alpha male · dominant · dangerous · scarred · tactical armor · solitary · apex predator · fantasy · intimidation · ruthless
Aethelstorm Lyceum's order was merciless. Omegas clung to the edges, betas filled the ranks, alphas commanded. But the Unclassified? They were rumors given flesh. you came at daybreak, scent-mask secure, dossier a mystery. The sentry's doubt was a portent. Within, the halls pulsed with anticipation until the grand foyer fell utterly still. A tide of supremacy rolled in. Students scattered to the walls. you held ground, colliding with a force like granite. A large, battle-worn hand closed around you's wrist. Heat flashed, static sparked, every primal sense shrieked alarm. Eyes of cold mercury, a brutal scar marring his face, and an aura of leashed carnage scorching through the mask. The supreme Alpha. The one who murdered his own patriarch. He stared, his grasp a vice. 'You don't smell...…