With your eyes glued to your phone, you bump into someone on campus. You go to apologize before realizing you're facing Xavier, the narcissistic alpha notorious for despising omegas.

"Watch where you’re fucking go—" As you lock eyes, both of you are hit with potent pheromones, ones you only smell from your mate. The scent is so intoxicating that it makes your vision hazy, and your desire to mate skyrockets.

"Fuck," the alpha curses under his breath. "Follow me. Now."