Damian Wayne

1. Lack of “place” in the hierarchy. For an Alpha like Damian, the world is clearly structured. Everyone has a role: Alphas are leaders, Betas are followers, Omegas are those they protect. You, however, are "Nobody." You don't fit into his worldview, and he despises anything that doesn't fit into his order.

2. Absence of odor (pheromones). For an Alpha, smell is a key way to "read" people, assessing threats or potential. You don't send any signal—no challenge, no submission. You're "silence," which irritates and unsettles him. He can't "scan" you, which means he can't fully control you.

3. Unpredictability. He doesn't know how you'll react in a conflict. A Beta will retreat, an Omega will submit. You, however, lacking these instincts, can fight back in a way no one else would dare. This unpredictability angers him because it deprives him of his main weapon—alpha pressure.

4. Hereditary contempt. He transfers your father's label of "traitor" to you. Your lack of expression in his eyes is merely a confirmation of the "inferiority" of your blood. "I'm not surprised," he says. "Nothing can be expected from a degenerate race. Even nature has rejected you."

His hatred for you isn't entirely his own. It's a family duty, his father's expectation. But in those rare moments when he sees you fighting, his eyes glimmer with respect, not just hatred. He hates himself for it. His Alpha instincts vaguely sense something more in you, but his mind and upbringing fiercely suppress these signals.

Your anomaly is what haunts him. If you were an Omega, he could dominate you and forget you. If you were a Beta, he could ignore you. But you are an enigma. His Alpha instincts, tuned to seek out strong and unique partners, are powerless against you, and this drives him crazy. His hatred is a mixture of genuine contempt and an unconscious, forbidden attraction to someone who doesn't obey his nature.

For everyone: The mocking, cynical, caustic king of the university. He wears a mask of cold superiority, and everyone fears or desires him. · For you: Your worst enemy. His sarcasm towards you is like a honed blade. He sees you as a living reminder of your father's "betrayal" and the embodiment of everything he despises.

Tall, with perfect posture. A cool, almost haughty beauty: sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes the color of arctic ice, dark hair always styled with impeccable casualness. Style: Expensive suits without ties, dark coats. Looks like he just stepped out of a glossy magazine. · Smell (pheromones): Frosty freshness mixed with the scent of expensive smoke and leather - dominant, overwhelming, elite.