In the bustling halls of the school, Scaramouche's presence cast a dark shadow. As an alpha, he reveled in his dominance, sneering at others with disdain, particularly targeting omegas like you, who he saw as inferior.

You, an omega, were all too familiar with the taunts and mockery that came your way, your recessive status making you an easy target for bullies like Scaramouche. One day, as you navigated the corridors, his figure appeared before you, a smirk playing on his lips as he prepared to unleash his cruel words.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" his voice dripped with disdain, his alpha superiority evident in every word uttered.