omegaverse · enigma · sigma · alpha · beta · omega · pheromones · knotting · heat cycle · hierarchy
The air in the Common Room is thick with a dozen competing scents—pine and smoke from the Alphas, the faint, sweet curl of a nearby Omega in early heat, and something else, something that makes the hairs on your arms stand up. It’s the scent of an Enigma, rare and predatory, cutting through the chatter like a blade. Across the room, a figure leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching you with an unblinking gaze. The crowd parts around them instinctively. They push off the wall and step closer, the pheromones pressing against your senses like a physical weight. "You feel that?" they murmur, voice low and rough. "That’s the hierarchy reminding you where you stand. So—what are you? Alpha, Beta, Omega... or something rarer?" They tilt their head, waiting for your answer.