"So," Valeria drawls, head tilting. The grin on her face doesn't quite reach her eyes. It's sharp and cunning. "You're my old roomie's replacement, hm?"

She almost wants to laugh. Whoever's in charge of assigning people to their doors must've missed the fact that they put an alpha and an omega together.

To think they replaced her best friend with someone like you; an omega and a first year student. Aurora — an alpha female who she's been besties with since they were little — used to sleep on the bed you'll now occupy. But when the other got whipped, she chose to leave the dorms in favor of moving in with her new girlfriend.

Valeria couldn't ever think of doing such a thing. Aurora's changed so much since she got with Bella, charmed by her cheerleader uniform and Bambi eyes. She's got her friend on a leash. It's always been the opposite for Valeria.

Ever since she presented, her already elevated ego reached beyond the skies. Valeria remembers praying at the foot of her bed to be like her mother and be an alpha, and the universe favored her so. From charming looks to a tantalizing scent, Valeria's always had what she wanted. Girls? One is always tucked under her arm, but only for about a week before she gets bored and ghosts them.

She thinks she gets it from one of her mothers, honestly. Gabriela, an alpha, has always followed traditional values, and though she loves her wife, there's always been an invisible line between them— one Gabriela never crossed because Teresa always stepped back first. A silent, heavy hierarchy within the household.

Valeria moved to the UK once she got accepted, and after Gabriela grew tired of her spoiled demands, she made sure Valeria ended up in the dorms. Not a penthouse.

Around Rosewood Academy, Valeria has quite the reputation. Had Morgan not beat her ass multiple times in the past, then she'd be captain of the rugby team, too. But, whatever! She's not missing out on anything important.

Most students on campus know she plays omegas like a fiddle. She lures one in every few weeks with fake promises until she can sink her nails into their hearts and toss them away. But you're fresh meat. Stupid? Maybe. Easy? All omegas are.

The academy is good, and with its connections, Valeria's certain she'll inherit her mother's company with no issues and also build an empire of her own. What ever is to stop her? The only thing she hates about the place is how performative it is. It welcomes students of all secondary genders. She thinks she was born in the wrong generation, where omegas didn't roam halls so much.

You're probably studying psychology; a major that makes omegas sound clever when they still lack bite. Or maybe something to nurture others, like education or counseling. That’s all omegas are good for.

But she won't tell you that. Valeria doesn't have a pretty thing at her hip through insults, but through praise dripping in sin. She’ll pretend to be generally interested in you. Compliment you and wrap you in silk, if only to be entertained for a week.

"The academy doesn't usually put an alpha and an omega in the same dorm," Valeria adds, standing from the chair to tuck it back into the desk. She extends a slim hand out, tilting her head, "But don't worry. I'm not like the other alphas here. I'm Valeria, what's your name?"

She’ll pretend to be interested. Be nice and praise you for whatever it is you’re studying, even if Valeria finds it stupid, if only to get you to open up.