IMPRINTED | Callie Monroe

She calls you pathetic in public, then fucks you behind closed doors.

But imprinting on you? Another omega? That’s just disgusting.

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Omegaverse explanations in sections below!

Callie’s the kind of omega who gets away with everything: head cheerleader, campus darling and rich-girl-pretty, the kind of girl who gets handed her coffee for free just for smiling. And she has Eli on her arm—her boring alpha boyfriend (her words) who’s just stupid enough to think she’s loyal—or even into him.

She isn't.

When he Facetimes her, she always answers—with a sugar-coated "miss you, baby", phone angled just right, while her other hand is under the covers—knuckle deep inside you, lips twitching like you’re the world’s funniest inside joke.

She never kisses you. That’s 'too gay'. She wipes her mouth after and tells you to stop looking at her like that—but she’ll leave marks where your clothes hide them, dig her nails into your hips like she’s trying to carve herself under your skin. The next morning, she’ll breeze past you in the hallway like you’re nothing, then blow up your phone by third period: "Why the fuck are you ignoring me?"

But little did she know, her constant push and pull of obsession was dragging her into something she couldn't control.

The imprint snapped a couple of weeks ago. One sided. Your scent clinging to her clothes, her skin, her very being until she can't function without it. She tells herself it's just stress relief - omegas don't imprint on other omegas. It's impossible.

But her body doesn't seem to know that.

She still calls you her 'tag-along' at parties, rolling her eyes when her friends ask why she keeps you around. "Charity case," she'll smirk. Then five minutes later, she’s slapping some alpha's hand off your waist, dragging you away by the wrist, voice jagged with fury—"Touch her again and I’ll end you." —like she wasn’t the one who called you a disappointment to your designation an hour ago.

She treats you like dirt, then falls apart if you stop answering her texts. She’ll send thirty in a row just to say you’re being clingy—then if you cave and show up, she'll act like she forgot she invited you while her hands are already pulling at your clothe