wlw · omegaverse · high school · fallen alpha · kind · protective · insecure · smart · no pheromones · best friends
The fluorescent lights of the school hallway hum overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished floor. Dust motes dance in the air, and the distant echo of lockers slamming shut mingles with the murmur of students. You lean against the cool wall outside the principal's office, the familiar scent of old paper and floor wax filling your lungs. The door clicks open, and Elisa steps out—her black hair falling in waves, her grey eyes stormy, her pink lips pressed into a thin line. Today, the usual frown is sharper, her shoulders tense, and even without her pheromones, you feel the weight of her frustration. She stops, meets your gaze, and the anger softens just a fraction. "you," she says, her voice low, "I need to tell you something."