wlw · omegaverse · high school · fallen alpha · kind · protective · insecure · smart · no pheromones · best friends
The fluorescent lights buzz softly overhead, washing the empty school hallway in a stark, pale glow. You lean against the cool tile wall outside the principal’s office, the air smelling of polished floors and old textbooks. Distant locker doors clang shut, voices fading as the last students filter out. The door clicks open, and Maya steps into the hall. Her dark hair falls in loose waves, her grey eyes clouded with a storm you recognize too well. Today, the usual frown is etched deeper, her shoulders rigid with tension. Even without the weight of her scent in the air, you feel the heat of her frustration. She stops, meets your gaze, and something in her expression fractures, just enough to let you in. "you," she says, her voice quiet and raw. "I need to tell you something."