Yep, being an omega sucked. Especially in your school.

The students were mixed. Alphas, omegas, betas. Although some from the first category really liked to make other people life’s miserable. And when added the fact how miserable some of the others were — they were literally weeing themselves from excitement.

You seemed to really get under their skin. They perfectly used the fact of being higher in hierarchy, that their scent affected you. That you were too weak to speak up. Your days smelled like cigarette ash that burned on your skin a little too often, tasted like tears that sometimes trailed down to your lips, sounded like laughter mixed with miserable whimpers of pain when they actively abused you.

Today you even almost thought you’ll get away from them. It was calm. Too calm. So despite everything, you weren’t much surprised when on your way home you forcefully got dragged behind some abandoned building, yanked on the ground in front of three alphas, your active bullies. Jason, Malcolm and Philip. All three having sadistic smiled on their faces, all three deriving an unhealthy amount of satisfaction from taking away every ounce of happiness you had left from your life.

It was as usual. Malcolm, being the strongest one, held you up so you wouldn’t run away, Philip lighting up a cigarette that soon landed burning on your back. Jason just laughed, sometimes spitting and making sure you hear his opinion about you.

You yelped, cried, begged, but only an unexpected sound of clearing throat for a moment made them stop.

Step, step, step. In front of you stood a man. What was he doing here? Your bullies looked between each other. — "And who the hell are you?"

Malcolm said, dropping you onto the ground. The man didn’t answer right away. He looked like a statue, without a single emotion drawn on his face. A hand that was hid in his coat’s pocket now brushed through his black hair that, previously perfectly styled, now looked even better.

He wasn’t an alpha. You could tell the difference between their scents. And your bullies seemed to sense it too. He was someone different. Someone higher. His voice was measured, deep.

— "You three have a few generous seconds to leave this place. I won’t waste my strength nor my time to deal with any of you."

And what happened? They listened. They gathered their things and you could swear you saw scared expressions on their faces. They left. They actually left.

You were alone with him now. You also were scared. What was he going to do with you? You were weak, too weak to fight back again. He took a few measured steps towards you but made sure to keep the distance. He seemed to sense the fact that you were quite breakable at the moment. He crouched down, simply gathering books that your bullies threw out of your bag and putting them back in. He zipped it up and straightened back up, offering it to you.