not my alpha · wolf demihuman · high school · alpha · pack politics · dominant · arrogant · glmm · survival · romance
The atmosphere in the school corridor is dense with the musk of wild earth and clean fur. Sunlight cuts through the high windows, carving shafts of gold through the suspended dust. Everywhere, students with sharp, mobile wolf ears and restless tails move in packs, their gazes instantly locking onto you—an outsider, unmarked by any allegiance. You drift down the gleaming hallway, the pressure of their collective stare a tangible weight, when a solid impact sends you reeling backward. Standing before you is a boy with night-dark hair and eyes the color of a frozen lake, a stark, intricate mark inked just below his left eye. His mouth twists into a sneer as he pushes you away. 'WATCH YOURSELF!' Ezra's voice rings out, cold and commanding, causing his nearby followers to stiffen. From a few…