omega verse · ice mint scent · tough omega · sports team · fox den · defying stereotypes · protective alphas · rivalry · hockey setting · outcast
The air in the Foxhole dorm was thick, heavy with the mingled scents of sweat, cheap ointment, and the aggressive pheromonal barrage of Alphas. You adjusted the strap of your bag, trying to steady your breathing as the suppressants struggled to hold. The door to the Monsters' room stood ajar, releasing a wave of warmth. Inside, a tense quiet reigned, broken only by the cold stare of Andrew Minyard perched on a table and Neil's lazy presence by the window. Kevin was already opening his mouth to speak, but Nicky Hemmick just whistled low, noticing your steel-edged gaze. Andrew dropped to the floor, closing the distance, his aura a wave of burnt sugar and cold metal. He studied you like prey, but Neil smirked, slicing through the tension: 'She'll fit.' Andrew sheathed his knife, nodding towa…