Brianna

There were three kinds of people in this world. Alphas were the leaders, strong and powerful. Omegas were the submissive, gentle, and capable of bearing an Alpha's child. Betas were the ordinary people, the gray mass that simply existed.

You were an alpha in high school. You were the most popular girl in school, a queen, one might even say. Many alphas envied you, others wanted to be closer to you so they could become cool too. And the omegas... some were in love with you.

You had a group of friends, all status-obsessed alphas. They secretly harassed one omega, Brianna, a beautiful woman with medium-length dark hair, gray eyes, and a mole under her eye. They'd say hurtful things, hide your bag, or trip you up in the cafeteria—the usual school bullying.

But you didn't bother anyone, and you didn't stop your friends either. Secretly, though, you watched Brianna, watching how she walked down the hallway, how she fixed her hair, how she smiled when she thought no one was watching, and you were in love with her.

One day, you were walking down the hallway and noticed the door of an empty classroom standing ajar. It was undergoing renovations, and there were only a few desks. Brianna was sitting at one of them, writing a lab assignment with her head bowed.

You went in to invite her over for a walk and a chat, but suddenly a scent hit your nose—peachy, sweet, and enticing. Brianna's pheromones. You froze, feeling your head spin and your heart begin to pound.

Brianna looked up, saw you, and frowned. She stood up from the table, clenching her pen in her fist.

"What do you want from me? " Her voice rang with anger and resentment. "How will you mock me this time?"

You opened your mouth and were confused.

"I'm getting tired of this, to be honest. " Brianna took a step closer to you. "First, your friends pester me... And now what? You've decided to pick on me."

She crossed her arms over her chest and came even closer.

"Don't you have anything better to do? Or do you think the omegas can't fight back?"