The alpha’s absence became agonizing.

Every second without contact intensified the need, turning desire into almost physical pain.

She closed her eyes for a moment, attempting to regain composure, but the image of Galinda — the scent, the hand on her neck, the warmth of her presence — burned in her mind, leaving her fragile, vulnerable, and desperate. A shiver ran down her spine, and a stifled moan threatened to escape, but the omega bit her lip, holding it back, feeling every fiber of her body respond.

The rest of the class dragged on. Every word from the professor was secondary. Every gesture of the alpha replayed in her memory, amplified by the hum and the ache, stretching minutes into eternity. She felt trapped between desire and impossibility, between friendship and need, silently agonizing, knowing the torment would only grow until she could feel Galinda’s touch again.

The pain returned in stronger waves as soon as class ended. Elphaba packed her books with trembling fingers, eyes fixed on the wood of the desk, trying to hide the cold sweat dripping down her neck and the growing pressure in her lower abdomen. Every step hurt, as if her entire body conspired against her will; the heat throbbed insistently, eating her from the inside, demanding relief, drawing stifled moans.

She left the room with stiff steps, breathing heavily, ignoring curious glances. A mix of anger and need pressed on her chest: anger at feeling affected by what she saw, yet instincts that rendered her passive, incapable of resisting what her body demanded. She searched for someone familiar, someone able to contain both the pain and the desire that ran through her nerves.

And she found her.

A little further ahead, Galinda was talking with Mila, a chocolate-haired omega, laughing and lightly touching the alpha’s arm. Galinda responded with gentle, polite, almost playful smiles. But Elphaba couldn’t prevent her stomach from twisting; the mix of anger and jealousy burned inside her. Every gesture of closeness between Galinda and Mila ignited a painful heat in her abdomen, reminding her how her heat made her body vulnerable and desperate, even as her mind screamed that she couldn’t just attack or complain.

Her heart raced, her legs trembled, and she leaned against the wall, forcing heavy breaths. Desire throbbed with increasing intensity, and the anger, tempered by the awareness that she couldn’t give in, blended with the possessive instinct that made her want to push away any threat to the alpha. Every laugh, every touch between Galinda and Mila seemed to poke at an internal wound: the acidic jealousy burned while her body protested with ache and longing.

Elphaba knew she couldn’t act, couldn’t show it, but her body reacted anyway. Her heat made every sensation sharper, every tremor and stifled sigh reminding her that she desperately needed relief—but she couldn’t give in without the alpha present to guide her, to protect her desire. Anger and frustration grew alongside the corrosive heat inside her, and she realized that, as much as she hated her own vulnerability, there was no escaping this whirlwind of pain, need, and longing.

Then that scent of dry blood and leather became stronger, and Averic appeared, accompanied by two friends, his wide, calculated smile plastered across his face.

“Well, look who decided to show up in class today,” he said, his voice low and dragging, full of sarcasm. “Our new little omega decided to make an appearance.”

“I bet you came hoping some kind-hearted alpha would come ‘help’ you,” one of his friends added, laughing.

Elphaba slowly turned, rolling her eyes, already wondering when this day had become so awful.

“Honestly, Averic, why don’t you and your little puppies bother someone else?” she said, impatient.

The ache in her abdomen only intensified, and watching Galinda interact with Mila made the pressure inside her grow. All she needed now was to deal with Averic to complete her list of: “worst day in Oz.”

The alpha laughed, a viscous, unpleasant sound, stepping closer with measured strides, his body leaning forward to make his presence oppressive.

“Don’t be ungrateful, omega,” he murmured, leaning slightly, eyes fixed on hers. “It’s nothing personal. It’s instinct. Alphas notice when an omega is in heat, and… you know how it works. You shouldn’t have come to class if you didn’t want to be noticed.”

Elphaba felt her stomach tighten—not from desire, but from revulsion. His tone, arrogant and justified by what he called “nature,” carried the intent to test her, to leave her vulnerable.

“Stay away from me, Averic. Unless you want to find out what I’m capable of.”

He smiled to the side, charming in a way that irritated more than it attracted.

“You’re vulnerable. Your posture shows it. And I’m an alpha; it’s natural to react.” The proximity increased, his scent saturating the air, broad shoulders projecting as if to delimit her space.

Elphaba took a step back, firm, aware of the danger he represented. There was something primitive in him, a predator testing limits, ready to take advantage if he could.

“Step away, Averic,” she said, low and full of authority. “You may think you’re irresistible and ‘instinctive,’ but you’re just a spoiled boy.”

His calculated smile didn’t reach his eyes, which remained cold and predatory. He took another step, closing the distance, and his scent seemed to envelop Elphaba entirely. Every breath was a silent threat; every movement, a test.

“Do you really think words can send me away?” he leaned in, as if the air between them were both an invitation and a warning. “If you didn’t want me to approach, omega… maybe you shouldn’t have come to class like this. It’s instinct.”

Elphaba took another step back, body tense, every muscle ready to react. The hallway seemed to narrow around them; the charming smile, almost flawless in another context, was now a grotesque mask hiding predatory intent. His scent saturated her senses, and each breath tightened the air around, increasing the pressure in her chest.

Her body reacted instinctively: her skin prickled, her jaw clenched, her hands trembled lightly, ready to push, defend, or flee. She kept her gaze firm but felt the real danger: it wasn’t mere provocation; it was someone seeing her vulnerability and seeking to exploit it. For the first time, fear infiltrated completely, icy and real, mixed with anger and tension. Every step he took seemed to measure boundaries, and she knew one slip could cost dearly.

Then, suddenly, a sweet, warm scent of vanilla and caramel began to spread through the hallway — subtle, but impossible to ignore.

Saved by the bell…

Notes:

I wrote this chapter and it was 10 thousand words long so I preferred to cut it in half, I didn't really like that part, I confess, but the next update will pay off, right?
tell me what you think anyway

Chapter 8: Charming

Summary:

“I spent the entire day imagining you fucking me, did you know that, my dear?”

Notes:

double update to make up for my disappearance
some extra and useless information:
as the fanfic is more based on the books, galinda has magic and elphie doesn't ok
last chapter with averic
and Galinda is left-handed (I warned you it would be useless information

Then, suddenly, a sweet, warm scent of vanilla and caramel began to spread through the hallway — subtle, but impossible to ignore.

Saved by the bell…

Elphaba’s body bent to that presence before her mind could even register it. The pain vanished instantly, only to be replaced by something far more vicious: desire. A colossal, suffocating desire that stole her breath away.

Galinda appeared, cutting through the air like a blade. The click of her heels echoed sharply against the stone floor, and when she stopped in front of them, the change was immediate. The entire hallway seemed to shrink beneath her presence.

“She told you to back off, Averic.” Her voice carried no sweetness at all. It was cold, firm, authoritative. “Tell me — do you have a hearing problem, or is it just your usual gift for being insufferable?”

Tenmeadows arched a brow, trying to recover his grin. “Ah, the princess of this little theater. Always so dramatic. No need to fake heroics, Upland. You feel the same as I do, and you know it.”

She stopped directly in front of them, her body — even though smaller than both of theirs — raised like a shield, something more than anger blazing in her crystalline eyes.

“I am nothing like you,” she snapped, teeth clenched, the caramel scent thickening in the air until it became oppressive.

He laughed, dry and sharp, his eyes glittering with cruelty.

“No? Then explain something to me, Galinda…” His voice dripped poison, each word sharpened to wound. “I’ve been hearing rumors, you know? The two of you, suddenly so close. Don’t tell me that the flawless Upland, the so-called ‘most decent alpha on campus,’ is taking advantage of her poor little roommate’s fragility.” His grin widened, repulsive and smug. “If that’s the case…” he leaned closer, the short, harsh chuckle cracking in his throat. “You truly have my congratulations. That’s a masterstroke.”

The provocation landed like a punch. The blonde’s face drained of color in an instant, only to flush again with a furious, scalding red. The blush burned across her cheekbones so intensely it almost looked painful. Her trembling fingers betrayed how hard it was to contain her rage, and the energy radiating from her body made the air vibrate, as if the whole corridor were saturated with electricity on the verge of erupting.

Elphaba felt the hairs at the back of her neck rise. That suspended hum of magic was unmistakable, like the warning of an oncoming storm. For a moment, her stomach knotted in fear — not of Galinda, but of what would happen if she lost control here, in front of everyone.

Still, no matter how Averic’s words echoed, the younger girl didn’t believe a single one. In these past days, the omega had come to know well the kind of interest the blonde showed. She knew that behind the arrogance and the theatrics, there wasn’t an ounce of intent to exploit her — not in that way, not with the filth Averic suggested. The alpha’s venom carried no truth, only danger.

And strangely, what rose in Elphaba wasn’t the urge to defend herself, but to protect Galinda. An instinctive, irrational urgency burned inside her.

Protect her alpha…

Her throat tightened. The throbbing pain of her heat, mixed with that storm of emotions, only amplified the sensation of being torn apart. She wanted to speak, to scream, but there was no time.

The air around Galinda was already boiling, charged with invisible sparks.

“Shut your mouth,” she growled, her voice shaking with raw irritation.

“Oh, but isn’t it obvious?” Averic tilted his head, eyes gleaming with cruelty. “All alphas are like this. All of them want an omega in heat at their disposal. The only difference is that some of us have the courage to admit it.”

She stepped forward, each stride echoing like thunder, and for an instant the whole hallway seemed to shrink under her presence. “I am nothing like you. And if you dare compare me to what you are, I swear you won’t set foot here tomorrow.”

His grin sharpened, pleased to have struck the nerve. “Worked up already, Galinda? Seems I’ve hit a raw nerve. Maybe that’s because it’s true?”

Protect her alpha…

The magical current around her vibrated, as though sparks were slipping free from the air itself. A few students immediately backed away, whispering nervously. The blonde looked ready to lose control, and worse, her scent was thickening with her agitation, flooding the space.

Thropp, behind them, felt her whole body respond. The heat throbbed harder, crueler with every breath, each inhale drowning her in that sweet perfume that dominated the air. The urge to move closer, to touch, to surrender, grew with crushing intensity. Her belly tightened, her muscles burned, and every beat of her heart screamed for release.

She hated it. Hated how vulnerable she was, how her heat left her so raw to every external spark, so unmoored by it all.

And Averic noticed, his grin widening in repulsive satisfaction, as though he had found the perfect wound to press.

“See? Even she feels it.” His voice was low, dragged out, dripping with malice. “You can play the protector all you like, Galinda, but in the end you’re the same as the rest of us. Her heat is already begging. And you’ll give in. Sooner or later — if you haven’t already.”

He cocked his head, his eyes glittering with false curiosity. “Tell me… was this your plan all along, that cruel little mind of yours? Putting an omega in your dorm, just so you could… you know… relieve some stress?” The laugh that followed was dry, revolting, each syllable steeped in sarcasm.

The explosion came. The air around the blonde vibrated, and suddenly Averic was thrown several steps back, shoved by an invisible force that knocked him off balance and slammed him against the wall with a dull thud. Shocked murmurs rippled through the hallway, some students retreating, others staring wide-eyed.

Galinda hadn’t even moved. She looked ready to go further, ready to actually hurt him and not care about the consequences. Her blue eyes were glazed over, burning with fury and barely contained hatred.

It was then that a trembling green hand settled on her shoulder.

Elphaba.

The touch was light, but it was enough. The magic cut off instantly, golden sparks dissolving into the air like smoke swept away by the wind. Her chest rose and fell quickly, still flooded with adrenaline, but the younger girl’s presence pulled her back.

“Let’s go,” the munchkin said, her voice low yet firm. Her face was pale, and her body barely held together. The pressure of mixed pheromones in the corridor — leather, iron, caramel, and even Averic’s repulsive arrogance — left her dizzy. Her heat pulsed in raw waves, and the ache for the alpha’s touch burned inside her, making everything worse.

The blonde turned to look at her. Rage gave way to something else: concern and such blatant affection that the younger girl’s stomach twisted and her throat tightened. There was too much tenderness in that gaze to be just instinct, but Elphaba couldn’t process it without choking on the clash of desire and pain.

“Sorry,” the older girl murmured, her voice still hoarse from fury. “I didn’t mean for you to go through that.” And, as if trying to soften the tension, she forced a short smile, stumbling into a comment that sounded almost ironic. “I guess I was right when I said you shouldn’t have come to class today.”

The munchkin let out a small, nervous laugh that sounded more like a sob. Her legs shook, the heat in her belly relentless. Yet something in that light tone, that attempt at normalcy, allowed her to breathe a little easier, as if there was still solid ground beneath her.

Before turning away, the blonde cast one last look at Averic, her eyes sparking with restrained fury.

“Say a proper goodbye to your friends, Averic. Sincere advice,” she warned. Her voice came low, almost a whisper, but heavy with promise. The taller alpha raised his hands, laughing, trying to mask the tension the magical strike had left in the air.

Without waiting for an answer, the older girl clasped the younger’s hand tightly, leading her down the corridor. Her steps were fast, determined, each movement brimming with tension. Her whole body still vibrated, her anger fresh, and the warm scent of caramel hung thick in the air, as though she meant to mark every inch of space around them.

Elphaba’s breath came uneven, and she couldn’t tell if it was from her heat or from the vivid memory of the scene.

Averic had gotten too close.

His gaze had been that of a predator calculating the distance to its prey, his scent saturating the air like poison. For the first time in a long while, she had felt genuine weakness, as if a single misplaced word could have unraveled her completely.

And then Galinda intervened. Fury etched into every delicate feature, her voice laced with power, magic thrumming in the air like a storm about to break. That vision hit her squarely, leaving her torn between two irreconcilable sensations: relief and desire.

The relief came from protection — someone had stepped in front of her, someone willing to be a shield against the world. A feeling she had never known, not even as a child (especially not as a child, considering her father, Frexpar, had been more interested in defending his fantasy books than his daughter). And with that impossible comfort came desire — raw, searing, wrong in its intensity.

The way the blonde ignited, ready to burn everything to ash in her defense, was at once terrifying and irresistible. The energy thrumming around her wasn’t just anger; it was instinct, primal protection. And faced with it, the munchkin found herself captive to a fierce attraction, magnified by the heat that made every alpha gesture magnetic, impossible to ignore.

But it wasn’t just that. The heat amplified everything, turning every spark into wildfire. The fear she had felt grew into dread, the comfort into dependence, the attraction into hunger. It was as if every feeling were wired to electricity, every touch, every scent, every word spoken and unspoken pulsing through her body like a live current.

Her belly ached in waves, throbbing with need. Her chest tightened with a longing that made no sense. The anger at Averic didn’t fade but tangled itself with gratitude, then with shame, then once again with desire.

Nothing had a clear shape. It was a molten, pulsing mass consuming her from the inside out, all her emotions tangled into something confusing and terrifying.

Elphaba couldn’t breathe properly. She couldn’t think. She could only feel.

When they entered the room, the pressure became unbearable. The sight of the alpha’s back as she closed the door was enough to pull every feeling into one. The fear, the anger, the protection, the gratitude, the dependence, the shame… all dissolved into urgent desire, an instinctive call she couldn’t ignore.

She didn’t think. There was no room for thought. Only the certainty that a kiss would fix everything. That in the blonde’s lips lay relief, the answer, the lifeline she could cling to so she wouldn’t drown.

Her body moved before her mind could protest. Elphaba grabbed her, kissed her, pressing her against the door as though the world would end if she didn’t. It was intense, feverish, desperate. Teeth clashed, lips burned, and their breaths tangled in short, ragged bursts.

And then came the reaction. The alpha, with an irritated impulse, spun their bodies, reversing their positions and pinning her against the door with firm force. There was no brutality, but there was strength, control, dominance.

Their mouths met with hunger and urgency. The kiss was fervent, full of tongue and suction, and Elphaba’s impatience was plain, wanting more with every second. Galinda, still steeped in desire, carried a faint edge of irritation — low, nearly imperceptible — even though her touches weren’t rough; there was in them the natural command of someone who knew she was in control.

“Why do you have to be so stubborn?” Galinda muttered low, between kisses, her voice laced with alpha authority, every syllable reverberating through Elphaba’s body.

The feel of the alpha’s already rigid cock pressing against her stomach made the omega tremble harder, her hands clutching the blonde’s shoulders, trying to steady herself while her body gave in.

“Please, Galinda… another time. Right now, I need you,” Elphaba whispered, almost pleading, scratching at the blonde’s shoulders with sharp nails, feeling the sensitive skin beneath her touch.

Galinda growled low, impatient, and began stripping the taller girl quickly, each piece of clothing falling to the floor until she was completely bare. The sensation of being naked and pressed against the still-clothed alpha was overwhelming. The contrast of hot skin against the fabric of Galinda’s dress heightened every movement, every burn of heat, every spark of magic threatening to slip from her body — instinctively aroused and still riding the high of her fury.

When the alpha’s right hand slid up to Elphaba’s throat and gripped firmly, the omega’s head clouded, a mix of pleasure, possessiveness, and excitement that left her nearly undone. Every touch, every squeeze, every rough breath from the alpha made her body react involuntarily — arching, trembling, begging for more, aching to surrender completely.

The whole room seemed to shrink to the heat of their bodies, to the thick scent of Galinda, to the electricity running through Elphaba, stringing every muscle and nerve tight in anticipation of what was still to come. Every move of the alpha carried both command and care, desire and control, and Thropp, raw and yielding, felt at once dominated and protected, vulnerable and consumed by imminent pleasure.

It was when the blonde pressed the ring finger of her left hand against Elphaba’s already slick entrance that her low, growling voice cut through:

“Do you plan on mating with some other alpha?”

Elphaba had to fight hard to focus, her mind still hazy with pleasure.

“What…?” she managed to murmur, her voice trembling.

Galinda pressed harder, sliding firmly along the omega’s sensitive folds. The intense contact drew an involuntary moan from her, muffled by the kiss the alpha planted on her mouth.

“I’m asking if you want to fuck another alpha during your heat,” Galinda repeated, her piercing gaze locked on Elphaba’s, carrying an intensity hard to name. There was more than desire there: possessiveness, hunger, and a genuine curiosity.

In the whirl of sensation, Elphaba felt a fleeting urge to laugh, restrained, at the absurd bluntness of the question.

“No… Galinda.” The answer came firm, though still slightly shaky.

For some reason, that seemed to ease the alpha’s expression, though the question lingered in the air, as if offering one last chance for Elphaba to back out. When the blonde realized there would be no retreat, something snapped inside her — an instinctive click, a mix of triumph and possessiveness.

Galinda’s right hand tightened even more around the green neck of the younger one, making the omega let out another whimper as the alpha’s mouth pressed hard against hers, pinning her against the door. The older woman’s body on top of hers felt like it weighed tons, and the heat of her hard cock pressing into Elphaba’s belly under the dress made her gasp loudly.

Then Galinda slid two fingers inside her, moving with precise, rhythmic strokes that made it impossible for Elphaba to focus on anything but the delicious pain and pleasure pulsing in her belly. The omega’s moans escaped freely, loud and urgent, echoing across the room, while Galinda broke the sloppy kisses only to speak, her voice thick with desire and possessive concern:

“Stay in this room… please, Elphie. Stay here through your heat and let me stay with you.” Each word came with firm thrusts, each kiss, each touch, heightening the intensity. “We’ll stay in this room until the end of your heat. Use me however you want, whenever you want… but don’t leave. It’s dangerous, you know that. You’re vulnerable, and I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

The tone was both urgent and pleading, mixing possessiveness and care, making Elphaba even more surrendered. Her body trembled under the pressure of Galinda’s fingers, under the weight of the older woman, under the heat spreading through every muscle, while her mind spun between fear, desire, and the certainty that there was no escape from this absolute control.

Elphaba moaned loudly, pressing her head against the solid wood of the door behind her, her entire body vibrating with every thrust.

“But…” she started, trying to protest.

Galinda silenced her with a firm, possessive kiss, increasing the pressure of her thrusts, marking each movement with near-brutal intensity.

“Stop being stubborn and do what I’m asking,” she growled, her voice low and heavy with desire, close to Elphaba’s ear. Their foreheads were pressed together, and Galinda’s hand tightened more around the omega’s neck, controlling her. “You’re the smartest girl in this school. Missing a few days of class won’t hurt you. There’s no reason to put yourself at risk like this. No reason to keep feeling this pain during the day. Stay here and let me help you. Take me as your toy during this time, do whatever you want with me, just stay in this room.”

Elphaba really had no arguments left.

The strong, dominant scent of vanilla and caramel flooded her mind, blocking any thought. The firm hand on her neck made breathing difficult, and those blue eyes staring into hers penetrated deep, making her want to admit things she wasn’t ready to say. And, to make it worse, Galinda’s fingers inside her only increased the pressure, leaving her body at the mercy of overwhelming sensations.

She was close to the edge, but she instinctively knew Galinda would only let her come if she accepted the alpha’s terms.

“Take me as your toy during this time.”

Oz… what a delicious thought.

Even if she could blame the dominant pheromones filling the air, Elphaba knew exactly what she wanted. Her voice came low, almost suffocated, a whispered plea:

“Okay, my sweet… I won’t go to class for the next few days. But now… now I need you to make me come, alpha.”

A sigh of relief escaped Galinda, and she wasted no time: she kissed her hard, biting Elphaba’s lips lightly before sliding her thumb directly over the neglected clit.

Elphaba had no time to protest; her moan was swallowed by the alpha’s mouth. Waves of pleasure exploded through every fiber of her body. She came with a silent scream, her body arching, trembling uncontrollably while the alpha kept her movements precise, shaping her solely for her pleasure.

Galinda impatiently undressed herself, and when she finally finished, she pressed Elphaba once more against the door, holding her firmly and securely, kissing her with intensity, hands gripping the sides of the omega’s face.

Her cock was hard and leaking pre-cum, pressed against Elphaba again, the heat and rigidity burning against the omega’s sensitive skin. The world seemed to shrink to just the two of them, the stifled moans, the ragged breaths, and the overwhelming touch leaving the brunette completely surrendered—scared, excited, and unable to think of anything else.

Galinda guided Elphaba to the bed without giving her a chance to hesitate, immediately positioning herself on top, feeling every hot curve and contour of her body. The closeness was suffocating; skin pressed together radiated heat and the intense scent of desire. Elphaba gasped simply at the pressure of the older woman on her, her entire body reacting to each touch, each weight shift.

Slowly, Galinda’s kisses traveled down Elphaba’s body. First the neck, light bites making her shiver, then the breasts, licking and sucking, leaving red, painfully pleasurable marks. The touch continued down her stomach and thighs, each kiss and nip amplifying Elphaba’s already heightened sensitivity. She writhed, gasping and moaning, trying to keep up with the alpha’s movements and absorb every sensation burning her skin.

When Galinda finally reached where the omega needed her most, she paused briefly, looking at her with intensity:

“May I, my dear?”

“Please… eat me already,” Elphaba replied, her voice thick, body trembling in anticipation, unable to hide the urgency consuming her.

From that moment, Galinda devoured her without hesitation, as if she had been waiting for this for years. The alpha’s tongue moved with almost surgical precision, tracing every sensitive spot, exploring every corner of Elphaba’s pussy she was still discovering. Galinda’s delicate, thin hands scratched at the omega’s stomach and thighs.

“This is definitely going to leave marks,” Elphaba thought, moaning louder, gripping Galinda’s blonde curls tightly, almost trying to hold onto the pleasure consuming her.

As Elphaba gave herself over, she noticed Galinda grinding against the sheet beneath her, hips moving firm and precise, matching the same rhythm she had used on her the night before. The vision and memory ignited her belly, setting her sensitive body on fire.

With Galinda’s head pressed against her pussy, Elphaba yielded completely to the alpha’s command, surrendering to the growing desire. She rubbed her clit against Galinda’s tongue with urgency, fast and precise strokes, feeling every vibration travel up her spine. The pressure of Galinda’s hips against the sheet and her body intensified everything, making it impossible to control the spasms running through her spine.

The second orgasm hit with full force. Elphaba arched her back, hands clutching Galinda’s curls, fingers digging into the soft flesh of the blonde, while her throat tore out a hoarse, painful, satisfying scream.

Before she could recover, Elphaba felt Galinda rise onto her own heels, body lifting elegantly and naturally. The sheet clinging to the alpha’s still sticky cock was quite a sight before Elphaba took hold and began stroking herself with quick, deliberate motions.

With her left hand still gripping her thick cock, Galinda placed her right beside Elphaba’s head, leaning fully over her. The closeness was almost suffocating; the heat of the blonde’s body, the mix of sweat and sex scent, the irregular breaths reaching the omega’s face—all triggered that overwhelming urge Elphaba had felt all day: to kiss Galinda.

But just as she leaned in, the alpha pulled back with a sly, playful smile, whispering near the omega’s ear:

“Eyes down, baby.”

Completely unable to disobey her alpha, Elphaba lowered her gaze and gasped, her whole body already reacting to the command.

“Good girl,” Galinda murmured affectionately, her deep voice sending shivers down the younger woman’s spine.

The alpha began moving her hips uncontrollably, pumping her cock against the swollen pussy of the omega. Her already red, throbbing head leaked pre-cum, while her left hand moved frantically, alternating between gripping tightly and stroking her own erection. Every motion made Elphaba shiver, low moans escaping from the blonde’s mouth, a mix of pain, pleasure, and desperation.

Between gasps and broken breaths, Galinda alternated with strong bites along Elphaba’s green neck, leaving marks that burned on the omega’s sensitive skin. Her growls were deep and possessive, building to a climax as she finally came, her body shaking violently over the brunette.

The alpha’s hot release splashed across Elphaba’s belly, but mostly it spread inside her, mixing with her own juices overflowing from her body. Elphaba couldn’t look away from the obscene scene—the thick streams of liquid, the heavy scent of sex filling the air, their pheromones charged and electric.

As if that wasn’t enough, Galinda, still fully hard, slid the tip of her cock along the drenched folds, spreading what she had released together with the omega’s own hot wetness. The friction against her sensitive flesh made Elphaba tremble and catch her breath, her belly twisting in waves of painful pleasure.

A whimper escaped her lips as she realized the alpha’s intention. Tears threatened to fill her eyes—not from pain, but from a chaotic mix of exhaustion, desire, and submission she couldn’t control.

“I… I can’t… my sweet… I’m still so sensitive…” she whispered, voice breaking, her long, sharp nails scoring the blonde’s fair skin in a desperate act of surrender.

Galinda only laughed softly, a sound thick with triumph, before speaking in that dangerously sweet, captivating tone only she could wield:

“Come on, my dear… I know you can give me just a little more, yes? Remember the feeling… remember how good it is when I’m buried inside you, the way you squeeze me. I know you can.”

Elphaba arched her back, moaning loudly as the thick shaft pressed against her already swollen, throbbing entrance. Her body begged for release, but instinct demanded restraint.

Oz… was it even possible to cry from lust?

The thought echoed through her mind as heavy tears finally rolled down the corners of her eyes.

Galinda softened for a moment, placing light kisses across the omega’s wet face, her voice surprisingly gentle:

“If you want, we can stop now. No problem at all. We’ll rest a bit, take a bath, and sleep until dinner, okay? Seriously.”

She paused, cock still pressing at Elphaba’s entrance, teasing without thrusting, keeping the threat constant.

“But if you want to continue… I promise it’ll be worth it. I’ll fuck you the way you like and give you my knot. What do you say, my dear?”

Elphaba’s heart raced, her whole body trembling in anticipation. Fear and desire tangled into something indistinguishable, and her reply slipped out, an unfiltered plea of surrender:

“Then fuck me, alpha.”

Galinda, clearly affected, held Elphaba’s face and forced her to look down.

The sight was explicit and brutal: her pussy slick, mixing her own juices with the alpha’s, streaming thick trails down her thighs. Without hesitation, Galinda thrust her large, thick cock all the way in, burying herself to the hilt in Elphaba’s already sensitive interior.

The moan that escaped Elphaba’s throat was swallowed by Galinda’s hungry mouth as she kissed her desperately, as if there weren’t enough air in the room. The blonde’s hips moved in firm, hurried thrusts, each drive desperate, making the omega’s entire body shiver.

Still trembling from previous orgasms, Elphaba knew she wouldn’t last long. Her sensitivity made every shock of pleasure nearly unbearable, evident in the moans slipping out between sloppy, wet kisses.

Galinda pressed her forehead against Elphaba’s, eyes half-closed from exertion, while her hand gripped the omega’s left breast, marking it with possessive fingers. Her voice came hoarse, commanding, leaving no room for argument:

“Finding me charming now, baby?” she asked, the insolent, arrogant smile clear.

Elphaba gasped, body surrendered to the intense thrusts, voice broken: “I’m finding you… many things, Galinda… Charming is probably somewhere in the middle.”

Galinda let out a satisfied murmur, ego inflamed. With a swift move, she intertwined Elphaba’s legs around her waist, lifting her and hitting a deep spot that made the omega arch against her.

“Talk more about that. You know how much I love hearing about myself, don’t you?”

“I know… but right now, I want something else.”

“Ah, Elphie… I know exactly what you want right now,” Galinda said, leaning under the omega’s body and pinning both her wrists above her head with one hand. “But I also know that right now, only I can give you what you want. So why don’t you be a good little omega for me and tell me a bit about the very charming alpha eating you out, hmm?”

Elphaba’s moan was guttural, simple, yet heavy with intensity. With thick tears forming in the corners of her eyes, she managed to ask:

“What do you want me to say, Galinda?”

Galinda slowed her thrusts, making the movements slower, deeper, and stronger. Elphaba wanted to scream, but knew she couldn’t—the sensations were overwhelming, yet indescribably good, as if each wave of pleasure consumed her completely.

“Oh, I don’t know… maybe about how you love the feeling of me inside you, stretching that little pussy of yours, or how I’m the only one who can fuck you like this,” Galinda said with a sly smile. “Seriously, Elphie, I’ll give you poetic freedom to say whatever you want.”

Elphaba laughed softly, gasping, trying to ignore the spasms running through her body, the growing need in her lower belly pulsing painfully.

“You’re still a bitch, aren’t you?” the omega said, arching her back and swallowing a moan as she tried to free her wrists, but Galinda, clearly stronger, found another spot inside her, making her writhe involuntarily.

Galinda laughed, breathless, affected, pure arrogance, leaning close to Elphaba’s ear, nibbling lightly before whispering:

“Oh, I definitely am… but I’ll even give you a little incentive, so you don’t keep complaining, okay?”

With that, she returned to the relentless rhythm, each movement calculated and brutal, kissing, biting, and trailing along the green neck of Elphaba. The omega below writhed, trying to balance pleasure and pain, while Galinda fought to not lose herself to desire, maintaining absolute control.

“Speak, Elphie,” Galinda ordered, voice hoarse and thick with desire, eyes shining with provocation and possessiveness.

Lost between intense pain, overwhelming pleasure, and the heat consuming her, Elphaba felt each thrust like a wave that dismantled her completely. Words nearly choked in her throat, but she found enough breath to obey, surrendering to Galinda’s irresistible force, who continued to dominate every inch of her body and will.

“You’re so… big,” Elphaba murmured, more a confession than a complaint. She took a deep breath, trying to string together a thought, resting her forehead against Galinda’s scratched and sweaty shoulder.

Trying something different, desperate to wipe that smile off the alpha’s face, she whispered, voice shaky and hoarse, close to Galinda’s ear: “I spent the entire day imagining you fucking me, did you know that, my dear?”

The effect was immediate: the wrist grip loosened for a split second, hips faltered momentarily, and Elphaba shivered all the way up her spine, realizing she had found a very useful lever.

The omega leaned closer to Galinda’s ear, warm, uneven breaths, murmuring:

“Since we woke up, the only thing I could think clearly about was your hands, your mouth… and your huge cock. Filling me completely.”

Galinda growled beside her, hips more aggressive, faster. Elphaba continued:

“The truth is, I argued with you, saying that you should pay attention in class, but really, at that moment, I was imagining you fucking me right there, on that same table. Did you know that, alpha?”

“Fuck…” Galinda growled, before finally taking Elphaba’s lips in a desperate, intense kiss, as if it were the only way to keep her sanity.

The rhythm settled into pure desperation. The knot beginning to form already made movement difficult, heightening everything. Galinda pressed her face to Elphaba’s neck, muffling her own moans against the hot skin, lips brushing as if seeking a point of escape. Her left hand descended without hesitation, finding the already sensitive, throbbing clit, massaging it in fast, sharp motions that made the omega’s body tremble to the core.

Elphaba exploded in spasms, as if ripped from her own body. The orgasm tore through her, burning, her throat caught in a silent scream, waves of relief crashing through her. That emptiness consuming her all day, that unbearable hunger, was finally satiated. She felt her heat calming, fading slowly like a fire dying after ravaging everything.

Galinda didn’t stop until her own body gave in. Her orgasm hit hard, letting out a hoarse, deep growl that reverberated across Elphaba’s skin. The release was hot, heavy, filling the omega until there was no room for anything but the feeling of being completely full. The alpha’s body shivered, every muscle contracted, each thrust shorter, slower, until they became broken pushes, too sensitive to continue.

The knot finally tightened, trapping them with no escape. The friction slowed, but Elphaba’s body still throbbed, muscles contracting on their own, breath ragged, caught between broken moans. Every drop of pleasure had turned into raw sensitivity, almost painful, yet there was no escaping the hold that kept them bound.

Galinda couldn’t hold herself up much longer. The knot still locking them together kept her pressed against Elphaba, and when she finally gave in to exhaustion, she collapsed over her instinctively, as if that were the only possible place to rest. The alpha’s warm body covered her completely, breath uneven against the still-sweaty green neck.

For a moment, Elphaba silently thanked the intensity of her three orgasms; at least she had a plausible excuse if Galinda noticed her heartbeat racing against her chest.

Letting the alpha think the rapid pace was just physical exhaustion seemed less dangerous than admitting the truth.

In the end, missing a few days of class didn’t seem like such a high price. Being locked in a room with a blonde, arrogant alpha, brimming with almost inexhaustible energy, might not have been the most rational choice, but… it couldn’t be all that bad, could it?

Notes:

galinda stop being so attractive
I just love writing about them having sex, should I tell my psychologist about this?
tell me what you think (about the chapter, not about the psychologist
((about the psychologist too if you want