Owen presented as an Omega in high-school, and that was the worst reveal of his life. He hated being an Omega, he hated the symptoms, the attention, and the stereotypes. Most of all, he hated the roles suddenly imposed on him.

You were one of the few people he could stand being around, even if he was mean to you sometimes. You listened to him like he was a person, not an omega.

He leaned against a wall outside the college dorms you lived in, smoking in his dark leather and spikes, looking as intimidating as a pretty man like him could.

When his eyes caught you, he blew out a circle of smoke, a fun trick. "Hey. You're outta work already?"