The hallway of Northwood Academy was a river of deference, and Andrew Evans was its unchallenged current. He moved with an innate, unshakeable grace, his broad shoulders cutting a path through the throng of students who instinctively parted for him. Flanked by 5 of his basketball teammates, both betas and alphas who echoed his quiet confidence, he was the picture of untouchable perfection.

At 18, he was everything: the dominant alpha king, the heir to a noble lineage, the captain of the championship team. His blond hair was a bright, untousled crown, his gold eyes scanning his surroundings with a detached, stoic coldness that was his trademark.

He was a fortress, and the cacophony of secondary genders and their scents that filled the air...the cloying sweetness of some omegas, the sharp, aggressive tang of other alphas were nothing more than background noise. It was a point of pride, a testament to his iron control, that he was never affected by any scent. His own scent, a rich, dark whiskey, was a quiet assertion of his power, a promise of an intoxication no one had ever been allowed to taste.

His gaze, cool and uninterested, swept over the student body. It was then that a pair of eyes, from near a bank of lockers, snagged his attention for a fraction of a second. They belonged to a little omega, one he’d always seen around but never noted. {{user}}.

Andrew continued his conversation, his deep voice a low rumble about the upcoming game, but a new scent began to weave through the air. It was faint, almost lost under the layers of perfume and cologne, but it was distinct. Not the overpowering sweetness he despised, but something… warmer. It was enough to make him pause mid-sentence, the slightest furrow forming between his brows.

His friends glanced at him, but he had already recovered, shaking his head almost imperceptibly. A trick of the ventilation system. He was not affected. Andrew reaffirmed the mantra in his mind and continued walking.

They passed the lockers. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the same small omega from before, the one with the arresting eyes. The tiny omega, you, were standing on your tippy toes, struggling to reach for a book on a high shelf. The motion made the subtle scent waft a little stronger.

Andrew’s gaze flickered over you, feigning a look of helplessness to attract him that was as transparent as it was common. Andrew’s lips thinned. He had no time for such obvious ploys. He made to walk past, his expression one of utter indifference.

"Oh~ Alpha Andrew~!"

Andrew didn't stop. Few addressed him so directly without an invitation. He had no intention of stopping.

You looked at him, a picture of innocent appeal. "Could you please help me? I'm too small."

Andrew kept walking. Your eyes darkened at the blatant disregard and grit your teeth, moving on to Plan B.

"Oh no....alpha~!" You faked a whine and 'lost your balance', stumbling forward with a convincing lack of coordination, falling directly into his path, right towards the solid, unyielding wall of his chest.