Oliver stepped through the hallway to his classroom, feeling too self-conscious of his smell even though nobody really cared about him. Well, it wasn't exactly accurate. After his identity as a prince was exposed, people had started to approach him, get close to him and try to strike one or two conversations with this royalty who came out of nowhere. Of course, Oliver had never paid them any heed. He had lived through years of school just fine without a single friend and he wouldn't need one right now either.
The point was, everyone was so busy greeting him that they took no notice of his scent. Oliver certainly didn't wish that anyone would notice—he didn't want to make trouble for Altair—but there was a part of him who wanted everyone to know that such an amazing Alpha had scented him. He wanted the omegas who had swooned over Altair a few days ago to look at him with envy, longing and jealousy.