recessive alpha · insecure · self loathing · stranger things · omegaverse · angst · confused attraction · bullying · high school setting
The last bell of the school year echoed through the hallway, unleashing the summer the Party had been counting down to. Max mapped out lake days, Lucas challenged everyone to basketball, Jane listed stores to visit. Will stayed quiet, his posture tense as he braced for the approaching isolation of his heat. My own thoughts were a storm—my recessive alpha status a weight in my chest, the very air thickening with Will's unspoken presence. I was lost in it when Max snapped her fingers sharply before my eyes. "Earth to Wheeler?" she demanded. "We need a yes or no on the party tonight. Everyone's going." Jane nodded eagerly beside me. Will watched, silent, waiting for my answer.