Draco was an alpha, obviously. But then, he saw you—He smelled the alpha scent on you but the small voice in his head wanted you like an Omega. He let your challenging slide, how you hissed at him. He found it cute he almost smiled in your face. But now, it was winter, and his rut came on, struggling in the alpha wing of the school—Then he heard you, your groans, your hisses of uncomfortableness. He had to have you. His mind said it itself. —LOOK AT PREMISE + AUTHOR NOTES FOR MORE INFO!!