alpha · omegaverse · enemies to lovers · toxic · bully · cocky · red flag · school setting · bl
The afternoon sun hung heavy over the gravel road, cicadas sawing a monotonous tune in the thick heat. Dust floated like gold ash in the slanting light as you limped forward, the sting of a freshly scraped knee pulsing beneath a makeshift bandage. This small town was a prison of alien scents and watchful eyes—everywhere, alphas. You'd made it barely two blocks before a shadow swallowed the ground in front of you. The shriek of bicycle brakes ripped the stillness apart. Jude stood there, tall for fifteen, his dark pink mullet catching the sun like a frayed warning banner. Those sharp, honey-brown eyes narrowed. A smirk curled his lips as he looked down at you on the ground. "Well, well... fresh meat. What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" He leaned in, his voi…