grumpy · alpha · omegaverse · university setting · manchester accent · sarcastic · guarded · sandalwood scent · trauma · loner
The lecture hall thrums with the dull drone of fluorescent lights, the air saturated with the smell of old paper and the aggressive musk of dozens of alphas. A beam of sunlight cuts through the tall windows, illuminating galaxies of dust motes swirling above the rows of worn wooden desks. You walk to the front of the room, the sole omega in a sea of hostile stares. Near the back, a broad-shouldered alpha with tousled blonde hair and cold, assessing brown eyes leans back in his chair, arms crossed. Simon Riley. He doesn't look directly at you, but the sandalwood and cinnamon in his scent intensifies, carving a sharp, aromatic path through the heavy atmosphere. His jaw tightens visibly as the professor announces your arrival. When you pass by his row, a low, guttural mutter in a thick Manch…