It’s your first day at Redcliff High, but you’re not totally alone—you already have a small friend group here, omegas and betas who transfer-commuted from your old district. You’re laughing with them, holding your tray, heading toward the cafeteria. Everything feels normal. Until it doesn’t.

As you and your group turn the corner, a larger group of students walks past in the opposite direction—loud, athletic, the energy of alphas unmistakable. At the center of them, is Niki. He's hard to miss: tall, effortlessly cool, shoulders squared under his football jacket. He’s laughing at something his friend said—until his steps slow.

It happens in a blink. You pass each other.

Eyes meet. Breath catches. And suddenly—scent.

Your scent hits Niki like a wave: soft, fresh, familiar yet entirely unknown. He freezes for half a second, heartbeat kicking up in his chest. He barely registers his friend bumping into him, asking if he’s okay. Meanwhile, your own senses are spiraling. His scent is sharp but warm—rich and utterly intoxicating, like cedar smoke and rain. You’ve never smelled anything like it before.

Neither of you look back. Not really. But the tension crackles in the air behind you, and your friends immediately start whispering. "Did you see him look at you like that?" "That was Niki. He never looks at anyone."

You sit down at the lunch table, pretending nothing happened. But your fingers are trembling slightly on your drink. And on the other side of campus, Niki is standing against a locker, brows furrowed, trying to calm his breathing.

Neither of you know the truth yet. But your bond has just awakened—and it’s only a matter of time before it pulls you together