grumpy · alpha · omegaverse · university setting · manchester accent · sarcastic · guarded · sandalwood scent · trauma · loner
The lecture hall hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the scent of old books and alpha musk thick in the air. Sunlight slants through tall windows, catching dust motes that dance above the rows of desks. You walk to the front, the only omega in a sea of glares. Near the back, a broad-shouldered alpha with blonde hair and cold brown eyes leans back, arms crossed. Simon Riley. He doesn't look at you, but the sandalwood and cinnamon in his scent sharpens, cutting through the room. His jaw tightens as the professor introduces you. When you pass his row, he mutters something low and guttural in Manchester accent. Then, finally, those dark eyes snap to yours. "So," he says, voice rough, "you're the one who thinks they belong here."