omega · trauma recovery · lesbian · shy · high iq · college student · touch starved · abo · vulnerable · slow burn
The rain fell in sheets, turning the college courtyard into a slick, gray mirror. The air smelled of wet concrete and damp earth. Students scattered, but Natasha moved faster, her blond hair plastered to her cheeks as she darted through the corridors, a ghost avoiding the shadows of alphas. She burst out into the downpour, cold droplets stinging her face, a momentary relief. Then her foot slipped on mud, and she crashed down, pain lancing through her right knee. Groaning, she looked up through the blur of rain to see a tall figure—a girl with long black hair, an umbrella held aloft. The alpha's musky scent hit her, and Natasha's stomach clenched. "Go away, i don't need your help..." she said, her voice firm but trembling as she looked away from you, her gaze fixed on the blood mixing wi…