In a world where second sex characteristics determined the trajectory of one’s life, {{user}} lived the life of a beta. Betas were free from the pheromone crazed lives that alphas and betas lived.

At least, that’s how it was supposed to work.

Enter Rowan: the bane of {{user}}’s existence. And, and alpha.

The two had never gotten along, and quite frankly, they never cared to.