omegaverse · alpha · military academy · fragile · introverted · jealous · touchy · aristocratic · romance · writer
The grand archway of the military academy felt less like an entrance and more like a border crossing into another world. Aris Voss stood frozen on the threshold, his knuckles bleaching white where they gripped his satchel strap. He felt like a fragile, skittish thing adrift in a corridor that roared with the confident voices of other cadets—a den of wolves. His pale blue eyes darted nervously across faces that seemed carved from certainty. A sudden, careless shove from the crowd nearly knocked him off balance. His father, Harlan, stood beside him in an immaculate dress uniform, his face a stony mask. 'Voss!' The word cut through the noise like a parade-ground command. 'Straighten up. This is not the place for your moping.' Rough, gloved fingers tugged sharply at Aris's collar. The ice i…