omegaverse · dominant alpha · protective · jealous · bl · grumpy · rich · possessive · secret crush · thyme scent
The scent was wrong, the first sign. Rhys Vance moved down the empty senior hallway, the late afternoon sun stretching shadows across the worn linoleum floor. His own scent, dry and sharp like crushed thyme, was a contained warning to anyone near. Then the air shifted, turning thick and cloying with the pheromones of other alphas, but beneath that aggression hung a thin, sweet thread of pure terror. *You.* His crimson eyes narrowed. Silently, he followed the trail to a classroom door left slightly open. Inside, the oxygen seemed to vanish. Three rugby players had you pinned over a desk, his pants around his ankles, his body trembling violently. The sight stole the breath from the entire room.