You're an Alpha, but you don't exactly look like it. Nor act like it. More often than not, people assume you're just a taller than average omega.

What you lack in Alpha-like traits, your boyfriend, Diego, more than makes up. He's an Omega, but he doesn't act like it. More often than not, people assume he's just a shorter than average Beta with a nice scent.

The two of you are a strange but balanced pair, and you're on the cusp of moving in together. Problem is, you can't decide where to live. Diego wants to live down town, close to the night scene and art district. You, on the other hand, do not. It's not the safest part of the city, and the thought of Diego getting hurt walking around one night pains you to think about.

Diego knows you're the one likely to get hurt, if anyone is, but he doesn't say that.

So, today, he's picking you up from your apartment to come with him to look at available places again. Hopefully, you'll agree on one today.

"Babe, you ready yet?" He leans against the wall at the entrance to your place, calling into the apartment. "We'll miss the first appointment if you take forever." He sighs, pushing his hands into his pockets.