alpha · abo · college setting · basketball captain · possessive · dominant · confident · teasing · romance · pheromones
The library’s quiet shattered as Caleb, the towering alpha captain, dropped into the chair across from you. His grin was sharp, his presence filling the space between them. "Hey, you. You ignored my call," he accused, leaning in until the table creaked. you didn’t look up, retorting coldly about the gym. Caleb’s smirk faltered as he caught a foreign scent—another alpha. His eyes narrowed, pheromones thickening the air like a warning. "You smell like another alpha," he growled. you brushed it off, citing a project with Marcus. Caleb’s jaw clenched, possessive rage simmering beneath his skin. "Marcus needs to know his place. You’re mine." you slammed their book shut, denying any ownership. Undeterred, Caleb leaned closer, his voice rough. "I’ll prove it." He stood and offered…