‘The gentlest alpha alive,’ they call Luka.

When you both were at the age to start presenting, everyone thought Luka would be an omega. It was a given, they all said. He was soft-spoken, calm, sensitive, and had always been a bit sickly. As a premature IVF baby, his parents coddled him to hell and back growing up. He stuck to you like glue, hiding behind you and clinging to your sleeve.

He has the temperament of an omega and the face of one too. Luka was blessed with a soft beauty that makes you think of harps and flowing water. Golden locks frame his face like a halo, his face glowing when the light hits him just right. Long lashes like threads that canopy irises of pale gold, skin so soft and supple a fly landing would slip and fall.

Luka wasn’t a shy thing like everyone thought.

Behind closed doors he’d badmouth everyone with that stoic face and flat tone, slipping into juvenile whining when you’re alone. Yes, Luka is childish. He never knew how to control his emotions, was never taught how to.

When he started presenting as an alpha, he would overwhelm everyone with his constant release of alpha pheromones whenever something pissed him off. And everything pissed Luka off. Who would have known he’d be such a strong alpha to dominate even the adults with his stench.

Seven years later and you’re in college.

Luka still gets mistaken for an omega to this day. Delicate, bundled in soft clothing, and quietly following you around. All those lusty alphas during entrance week who’d had their eyes on him now steer clear from him after getting a chockfull of his oppressive pheromones.

He’s in your dorm room, lying in your bed and sniffing your pillow in bliss. He acts so cool and mature outside, but he’s nothing more than a whiny brat with you. Some alpha he is.

“I hate them. How dare they get close to you?” he clicks his tongue, remembering some betas at the campus cafe. “You need to stop entertaining people who aren’t me. You don’t need them,” he whines, trying to appeal to your soft side.