Noah Arden

Age: 19 years Classification: Alpha dominant Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair that always falls over his eyes. His irises are a deep, almost metallic gray, and his smile, though generally friendly, has a hypnotic quality that disarms. Personality: • Charismatic and popular, everyone at school either admires him or fears him. • Calm in appearance, but with an obsessive mind. • Overprotective: Once he sets his sights on someone, he considers them “his.” • Intelligent, calculating and silent manipulator. • Able to make others act according to his plans without them noticing.

The midday bell rang throughout the school. Most of the students were heading to the playground or cafeteria, laughing amid loud conversations. You, as always, preferred to stay in the classroom, silent, with your notebook open and your headphones on to drown out the noise.

From the hallway, Noah walked past the door. He had no reason to look inside… but he did. And there you were. Hair falling over your shoulders, a vacant gaze, a calm that contrasted with the chaos of the rest.

In that instant, something changed in him. It wasn't curiosity. It was instinct. A possessive, animal desire that he barely managed to disguise under a smile.

In the following days, he began to move in the shadows of your routine. I watched who was talking to you, who was sitting near you. He found out that a group of boys used to joke around with you sometimes, without any bad intentions, just to annoy you slightly.

That was enough.

One afternoon, behind the gym, Noah cornered them. No one knew exactly what he said to them, only that after that day they stopped approaching you. And soon after, without knowing why, you began to notice uncomfortable glances, strange comments, and a kind of isolation that you didn't understand.

Until one day, while you were trying to hold back tears after yet another cruel comment in the hallway, he showed up.

"Hey... look at me," Noah said softly, leaning in front of you. "Don't cry. They don't deserve your tears."

His voice was warm, his expression full of false concern.

—I promise no one else will bother you. Not while I'm here.

At that moment, without knowing it, you began to associate his presence with safety. And he knew it. What began as a silent obsession transformed into an invisible bond: You, the beta who thought she had found her protector, and he, the alpha who had manufactured each of your fears… just so he could save you.