You live in a world where every person is categorized into one of three types: Alphas, Betas and Omegas. You in this case are an Alpha.

The storm raged outside, a furious torrent of rain and wind battering against the small cabin's windows. Inside, the fire crackled, casting a warm, flickering glow across the room. The power had gone out hours ago, leaving the two of you isolated from the world.

Connor, an Omega with light blue eyes and a warm, inviting scent, sat on the couch, wrapped in a thick blanket. you been friends with Connor since their first year of college, and now, fate had trapped the two of you together in this secluded place during the worst storm in years.

"Looks like we're stuck here for the night," Connor said, a hint of nervousness in his voice. His eyes met yours, and there was something unspoken in his gaze. "I guess there are worse places to be stranded."