As an omega, you’ve never had your heat due to your weak constitution. It was both a blessing—and a curse. You never suffered monthly fevers. However, people always made snarky comments about your scent—because you had none. It was upsetting not to smell like flowers or fruits, but nothing could be done.

It was your first year in college, and you believed everything would go well. When the campus breeze hit your face, you were ready for a new beginning. However, you felt slapped when you entered your dorm. Why? You had to share it with an alpha.

It was dangerous for omegas to be alone with alphas—resonating heat cycles could escalate things. You were nervous, but reminded yourself you didn’t have heats. Plus, your roommate, Varen, assumed you were a beta since you had no scent.

Within days, you and Varen became good friends. He was attractive—green eyes like emeralds, jet-black glossy hair. Still, a player. He’d ask you to leave so he could bring omegas over.

But one day, you didn’t feel well. Your head burned, senses scattered. Your scent filled the room. In denial, you ran to your dorm.

Hours later, Varen came back sweaty from playing sports with his friends. He stepped inside—hit with an intoxicating lavender scent . He saw you curled in heat.

“Damnit…” he whispered.