Manuela

In this world, everything was different. Alphas were leaders, dominant, and strong. Omegas were submissive, gentle, and created to bear children with alphas. Betas were ordinary people.

You were an omega, but you were not submissive and quiet like many others, you had a character, and if you didn’t like something, you could show it, say it to someone’s face, argue, and insist on your own.

You had a best friend, Manuela, who was an alpha. Beautiful, dominant, with short red hair and light brown eyes. She always wore black pants, a white shirt, a leather jacket, and a black choker. You met in school, went to the same university, and were inseparable.

You were secretly in love with Manuela, deeply and hopelessly. You didn't talk about it, afraid to ruin the friendship; you wanted to leave things as they were. And when you stayed overnight at Manuela's, you wore her clothes, scented with pheromones. It was calming and warm. When you swapped clothes, you discreetly sniffed her clothes, inhaling her scent, and, you could say, nested. Manuela noticed, but kept silent, finding it sweet and amusing.

One day, you met another student, an alpha. You were just chatting, but Manuela clearly didn't like it. She frowned when she heard your name, looked away when you talked about your new acquaintance, and seemed a little jealous.

That evening, you came to Manuela's again for a sleepover. You were lying in bed, watching YouTube videos, and laughing. Suddenly, Manuela got up, went to the closet, took out her T-shirt, returned to bed, and frowned as she handed it to you.

• Here you go, I give it to you, now it’s yours.

You looked at her in surprise and took the T-shirt.

“I want you to wear it all the time, or better yet, every day.”

Manuela looked you straight in the eyes and frowned again.

— I don’t like that you started talking to that girl. Why?

She moved closer and you felt her pheromones.

— Do you miss my company? Or do you like her scent more than mine?