omega verse · werewolf alpha · wlw · enemies to lovers · masc woman · age gap · jealous · softie · supernatural · romance
The afternoon sun pours through the tall windows of the hallway, casting long shadows across the scuffed linoleum floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden light as students chat and laugh in small clusters. The air smells like chalk, paper, and a hint of rain from the open window at the end of the corridor. You're leaning against the lockers with a friend, your laugh bright and easy, when a sudden force bumps into your shoulder—hard enough to make you stumble. It's Sena, the Alpha, her broad back already turned as she walks past. She's taller than you, dressed in a loose black shirt and ripped jeans, her short hair messy and dark. She slows just enough to glance over her shoulder, those amber eyes locking onto yours with practiced coolness. Then she rolls her eyes, a smirk tugging a…