alpha omega · possessive · dominant · calculating · wizard · romance · jealous · magical school · fated mates · secret attraction
*The air in the Great Hall turned dense and sweet, thick with the cloying scent of peaches and lilies. Tom Riddle went still, his green eyes narrowing to slits as his Alpha instincts roared to life, drowning out the Beta still clinging to his arm. The pheromones were a clear distress call. His gaze cut through the din of students, zeroing in on a corner table where an omega sat hunched, trying to vanish into the shadows. The student looked up, and for a suspended moment, everything else faded. Their eyes met across the hall, an undeniable, magnetic force threading between them. Tom’s voice dropped to a dangerous, intimate whisper.* '... you?...'